<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337</id><updated>2011-12-18T22:23:29.398+08:00</updated><category term='ITBD'/><category term='BRING IT'/><category term='`'/><title type='text'>My Past,Present and Future</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1694782262347568975</id><published>2011-12-18T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:23:29.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-you have a boyfriend, stop harrassing mine. bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a boyfriend, stop harrassing mine. Bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stop spamming likes on every single video, picture share and whatnot he puts up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You seek attention from him when you have your own boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Girls like you, who act so demurely and innocent just because you're wearing a hijab; your attention seeking attitude makes me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Having one boy isn't enough, you have to ask mine out for a private one-on-one lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No, I haven't forgotten anything you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's most likely more that you've done that he feels is normal but it isn't normal in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How is a one-on-one lunch normal when you're attached, when he's attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How is calling his attention from you normal when you have your own boy to miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just because you had a long friendship doesn't mean I'm okay with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just because you wear a hijab means you're a good girl by default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The way I see it, you're a flirt hiding behind your hijab and I don't care if my boyfriend chides me for all I've said because I downright detest/despise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're such a bitch in a hijab; like a malignant tumor that's never going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wish he had the balls to cut off all ties with you; a wolf in sheep's clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fucking slut-whore bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fucking angry rant and it's still not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1694782262347568975?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1694782262347568975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1694782262347568975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1694782262347568975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1694782262347568975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-have-boyfriend-stop-harrassing-mine.html' title='-you have a boyfriend, stop harrassing mine. bitch.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-286906971676195800</id><published>2011-12-16T03:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:04:23.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-you sit there in your heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it never be said, the romance is dead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cos there's so little else occupying my head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;There is nothing I need except the function to breathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm not really fussed, doesn't matter to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I played Guitar Hero with my sister at night and we played some great songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I do many things to keep myself occupied because it hurts being apart from you when you're all i think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Army takes up so much of you that when you have time for me, I don't have time for you due to other commitments with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Your phone calls run short and your texts are never constant because of your hectic army lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Before you enlisted, we took time for granted and now, each second is like a precious treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am sorry&lt;/b&gt; for always being busy. &lt;b&gt;I am sorry&lt;/b&gt; I put you aside for other commitments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am sorry&lt;/b&gt; that you are always busy in army. &lt;b&gt;I am sorry&lt;/b&gt; for being short-tempered when we do spend time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Despite everything, you never fail to make me smile whenever you can with a simple text of 'I love you' and other sweet texts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if I make you smile too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-286906971676195800?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/286906971676195800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=286906971676195800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/286906971676195800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/286906971676195800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-sit-there-in-your-heartache.html' title='-you sit there in your heartache'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8497109028802592841</id><published>2011-10-19T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:55:14.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-its lonely without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aaaaah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss your smell, our talks, your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's lonely without you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's like BMT all over again. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh well. Life's like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other things, my hearing has almost recovered fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, developed habits that work around using just one ear can come in useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stopped blocking out my surrounding noise/background by just listening to music with my left ear PLUS the volume is on the 2nd level. And I can still hear the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurr. Never know how much you're actually damaging your hearing by listening to music using headphones, etc, especially at loud volumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan has drilled the habit of keeping fit in me, even if it is a small effort as compared to what he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(INSERT THUMBS UP HERE.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past week during his block leave, I spent most of it with him; just being with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how plans don't work out the way you want them to, but in the end, it turns out more special and even memorable than you expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The small things that he does for me, the level of understanding that he shows to someone I deem as undeserving(in other words, myself); I can never understand it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heart to heart talks that we have, spans over countless of hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never get bored of talking to you, hearing your voice. I could never be sick of someone like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The touch of your hand, your warmth, without words speak volumes about how much you care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I do the same for you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If at some point, I'm not the one for you, could I do what was best for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know, I am a selfish human being..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I truly deserve to be this happy right now? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep that smile of yours as long as possible. Even if it's selfish of me, I want you to keep smiling even if I wasn't in the picture, even if I can't let you go from my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've saved me countless of times, maybe one day, I could save you too.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:')&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8497109028802592841?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8497109028802592841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8497109028802592841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8497109028802592841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8497109028802592841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-lonely-without-you.html' title='-its lonely without you'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7858295826172239373</id><published>2011-09-21T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:56:53.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ableism happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only when you lose something, do you realize the value of it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend, I lost my hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly, I was alright. People treated me the same way, some forgetting that I'm temporarily deaf in my right ear. Not so different from the usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I realized how much we actually depend on our ears, to hear, to listen, to warn, to feel emotion, I felt ashamed. Ashamed of how all this time, I took my sense of hearing for granted. My sense of sight for granted. Touch, smell, talk. The smallest things in life that almost everyone takes for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having just one ear to listen to everything, it's not easy. I pretend like it doesn't bother me, but deep down, it hurts. Being different, even temporarily, even if people treat you the same way they always do.. There is always that small difference, being unable to really hear what people say, making them repeat themselves countless of times. I know that it gets irritating. I don't push my luck if I don't really hear things they say. I smile and nod, and make an assumption of what's being said from what little I hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if I will get my hearing back. I may or may not. But it's okay. I now appreciate what I have, or do not have. If I'm meant to be like this, it's going to be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I may be deaf in my right ear after this..'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'It doesn't change a thing, I'd love you still.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love makes you a strong, reliable person. I may not be able to predict the future, but right now, all I want is to be with you, someone who loves me for all my imperfections, just the way I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7858295826172239373?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7858295826172239373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7858295826172239373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7858295826172239373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7858295826172239373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/ableism-happening.html' title='-ableism happening'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1325565673106953174</id><published>2011-09-21T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:53:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-conflicting thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All this time, you were far away.You didn't bother with me, only when I took the time to acknowledge you. I gave up because I know sometimes friendship dies off.. No matter how long it the friendship took to build and last, sometimes the distance happens a little at a time and you don't realize it. Maybe we were drifting apart all this time. I can't say its not my fault. I did try to make time for you; I talked to you, I asked about you, I even went so far as to try and spend some time with you. Maybe you didn't realize it too, but we aren't the same as we were back then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, things have changed and I've changed too. I guess you have too. We had different friends but it didn't matter then. I was happy enough that you still cared about me, enough to say, 'What's up?' with that carefree attitude of yours. Everything just seems different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Holding that title in the rank of friends, it was something I thought of as extremely special. But no matter where I go, I see and hear people who have lost the meaning of it. I guess, at some point, our relationship dissolved as well. Keeping the facade, going through the motions. I really don't hold that special rank any more. With your words that were so caring and thoughtful, but did you actually mean any of it? Like a switch, one moment you were the old you, the next, gone with the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the old you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss the old us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Simple, uncomplicated. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1325565673106953174?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1325565673106953174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1325565673106953174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1325565673106953174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1325565673106953174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/conflicting-thoughts.html' title='-conflicting thoughts'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4995790634686575923</id><published>2011-06-13T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:50:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-my nights are lonlier without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days that I could call you up at any time of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days that we would stay up almost all night talking about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days that we would play LAN/online games in school/home/coffeebean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days of having 75% chance of seeing you each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days of having me by your side as you take me on each 'adventure'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days of videocalling whenever we missed each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone are the days that you would text me each morning and each night, "Hey cupcake, good morning!" "Hey sweetie, have a good rest tonight. I love you. :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're so far away from me and yet so near to me, every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just water between us that takes &lt;em&gt;15 minutes&lt;/em&gt; or less to cross by ferry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This sentence is retardation at its maximum. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I could, I'd be there everyday to watch you as you do your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My nights are always lonlier without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4995790634686575923?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4995790634686575923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4995790634686575923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4995790634686575923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4995790634686575923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-nights-are-lonlier-without-you.html' title='-my nights are lonlier without you'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3014118635374821696</id><published>2010-12-04T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:25:23.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello world~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a wedding to attend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assignments to complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Research project to be approved and get started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and unfortunately, no baking will be going on prior to these being completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY SISTER. IS COMING BACK ON THE 6TH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grahhh. The part I hate the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall not dwell, look forward to the horror session on 2nd January. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fat cat needs to diet and exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3014118635374821696?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3014118635374821696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3014118635374821696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3014118635374821696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3014118635374821696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/baking.html' title='-baking'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4156374326236775994</id><published>2010-11-08T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:28:32.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-baking, baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TADAHHHHH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfCX5SCBHI/AAAAAAAAANw/u0aMqx3K0Iw/s1600/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537107982644544626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfCX5SCBHI/AAAAAAAAANw/u0aMqx3K0Iw/s320/DSC00218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Batch Number 3. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried baking them 'rainbow cupcakes'. Out of all 3 batches, the 3rd and last batch looked most promising. They retained the spongy texture as compared to the first batch; I'm guessing heat was too high. 2nd batch, I didnt taste, but it rose higher than first and 3rd BUT not that spongy from touch. 3rd batch didnt rise much, (it was last to bake) but as I mentioned, SPONGY. Will be bringing them to teban for taste test. :P&lt;br /&gt;If its good, YAY. Settled for the weekends. If not, any free time, I'll have to try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537105665129657554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfAQ_3bNNI/AAAAAAAAANI/sz4FlP0qyc4/s320/DSC00213.JPG" /&gt; Aftermath of baking. Or what's left of it. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfARo_0CkI/AAAAAAAAANY/KT59w5gnZ7I/s1600/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537105676170693186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfARo_0CkI/AAAAAAAAANY/KT59w5gnZ7I/s320/DSC00216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Batch Number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfASAeDMQI/AAAAAAAAANg/Mu-XK8-AXqA/s1600/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537105682471530754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfASAeDMQI/AAAAAAAAANg/Mu-XK8-AXqA/s320/DSC00217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Batch Number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfARAbBRhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lhp-WDZYzoY/s1600/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537105665278952978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfARAbBRhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lhp-WDZYzoY/s320/DSC00214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Batches 1, 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, which one looks most appealing to you? ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4156374326236775994?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4156374326236775994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4156374326236775994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4156374326236775994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4156374326236775994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/baking-baking.html' title='-baking, baking'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/TNfCX5SCBHI/AAAAAAAAANw/u0aMqx3K0Iw/s72-c/DSC00218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2859613097527576553</id><published>2010-11-07T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:19:02.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-no marriage??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww my mother is such a spoilerrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's the one who insisted I get married BEFORE going overseas to study, but if I go overseas after graduation and Dan is in NS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO GET MARRIEDDD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm disallowed to go overseas for now. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except for Wheelock college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall put that as my new goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which reminds me, I have to dig up all my old result slips in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I finished IEP on Friday to enable myself to chillax over the weekendddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psst. Secret -&lt;em&gt; baking rainbow cupcakes for my parents' upcoming birthdays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I borrow somebody's oven?? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't have one, except an ovenette which is errr..... Workable I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I might go ingredient shopping tmr after school and try my hand at a first batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tips anyone? :/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2859613097527576553?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2859613097527576553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2859613097527576553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2859613097527576553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2859613097527576553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-marriage.html' title='-no marriage??'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2318818021219377551</id><published>2010-11-04T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:50:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-RAWR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fat. Fat cat. Fat cat sat. Fat cat sat behind the door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am so freaking lazy to start on assignments due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But snce its the last sprint, I will do my best to get As this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like OMG. I've never gotten any except for FP assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which overall, I still get a B+ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to spend tonight singing random songs and start work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not forgetting, picking up my cousin from his OBS course in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan's down with fever, cough and slight flu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letting him get his rest tonight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get well soon, dear. I love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, the new house is coming along nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to get a walk in wardrobe! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay. Now I have space for my hordes of clothes that I keep buying and buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoever introduced me to online shopping, thanks very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm addicted now. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was this wholesale clothing store which apparently had 90% bad reviews but I'm among the 10% who are satisfied with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The clothes are gorgeous, I agree, even if I don't fit 2 of them because its bodycon and I'm not THAAAAAT comfortable with bodycon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT. The white clothes are epic translucent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had given them feedback regarding that and I was thanked and assured that it would be passed on to the supplier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, if anyone wants to get an entirely new wardrobe for next year, you can try going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleocat-fashion.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://cleocat-fashion.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But! Do keep away from the white clothings for the time being. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darker colours recommended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2318818021219377551?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2318818021219377551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2318818021219377551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2318818021219377551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2318818021219377551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/rawr.html' title='-RAWR'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-439353101518868780</id><published>2010-11-02T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:16:43.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-OMG MINDBLOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;MINDBLOWN.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the speech maker, Adrian Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Epicly inspiring and mindblowing.&lt;br /&gt;Recommended to take a read but it's your choice.&lt;br /&gt;It's on my facebook links, I think.&lt;br /&gt;MINDBLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWN.&lt;br /&gt;:O :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-439353101518868780?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/439353101518868780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=439353101518868780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/439353101518868780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/439353101518868780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg-mindblown.html' title='-OMG MINDBLOWN'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7033303608903601294</id><published>2010-11-01T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:28:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-yay, yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm seeing Joel next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No school this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm 50 bucks richer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got my cat to exercise at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I is happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHEEZBURGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOLCAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7033303608903601294?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5827389853675565882</id><published>2010-10-30T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:43:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-this is the story of a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Natasha is a 5 year old girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Her class was vibrant and cheerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There was a boy she disliked very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because he bullied her often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the first 3/4 year in that class, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;had friends who stood by her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But by the last 1/4 end, she only hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a handful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why? They blame her and hate her for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;standing up to the bully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The bully had turned on them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now they all shared the burden of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;being bullied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But they blamed it on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everybody was happy when it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;only Natasha being affected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Natasha was affected for 3/4 of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Natasha's puppy told her to stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;up for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now everybody doesn't like her for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing up for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She doesn't understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The only time she decided to save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;herself from the bully, everyone turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;their backs on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Giving encouraging words but not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Natasha could only look on with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dispair as her friends became the fence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that had once protected her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She was now on the other side where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;as everyone else was happy together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;excluding her because she was the root &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;of the problem now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not the bully, but her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the last burst of the year, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decides to go ahead with her plan and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;refused to back down from her stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Occasionally recieving words of "Hi!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and "Bye!" but no true hand of help for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a shoulder to cry on appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You write the ending and tell me what should happen to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it fair for Natasha to be bullied?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it fair for everyone to turn away when she needed help the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it fair to save yourself when you could have saved a friend and save yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enlighten me, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I sure don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are my friend, can you come and give me a helping hand too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;That saves both me and you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had an offer that I will take up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But can the rest of my friends do the same too? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5827389853675565882?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5827389853675565882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5827389853675565882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5827389853675565882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5827389853675565882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-story-of-girl.html' title='-this is the story of a girl'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6834936310723231489</id><published>2010-10-30T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:49:43.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>-apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you took it personal, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think it's you, it might not be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I still smile at you, it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I still interact with you, it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; will never know, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because others take offence at what is meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you are oblivious to that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if I should be thankful or hate you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad you're out of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't pollute his world with your disgusting ideas and exaggerated nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6834936310723231489?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6834936310723231489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6834936310723231489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6834936310723231489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6834936310723231489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-felt-burn-i-really-do-not-know.html' title='-apologies'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3248264385532118411</id><published>2010-10-29T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:18:27.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patterns. You've fallen into a pattern because I never went against the 'system'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now when I rebel, the system feels like its falling apart and you try to put me back in my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Placating me with reasons and niceties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like dropping out of polytechnic altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I didn't, I wouldn't have met this wonderful guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't have met wonderful friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't have met YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the biggest pimple in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish someone could just pop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eradicating you from the face of this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought I could want to kill someone so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You make me feel like slaughtering a herd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like what the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a freaking penguin who thinks she can rule the world with you cynicism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How the fuck are you supposed to do that when you can't get so much as a herd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scoff and sneers behind your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should've noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucking hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You porcine faced cur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3248264385532118411?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3248264385532118411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3248264385532118411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3248264385532118411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3248264385532118411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/patterns.html' title='-patterns'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1067177414671803871</id><published>2010-10-29T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:40:27.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-cur, you rotund porcine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms Rajoo did a mini English lesson/cram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which was cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She got a little bit dry somewhere but the fun part was where she was actually teaching us how to insult someone in a way that isn't obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks, Ms Rajoo. VERY insightful. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gave us an example of a guy who was stranded at the airport and was demanding for a flight back home and the new counter girl was rude to him (if you think about it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Hallow? Or not to Hallow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I even allowed to? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be at a girl's house until late, watching scary movies and eating pizza, with guys around as well. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, no idea. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a different note, politics will be politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't avoid them, can't work around them, have to work WITH/ON them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What sort of logic is that?? But yes, it rings true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the words of Dan, if you can't beat them, join them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although his words are more.. sinister to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meh. HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO DRESS UP WITH ROTTING SKIN ON MY FACE TMR/SATURDAY. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ONLINE SEARCH ON SELF-MAKE UP TIPS FOR ZOMBIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still hate politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In other words, I hate politicians. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1067177414671803871?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1067177414671803871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1067177414671803871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1067177414671803871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1067177414671803871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/cur-you-rotund-porcine.html' title='-cur, you rotund porcine'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4545074008338020696</id><published>2010-10-28T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:32:28.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-your right, my right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's okay for you to be selfish but not me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you never had to go through what I did, and sure, you're being extremely nice to me now, but is it really fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't see why you can't give a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would've been just as okay if you had told me straight away that you're not comfortable with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not like I bite, right.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, I really don't understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I seriously hate politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never want to start work unless its at Agape Little Uni(JW branch).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damnit. I miss the environment there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you actually felt like you belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4545074008338020696?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4545074008338020696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4545074008338020696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4545074008338020696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4545074008338020696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-right-my-right.html' title='-your right, my right'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5356674324322815128</id><published>2010-10-27T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:39:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-screw politics</title><content type='html'>Ask yourself this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cause and effect moves the world... The outcome of today is a snowball of what we all did yesterday. What did we do to make it this way? Or rather, what did we NOT do?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm not tired of giving in for the past 30 months? Think I'm a bot who does what she's told? Think there's only ONE side to the story?&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of what your actions spoke to the world when you obviously never really spared a thought after all. When you only think of yourself, isn't it justly that I take the time NOW, to stand up for myself after playing the sympathy card for so long?&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and smell the cow poop. You think its unfair for me to do something so drastic; its about time i actually did something for myself rather than spare a thought for you.&lt;br /&gt;Never did I ever condone against your actions for so long but I deeply regret it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Screw this and politics.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Miss Nice Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5356674324322815128?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5356674324322815128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5356674324322815128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5356674324322815128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5356674324322815128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/screw-politics.html' title='-screw politics'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2155709630865838666</id><published>2010-10-21T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:19:47.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-people in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing people in love makes me happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visited Agape with KaiTing. Saw the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Epic cuteness. They still remember me. ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't get to the my lovely K2 children though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got a hug from Mabel. I'm so touched. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan had his NAPFA. I didn't manage to ask how he did, but from the lack of news, I'm guessing it did not go well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't matter anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, Muhammad Danial. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2155709630865838666?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2155709630865838666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2155709630865838666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2155709630865838666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2155709630865838666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-in-love.html' title='-people in love'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-398784697115433288</id><published>2010-09-02T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T02:22:55.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ramblings of an 19 year old who isn't really 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monthsarys' are stupid. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe there was a time where a month was something to be celebrated about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a month, 2 months, etc don't really mean for anything until it reaches at least 12 months which then equates to a year, THEN does it mean SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That something, in a year, you get to know someone, in his or her various different ways, knowing alot or a little, depends on the person you have chosen as a 'bakal suami'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you have come so far in a YEAR, do I see the reason to celebrate for it is a whole 12 months, where you have gone through Fasting month and birthdays. In due time, you get to meet the family, maybe in that year or longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents approval mean the world to me and I am very glad that my family approves of my current 'bakal suami' and that his family approves of me. We have been together for 2 years and more. I don't bother counting the months because, like I have previously mentioned, monthsarys are stupid. I'll wait until our 3rd year comes round before we start celebrating again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my time in Ngee Ann Polytechnic, I have seen myself maturing and digressing equally. I have even more responsibilities now but it doesn't change the fact that I am childish. I enjoy being a child and truthfully, &lt;em&gt;I never want to grow up&lt;/em&gt;. I was born the second, and last child and I have been quite pampered since birth. I had always taken it for granted because I always thought "&lt;em&gt;Every child grows up this way&lt;/em&gt;." I grew up believing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My perception changed when I met a boy. Who fit this idealistic mould of a perfect boyfriend. But, he never did become a 'bakal suami'. He instead became my best friend who although has been MIA from me for ages, is still regarded as so. But little by little, my reliance on him to help me up in my times of need, has lessened because I met a boy, in the late half of 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When feelings started developing from the first time I met him, the time we exchanged numbers, the first date, the first 'meet the family session' for both our families, right up to this very moment; I very much grew to trust him more and put my faith in him to help me stand. It is not right for me to burden my best friend, who has his equal share of problems when I selfishly have someone who is already always there for me, including on speedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not saying that I have kicked my best friend to the curb, I would love to catch up with you again soon and have a heart to heart talk again someday. But I probably wouldn't share those too personal problems as I have promised to my 'bakal suami' to trust in him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have 2 wonderful guys in my life, one of which weighs greater in my heart than the other because I truly do have deep feelings and the other is a deep friendship that I do not wish to break. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love you dudes.&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-398784697115433288?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/398784697115433288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=398784697115433288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/398784697115433288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/398784697115433288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramblings-of-19-year-old-who-isnt.html' title='-ramblings of an 19 year old who isn&apos;t really 19'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2035754241255222057</id><published>2010-07-20T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:04:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIXELLATES ARE BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pixellates is back up and running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixellates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://pixellates.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ! Check it out for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Support us! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2035754241255222057?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2035754241255222057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2035754241255222057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2035754241255222057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2035754241255222057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/pixellates-are-back.html' title='PIXELLATES ARE BACK!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-9036809308375130875</id><published>2010-07-18T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:48:33.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-OMG OXFORD SHOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HAVE PROPER NUBACK LEATHER SHOES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW DANIAL CAN BE HAPPY BECAUSE &lt;strong&gt;NUBACK&lt;/strong&gt; MATCHES HIS DANG &lt;strong&gt;TIMBERLANDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I love you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful lunch and shopping at Vivo with the family.&lt;br /&gt;I totally love my attachment; altho I don't love ALL of the kids. :/&lt;br /&gt;Some just love pushing my anger buttons and despite how much I want to scream and shout at them, I cant. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, a few bad apples doesn't spoil the tree!&lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE THEM KIDS. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been sick but its a cough. Nothing serious enough that makes me feel like I need to skip attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have decided to clean my room more often and clean the 'mess' that is my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak prepare for marriage rightttttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Need to be neat, orderly and &lt;u&gt;PERFECTIONIST&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so dead when I get engaged. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAVEN'T MET JOEL IN AGES AND I MISS HIM. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I spelled &lt;u&gt;DYLAN&lt;/u&gt; with the Alphabits cereal at Teban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I totally love Dan's nieces - the older one is like epic lovable. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I shall stop here due to laziness. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-9036809308375130875?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9036809308375130875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=9036809308375130875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/9036809308375130875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/9036809308375130875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-oxford-shoes.html' title='-OMG OXFORD SHOES'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2707822150146340449</id><published>2010-05-10T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:36:28.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-OMG</title><content type='html'>Ignoring numerous things about your friend that still leaves a world of hurt on me, I shall move on to better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMBER ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAC GROUP ASSIGNMENT IS FINALLY OVER. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMBER TWO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAD AN AWESOME BIRTHDAY, SPENT WITH DAN, SPENT WITH FAMILY OVER THE WEEKEND. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NENEK, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR AWESOME COOKING. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' AND FOR YOUR PRESENTS AND HONG BAOS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMBER THREE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I SELF-GRATIFIED MYSELF AND GOT SIMS 3 WORLD ADVENTURESSSSSSSSSS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMBER FOUR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I SELF-GRATIFIED MYSELF ONCE AGAIN BY GETTING DAN HIS JOYSTICK CONTROLLER WHICH HE NOW PLAYS RANDOM AIRPLANE GAMES WITH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time with you and your friends at Seoul Garden, I wouldn't mind seeing them again but like you said, you need to sort out a few things before we do.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW BACK TO SIMS. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2707822150146340449?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2707822150146340449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2707822150146340449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2707822150146340449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2707822150146340449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg.html' title='-OMG'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2624516317022860960</id><published>2010-04-21T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:50:59.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-year 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 3 is finally here.!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work hard, study hard and play hard! :P&lt;br /&gt;Firetruck you, who think i don't give a firetruck about THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't give a damn anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more false pretences, just honest truth next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to endure the next 5 weeks, THEN I'M GOING TO GO ALL OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS TIME NEXT YEAR, I SO HOPE I DON'T SEE YOU ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Besides this, changes have been made and implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, moved house.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, started gymming.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, junk food intake has been seriously cut down.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, high interest in making japanese styled food.&lt;br /&gt;Fith, I have mastered the art of POOPER SCOOPING.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, I have cultivated a nonplussed interest towards shopping for the moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I'M GOING UNIVERSAL STUDIOS WITH THE FAMILY THIS WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL ! See you this Saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2624516317022860960?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2624516317022860960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2624516317022860960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2624516317022860960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2624516317022860960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-3.html' title='-year 3'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1719153384239220731</id><published>2010-03-20T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:28:40.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-SOMETHING TO DO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LIKE FINALLY~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had something to do, I got OUT of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw Dan, I saw Toast people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had laughs, got to be a timer(hey, it occupied my time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meh. Had a long bus journey home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some school girl gave me the the up-and-down stare but WHO CARES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just happy that my dad isn't pissy anymore with stuff. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, I'm happy I got to see Dan and see Toast people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Altho we didn't join them for ice creams(was it?) because my dad already got dinner and I didn't want to piss him off so I rushed back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, Dan spent the time at my place eating durians my dad bought and the nangka he bought, and had briyani for dinner too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talked and chatted about random stuff with Dan going through my stuff . :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally walked about and sat at a bus stop to chat some more with him before he sent me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, DANIAL. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND IT'S GREAT TO BE AMONG PEOPLE MY AGE OR A YEAR YOUNGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1719153384239220731?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1719153384239220731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1719153384239220731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1719153384239220731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1719153384239220731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-do.html' title='-SOMETHING TO DO~'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-9070623370199478703</id><published>2010-03-01T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:43:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-nobody to blame but myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish that I could be far far away from here with a time difference of 5 to 6 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the time I'm free, you'd be working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The time you're free, I'll be asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That way, you could never scold me for something I do or don't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, I really don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-9070623370199478703?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9070623370199478703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=9070623370199478703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you start comparing, it just hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may or may not know, but when you said what you said, I just had to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need time to compose myself before I start talking to you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said 5 to 10 minutes, but I feel like taking half an hour, or maybe an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To do what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most simplest way of expressing &lt;em&gt;anguish&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; pain&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; sadness&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/19052337-9217170901141276941?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9217170901141276941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=9217170901141276941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/9217170901141276941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/9217170901141276941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-hate-this.html' title='-i really hate this'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2216776064126459431</id><published>2010-02-26T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:18:57.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-how biased can you get?</title><content type='html'>How biased can you get?&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, you indulged the way oooold exco and now the upcoming NEW exco.&lt;br /&gt;Like whothehell do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're some pioneer shit starter of it?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think you're being freaking unfair?&lt;br /&gt;You've never so much as treated us as anything more than a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;And you treat them like OMG, COME OVER TO MY PLACE. :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALLLL.&lt;br /&gt;URGH. How freaking flack is that?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Puck you, PUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, take my boyfriend along yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Puck you and your shitty games.&lt;br /&gt;I won't waste time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're GLORIOUSLY HAPPY you'll be rid of us starting March/April.&lt;br /&gt;Puck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2216776064126459431?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2216776064126459431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2216776064126459431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2216776064126459431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2216776064126459431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-biased-can-you-get.html' title='-how biased can you get?'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8404314747199381033</id><published>2010-02-10T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:32:49.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-VIVO SHOPPINGGGGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VIVO SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RETAIL THERAPY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the day with that Pris the stalker Suen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She had a specific list of people to buy gifts for but girls being girls, we ended up drifting to random stores and bought stuff for ourselves. (actually, it was just me. xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I became a nail polish tester for Pris. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finallyyyyyy, found some stuff for her intended list of people, played a random game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Pris, your sense of practicality and functionality, is difficult to please. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought HEEEEELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heels that shall only be worn on dates and random occasions such as weddings and shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought random strawberry handcream. SMELLS YUMMEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought my first mascara. AMAZINGGGGGGG. :O&lt;br /&gt;Bought random stuff at candy empire as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in the end, I forgot to give the CHN textbook back to Pris. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will be sending the updated slides to her though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I JUST FINISHED DREAMWEAVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am now an expert Flasher. IN YOUR FACE, FLASH CS4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8404314747199381033?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8404314747199381033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8404314747199381033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8404314747199381033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8404314747199381033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/vivo-shoppinggggg.html' title='-VIVO SHOPPINGGGGG!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-820593221369970519</id><published>2010-01-30T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:39:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-public humpfest, BIG EW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a public humpfest going on right outside my neighbour's house.&lt;br /&gt;Directly opposite mine.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf. Get a room.&lt;br /&gt;There were all these people walking by, cars passing, and they act all innocent and stop.&lt;br /&gt;But once they're gone, &lt;em&gt;'HEYHO. LET'S HUMP BABEH!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. WTF. It lasted half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I was bothering them, left the sliding door open and openly mocked them on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Even put Dan on loudspeaker, they left shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't stand there and watch, I kept going back out to check if they were gone yet in that half hour.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOODNESS, when I checked at 10.20pm, they were finally gone.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;Public humpfest, OVERRR.&lt;br /&gt;Most irritating thing is, it's my neighbour's (not his son) random dude person who lives with them.&lt;br /&gt;Great. I ranted, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Sickos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-820593221369970519?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/820593221369970519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=820593221369970519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/820593221369970519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/820593221369970519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/public-humpfest-big-ew.html' title='-public humpfest, BIG EW.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7644611920354485138</id><published>2010-01-30T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:16:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHBALL, JUST DISAPPEAR</title><content type='html'>FISHBALL FISHBALL FISHBALL.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just go away, disappear, I never want to see your fishball face ever again.&lt;br /&gt;So sick of you and your nonsense excuses.&lt;br /&gt;You're so damn lucky I haven't scolded you shitloads at all.&lt;br /&gt;FISHYOU I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. &lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO WORK WITH YOU AGAIN DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;FISHBALLFISHBALLFISHBALL.&lt;br /&gt;FISHERHOOKER. &lt;br /&gt;`THIS IS FOR YOU, FISHERHOOKER. &lt;strong&gt;_|_ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7644611920354485138?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7644611920354485138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7644611920354485138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7644611920354485138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7644611920354485138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/fishball-just-disappear.html' title='FISHBALL, JUST DISAPPEAR'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4936543114685170516</id><published>2010-01-21T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:24:38.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-does the fault lie with me?</title><content type='html'>Is it my fault for her actions this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know what exactly it's about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing its about today itself. &lt;br /&gt;But is it my fault? :/&lt;br /&gt;Somebody enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;My sore throat evolved into a cough. &lt;br /&gt;That's just greattttttt.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say, so yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4936543114685170516?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4936543114685170516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4936543114685170516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4936543114685170516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4936543114685170516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-fault-lie-with-me.html' title='-does the fault lie with me?'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6182949483719798043</id><published>2010-01-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:15:02.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-wtf</title><content type='html'>When my sister comes home late, you all don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;When I come home not so late, take 10.55pm, you freak out and give me a lecture.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. &lt;br /&gt;Stop being so bloody unfair in your treatment among sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6182949483719798043?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6182949483719798043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6182949483719798043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6182949483719798043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6182949483719798043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf.html' title='-wtf'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2546490739057162909</id><published>2009-12-17T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:38:07.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-blank</title><content type='html'>Ew. Blogger posting looks different nowww.&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;Random updates, I finished my E learning hw, most of them.&lt;br /&gt;Had an outing with the express malay class people yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;In official holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dude very much. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go on Singapore Flyer again. VERY SOON, I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sick of Your depressedness.&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking the world revolves around you and being depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;You had a loss, I had a loss like ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;I got over it, you will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ifahchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2546490739057162909?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2546490739057162909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2546490739057162909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2546490739057162909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2546490739057162909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank.html' title='-blank'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5373668807293806304</id><published>2009-11-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:25:54.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-enjoying my planning much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing, that for once, I actually enjoyed planning for a lesson plan of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehehe. And I can't wait to get the approval from the field supervisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO HELLO WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On something NOT related to implementing lesson plans, I wasted time going to school for an hour's lecture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decided not to go HortPark with YZ, Clarry, Rommy and JingYi because YiTing reminded me that the field supervisor wanted to see the lesson plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent my afternoon brainstorming, disturbing Night the cat, singing praises about Dan, facebook-ing and eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder I'm putting on weight. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, I'm apparently supposed to have a video call session with Dan but he's MIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably video calling is out of the question for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, it's down to a tie to family or he lost track of time with his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. ): No use fretting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides E-Learning homework I'll be doing this weekend, I'm probably going to rot the weekend away again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum was being a bit PMS-y today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't do anything, she is my mum. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall go watch Miracle Worker now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5373668807293806304?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5373668807293806304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5373668807293806304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5373668807293806304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5373668807293806304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/enjoying-my-planning-much.html' title='-enjoying my planning much'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5346301696576497322</id><published>2009-11-03T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:39:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-abhor attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike going for attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough said. Nsk !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmph !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I had my way, I wouldn't have to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5346301696576497322?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5346301696576497322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5346301696576497322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5346301696576497322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5346301696576497322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/abhor-attachment.html' title='-abhor attachment'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-808489543490803808</id><published>2009-11-03T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:51:24.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-you can't run away from your past</title><content type='html'>There's &lt;u&gt;nowhere&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;s&gt;no&lt;/s&gt; place to go&lt;br /&gt;Surrender my &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt;, body and &lt;i&gt;soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be, you're &lt;u&gt;asking&lt;/u&gt; me to feel, the things you &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that brings back sad memories. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-808489543490803808?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/808489543490803808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=808489543490803808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/808489543490803808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/808489543490803808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-cant-run-away-from-your-past.html' title='-you can&apos;t run away from your past'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-557562588023914558</id><published>2009-11-03T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:19:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-random breakup shizzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOHOO. RANDOM POST.&lt;br /&gt;Concerning break up lines i took from MSN. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some helpful parting lines.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;My feelings for you are too strong.”&lt;/strong&gt; This is an ingenious way of saying goodbye to your man with a whopping ego.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Let’s get hitched&lt;/strong&gt;.” Men and domestication don’t often go hand-in-hand so fingers crossed, he will bow out benevolently.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I need space&lt;/strong&gt;.” This hints that it is temporary. Of course, you know differently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.S excuses and their translations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take some tips from others and use the following lines to ditch your man.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;It’s not you, it’s me&lt;/strong&gt;” in your mind means: I’m fine, but you’re a royal pain in the backside.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;We are different stages of our lives&lt;/strong&gt;” in your mind means: You’re beneath me.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I want to concentrate on my work right now&lt;/strong&gt;” in your mind means: I want to concentrate on the hot office guy right now.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;My feelings scare me&lt;/strong&gt;” in your mind means: My feelings are actually nonexistent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-557562588023914558?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/557562588023914558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=557562588023914558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/557562588023914558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/557562588023914558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-breakup-shizzz.html' title='-random breakup shizzz'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3411373331344715585</id><published>2009-10-03T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:20:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fam-ily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boyfriend met the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough said. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mak Nyai approves. Heh. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;And Mr F suspiciously macam nak tackle Ms AK. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chey chey!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, he met the whole family, cousins and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And its a first. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's the most sociable boyfriend, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good for him ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As long as he gets along fine with them all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired, I shall sleep soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3411373331344715585?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3411373331344715585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3411373331344715585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3411373331344715585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3411373331344715585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/fam-ily.html' title='- Fam-ily'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2644396339649331670</id><published>2009-09-30T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:54:49.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the reason why I hate those prepubescent boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think you're all that, you think you're what, hot stuff, good looking, smart like a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a good, long look in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're obviously NOT all that listed above; you don't know half the things going on in the world, you're lost in your tiny little comfort bubble of 'GIRLS HAVE SWEET ASSES AND BOOBIES'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grow up! This is the PAINFULLY OBVIOUS REASON WHY YOU GET GLARES FROM PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's more to girls than just ass and boobs. D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because someone LOOKS Chinese doesn't mean they are Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because you're so hormonally imbalanced doesn't mean you can freely comment (or sing, in this case) about someone's ass when that someone is RIGHT THERE, UNDERSTANDING EVERY STUPID LITTLE WORD YOU'RE SAYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROW UP, GROW UP, GROW UP! D:&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2644396339649331670?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2644396339649331670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2644396339649331670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2644396339649331670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2644396339649331670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-why-i-hate-those-prepubescent.html' title='-the reason why I hate those prepubescent boys'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3003905864204529446</id><published>2009-09-28T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:18:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-meet the sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met his sister and her fiance today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's really pretty and really friendly too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had fun gang-teasing Dan. Heh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helped Dan pick a present for his sister, paid and got it wrapped then headed over to meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like,"&lt;em&gt;SIALAH. OMG. SHE'S GORGEOUS. D: D: D:&lt;/em&gt; !" in my head. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side note, Ugly Truth was worth the watch with Dan. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had dinner at Fish and Co. with them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gaah. I felt odd. I don't usually eat seafood-ish when I'm out. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not my thing, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides all that, I dragged Dan home to eat mee siam my mum cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then he went home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His mum called an hour later, looking for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His phone died apparently. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a short chat and she was telling me some random stuff about her job and a family dinner they had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so touched by what she said.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that, and I don't know how true this is, but I'm so GRAAAH by the fact that she outrightly told me that she and his sister approve of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like, WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Says that I'm the first girl who's been around this long? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I swear the other one was longer?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But awww, Makcik! I'm very touched! I like you too! And I like his sister too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still have a 'phobia' of his brother though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite what Dan, his sister and his mum say, I still think he's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad commented once,"For what you get scared? Just say right back at him! TAK PAYAH TAKUT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I currently feel very loved. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear the other time I felt this happy was this morning when I sampled my successful second try at cookies and OMG! CHEWY AND SOFT ON THE INSIDE!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ate many. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do hope Dan, his sister and his mum like their cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Dan likes the second successful batch, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were gone in like, under 3 minutes. 6 MEDIUM sized cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, yo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going jalan raya with BV people on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I originally planned to go to Ms Sue's house with the classmates but knowing me, if I go, I'd be too lazy to go find the BV people and crash at home instead. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I decided on going with BV people because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) I haven't seen them in AGES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) I'm lazy to go and find them if I go Ms Sue's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) I'm seeing them wonderful ladies on Tuesday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be darned though, I feel lazy to get stuff. I wonder if I should just bake cookies instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I made the necessary amendments to the cookie recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make it chewy, set temp at 190, for BAKED, GARING, 160.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Night is taking up my leg space. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't sleep properly tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3003905864204529446?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3003905864204529446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3003905864204529446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3003905864204529446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3003905864204529446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-sister.html' title='-meet the sister'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1632721193975977331</id><published>2009-09-24T05:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:11:28.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-quoted from Shila's blogpost from a while back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH, I AGREE WITH THIS SHIT YO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry. I'm feeling wide awake at 5.05am in the morning because I thought I saw something &lt;em&gt;that I shall not mention here&lt;/em&gt; at 2++am flit past the tv in my room. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said a few prayers but still unable to sleep; times like these I regret not being a better Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've gotten a couple of lines of advice from 2 people concerning similar occasions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I still wish I tried harder to do some memorisation BESIDES the basics that are used for daily prayers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I somehow can't bring myself to. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I left the TV running since then and it's currently on MTV. When I hear someone getting up, I'll turn it off and I'll probably be able to sleep then. Sad case, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My back's starting to hurt. BAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike this, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to watch 28 Days Later to pass the time until someone wakes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See youu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS - I miss Dan already. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1632721193975977331?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1632721193975977331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1632721193975977331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1632721193975977331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1632721193975977331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/quoted-from-shilas-blogpost-from-while.html' title='-quoted from Shila&apos;s blogpost from a while back.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-256011441796196116</id><published>2009-09-24T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:49:33.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-RAYAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE RAYAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been busy and yet not busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visiting and sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan visited. Had dinner at The Royals Cafe. Went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will be baking cookies for his sister's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need to find those pretty plastic wrap thingys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's away for camp - working. 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall be sleeping my days away and going for toastmasters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't feeeeeeel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like sleeeeping all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the holidays, dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never feel like going out to the movies or anything at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-256011441796196116?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/256011441796196116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=256011441796196116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/256011441796196116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/256011441796196116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/rayaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='-RAYAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5025090112147288408</id><published>2009-09-15T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:04:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-HOORAY, BAKING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HOORAY. HARI RAYA'S ROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T WAIT TO START MAKING KUEH RAYA TOMORROW WITH MY MUM AND SISTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HOORAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't felt the need to vent or rant lately, so I haven't updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT HOORAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND MY SISTER WANTS TO BAKE COOKIES AS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HOORAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I WILL BE HELPING HER, I THINK. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HOOOOOOORAYYYYYY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5025090112147288408?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5025090112147288408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5025090112147288408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5025090112147288408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5025090112147288408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/hooray-baking.html' title='-HOORAY, BAKING.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8107635173482151058</id><published>2009-08-30T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:32:46.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the reason why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sometimes the reason why I prefer not to talk to you, SMN, is that you somehow always manage to infuriate me and piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well thanks. Disney Movies helped cool me down and you just made me see red and feel like crying my eyes out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKS A LOT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8107635173482151058?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8107635173482151058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8107635173482151058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8107635173482151058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8107635173482151058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-why.html' title='-the reason why'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4296930376079965187</id><published>2009-08-29T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:53:17.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything can change when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOTS. Very Nice, Very Good !&lt;br /&gt;My sister found an old album consisting of mainly my pictures in Nur Kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice. I took it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that I should not waste time waiting and just jump in with Sims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afterall, he did say he'd do the contacting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, Dan. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I attempted french braiding yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's attempt was better. But still messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I practiced on my sister too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm getting the hang of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hooray. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishes of thanks to Rommy and Pris. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly speaking, when I'm in need of girl talk these two wonder women are always around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you, women! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a random wish to take up a sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. Gives a thought there. HMMMMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4296930376079965187?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4296930376079965187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4296930376079965187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4296930376079965187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4296930376079965187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='-CHANGE.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5429447230196798304</id><published>2009-08-28T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:52:23.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Believe In Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you believe in Magic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I believe in the magic of Love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, I haven't given up on Dan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give him till the end of Ramadan. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or aybe Hari Raya. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if my parents ask again, HMMM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entah lah ehhhh. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney movies give me the lift I actually needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANK YOU DISNEY CHANNEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should probably go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I only had 4 hours of sleep. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5429447230196798304?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5429447230196798304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5429447230196798304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5429447230196798304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5429447230196798304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/believe-in-magic.html' title='-Believe In Magic'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5343223370379125825</id><published>2009-08-28T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:33:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-AMIRAH'S QUOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onclick="'ft(" href="http://www.facebook.com/amirahlee?ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amirah Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; #rememberwhen he used to be just a click of a call away, but now you can only afford to sheepishly stare at his number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I find this so true. :D&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;I clicked the 'like' button on facebook. HEHE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5343223370379125825?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5343223370379125825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5343223370379125825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5343223370379125825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5343223370379125825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/amirahs-quote.html' title='-AMIRAH&apos;S QUOTE!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8325518857626244410</id><published>2009-08-28T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:42:08.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the things i do because i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my family asks why I haven't gone out with you, since its the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell them the last bit of info that I got from you a week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lost your phone and you haven't been online for a long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure, I smile for them. But even my parents are asking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only God knows, you know, your family know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sure don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most I can do is assume(it makes and ass out of you and me) and speculate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been telling myself, its exam week. Chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But shouldn't exams be over by now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You said you'd be the one doing the contacting. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently phone's working but you don't answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it's family issues. Most probable reason, but really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do I know? Nothing. Nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's funny how you're still in my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other stuff that's non related:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Played Guitar Hero with my sister until sahur time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Played some random game(I swore not to sleep but I fell asleep anyway) after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been playing it until now(was asleep from 8 to 12pm?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall take a shower after this post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My phone had a seizure :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It spaced, blanked, blinked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I managed to get it somewhat working, the themes were missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm stuck with an ugly blue basic. D: Igh. I like my reds and blacks. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reset the wallpaper, screensaver and tones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Initially wallpaper was His face, but after a few days, it just hurt to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I changed it to the 'red light district lamp' as I call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Screensaver's a picture of my sister and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tones are the same; MJ's Beat it for message, Misery Business for ringing tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going out with Pris on Monday to Ion Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to school with Joel to drop off cca stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be washing random containers for my mum today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall attempt to clean up(&lt;em&gt;key word being attempt&lt;/em&gt;) my room. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard a cat from ON the roof - it could be Night. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Might be stuck on the roof again because of the rain. Nsk. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After doing random stuff, I shall probably go do something else to keep myself busy so I don't have time to think of him and get all sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I might go do Pris's moustache thingy for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO IRONING NONSENSE. I LIKE TO DESIGN YOU. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when Feeqa gets back to Singapore, I shall go out with her too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the month of fasting. It took me a longer time to get upset than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's a plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH. My sister and I looked at old photo albums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When he's finally back from where ever he's been, I'm going to get him to come over and show him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baaah. I like my INFANT and BABY pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like my primary school and secondary school pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. Why? I started gaining weight and getting a mochi face after Primary 4. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danish the bear is starting to smell like no smell. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh no! Time for Danish the bear to hug Ms Sue's gift soap from body shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DANG. And probably put that green sweater in the wash. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel says he's gotten fat. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I so do not believe him. He's like gorgeously slim with nice hair and sense of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PFFFFT. And he say's hes fat. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I KEEP HEARING CATS FIGHTING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's annoying! NSK! D:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT'S NOT NIGHT EITHER SO I'M EVEN MORE ANNOYED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Toastmaster's camp seems so far awayyyyyyyyyyy. D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it still on ? NO IDEAAAAAAAAAA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never asked anyway. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like taking a walk but at the same time, I don't want to go alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See Joel. It's times like these when you could go with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have fun at Baybeats today though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked like my dad when I was WAYYY younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I look like my mum when she was WAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xD I look like her in her teens. :D NO JOKE. I REALLY DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked like my dad when he was in his skinny slim days when I was primary school young(pri 1-3) and before. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stopped dreaming in clarity. It's all fuzzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall go dream about Edward Cullen tonight if it's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost feel like Bella when Edward left her in book 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just not as zombie-fied. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Zarifah Bazilah Loves Muhammad Danial  . &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8325518857626244410?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8325518857626244410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8325518857626244410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8325518857626244410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8325518857626244410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-do-because-i-love-you.html' title='-the things i do because i love you'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7470655138304285465</id><published>2009-08-27T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:50:27.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-i keep waiting, waiting, waiting for the world to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep on waiting, waiting, waiting for the world to change. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wait till 3am for you, but you never show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wasted efforts? Probably. It's holidays, so what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall attempt to keep busy for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you, dude. I do. And I love you. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least Joel's holiday-ing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's been hyper and slightly loopy. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay best friend. *hug*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, woman. :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GRAAAH. I am pulling out hair now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? I have nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I'm going shopping with Pris on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay. :) *hug*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, woman!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall get your present someday. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? I am lazy to leave the house because, I'm just lazy. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MTV's a source for random entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joseph provided a short laugh in the late afternoon with his random shout of touchscreen toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Samuel . &gt;_&gt; HAHA. He randomly pops up to ask for a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-_-" Nsk. Woman, woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall try to sleep earlier today? But probably not happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7470655138304285465?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7470655138304285465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7470655138304285465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7470655138304285465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7470655138304285465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-keep-waiting-waiting-waiting-for.html' title='-i keep waiting, waiting, waiting for the world to change'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8099360576750296092</id><published>2009-08-27T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:20:56.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-i don't like where this is going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's starting to feel like the nightmare is coming true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I blame my overactive imagination for my apparent paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's worse than the last time. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8099360576750296092?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8099360576750296092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8099360576750296092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8099360576750296092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8099360576750296092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-like-where-this-is-going.html' title='-i don&apos;t like where this is going...'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6735956785546869318</id><published>2009-08-27T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:11:03.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-make me stop hoping</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make me stop hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make me harbour no expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make me stop believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make me stop trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe I won't hurt so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do not know what to think anymore concerning you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because now apparently your phone is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I do not know what to say to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I think it's better if I just kept quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want to start wallowing in self-pity bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have attempted to keep my brain busy by playing random games of Bejeweled Blitz and watching Naruto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can't really concentrate. I keep getting low scores and it's at a sad arc of Naruto now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whaaaat a bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it's fine that I'm on my period now, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like diving under the covers and sleeping the week away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I do that, please? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-banana split and squashed, *SPLAT* *SQUISH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6735956785546869318?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6735956785546869318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6735956785546869318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6735956785546869318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6735956785546869318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-me-stop-hoping.html' title='-make me stop hoping'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5723249790911071869</id><published>2009-08-27T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:52:58.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMG NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have no idea when this nightmare occured, just that it was TODAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate having something so...... GRAAH. Saddening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do hope it doesn't happen. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Simply put; the week of silence equates something ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And after, something new began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And tossed aside was I, no proper goodbye. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GOODNESS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No thanks pls. I am sad now. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall go play games or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SIDE NOTE; IKEA SMELLS NICE. &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5723249790911071869?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5723249790911071869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5723249790911071869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5723249790911071869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5723249790911071869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiightmaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='-NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5076562662916577969</id><published>2009-08-22T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:46:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-no news is good news?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No news is apparently good news. ):&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe its true but I can't help but worry.&lt;br /&gt;i do hope his issues have been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;Its been three-ish days.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT FEEL LIKE STUDYING FOR DLE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HECK LAH. I SHALL READ THROUGH THE CHAPTERS SOON.&lt;br /&gt;My sister wants to kaypoh and read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, DUDE. STOP MIA-ING ALREADY OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your remaining papers and GOOD LUCK ECH-ERS FOR DLE PAPER!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5076562662916577969?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5076562662916577969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5076562662916577969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5076562662916577969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5076562662916577969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-news-is-good-news.html' title='-no news is good news?'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-272122226133473706</id><published>2009-08-20T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:29:32.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRING IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITBD'/><title type='text'>ITBD? BRING IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ITBD? BRING IT, YO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*swaggers towards examination hall in dreams*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After tomorrow, its ONE PAPER DOWN, ONE LEFT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO ITBD, GOODBYE ITBD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO DLE. GOODBYE DLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO HOLIDAYS AND FASTING MONTH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-272122226133473706?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/272122226133473706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=272122226133473706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/272122226133473706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/272122226133473706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/itbd-bring-it.html' title='ITBD? BRING IT!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8649295823062868482</id><published>2009-08-15T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:46:38.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-GRAAAAAAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so lazy to study for ITBD. Well, I've covered the 10 principles and the 3Rs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a start right? Danggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Panic and study mood would probably kick in Monday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoping it would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been stoning and lazing round at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suuuuuch a wheeball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and OOOOOOH. TERASE MAN, TENTANG BENDE2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baaah. And OMG. TOASTMASTERS FINALLY ARRANGED A CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahah. WTH. I feel like I have no life; just about camp, make me sooo happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall attempt to study ITBD again after I get back home tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or else, I'll just push it to Sunday. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He won't be happy to hear that though. Dang you. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love love you all. ~! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8649295823062868482?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8649295823062868482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8649295823062868482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8649295823062868482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8649295823062868482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/graaaaaaaaaah.html' title='-GRAAAAAAAAAAH'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4106281274283005988</id><published>2009-08-09T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:50:32.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ifah viewed her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=131882085699&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=92a6b69320e9142cf523c824c49fb095&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/lovezodiacprofile/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Zodiac Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the zodiac sign Taurus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are Taurus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are an extremely gentle and caring lover. You are totally loyal in your relationships. You prefer to be in a serious relationship. You are a very understanding lover. You love to be pampered by your loved one. At times, you get very possessive about your partner. Your partner loves you for the intimacy and affection you show. You are a tender lover and do not show too much aggression. You tend to be open in your relationships. You do not hide things from your partner and expect the same in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your kissing style:Your kisses are very soft and memorable. You love to proceed in a slow manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To attract you, the opposite sex must be:&lt;strong&gt;cook great food for you&lt;/strong&gt;, pamper you, be dependable and honest, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are more compatible with - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo&lt;/strong&gt;, Scorpio, Virgo, Capricorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are less compatible with - &lt;em&gt;Sagittarius, Gemini, Aries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. I think I zoomed in too much on the 'cook great food for you'. Interestingly, he brought up that topic on his own yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I should be studying for FM. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4106281274283005988?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4106281274283005988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4106281274283005988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4106281274283005988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4106281274283005988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/ifah-viewed-her-love-zodiac-profile-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-211611076858475622</id><published>2009-08-08T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:11:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-THANKYOUFORROYALLYSCREWINGMEOVER,GOOGLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hadn't felt the need, or want to blog but THIS REALLY TAKES THE CAKE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU FOR ROYALLY SCREWING ME OVER, GOOGLE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away that LAST bit of SANITIY I had reserved specially for TWILIGHT SERIES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away the joy I get from READING. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH, GOOGLE. D:&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am royally pissed. THANKS, YO, GOOGLE. D:&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides being royally pissed with GOOGLE, I woke up an hour late for class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND forgot to pack the coversheet for FP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that was a signal to how bad the day was going to go from then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not counting the minor issues of body ache from the fun on Thursday, I suffered from lack of sleep(do not ask. D: ), cash issues, forgetfulness, rudeness and the unabashed guilt that hit me soon after Not forgetting Dan getting woozy after he got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;): I do hope he feels better after a good night's rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He did not sound well, AT ALL. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ignoring my GOOGLE crisis, I feel an urgency to resume my payback of 3 days of Fasting remaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall not go into details with that. Boring to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I so can't wait for New Moon to come out in Singapore. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I rewatched the trailer, PLUS the Fan-made Trailer. Nice . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After much laments(OKAY, I ADMIT I LAMENT A LOT, Sankalp!), I'm wondering if sleep is good for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH. We met a friend of Dan's at PH. He worked there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still can't get away from the 'I thought you were Chinese!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to counter him by saying,'Well, Dan looks Chinka too, you know.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But forget it. Not worth it. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time for sleep, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nights world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a side post to Joel; Dude, you've been MIA-ing from me. ): And I am not at all pleased with that. ): You're my Jacob - the dude who knows me best considering how long it seems for us to meet up. Talk soon, Mummy. *hugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note to CKTs, family; I heart you wonderful women. (: Despite knowing that I have ditched on more than a few occasions, I can't tell you all how sorry I am sometimes but I do get carried away. ): Remind me more often that I need the same sort of balance in my life that includes friends other than my boyfriend. As well as family. *hugs to CKTs and family*&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/19052337-211611076858475622?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/211611076858475622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=211611076858475622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/211611076858475622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/211611076858475622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankyouforroyallyscrewingmeovergoogle.html' title='-THANKYOUFORROYALLYSCREWINGMEOVER,GOOGLE'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4639099554708887166</id><published>2009-07-18T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:26:38.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-i'm the a**hole, not him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a f*ing screw up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could take back whatever bullshit I typed but I can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't help the fact that I was feeling like crap when I woke up either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it was no excuse for me to behave that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I screwed up. Big time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`the ahole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4639099554708887166?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4639099554708887166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4639099554708887166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4639099554708887166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4639099554708887166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-ahole-not-him.html' title='-i&apos;m the a**hole, not him'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3049331501878952976</id><published>2009-07-09T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:51:10.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your Venus is in &lt;strong&gt;Taurus&lt;/strong&gt;, your needs in love are largely determined by the &lt;strong&gt;pleasing of your senses&lt;/strong&gt;. The first of the earth signs, Taurus is very &lt;strong&gt;physical&lt;/strong&gt;. You are sensually inclined--not sensation-oriented like Aries, but rather &lt;strong&gt;keenly tuned in to the world of the physical five senses&lt;/strong&gt;. (The sixth sense belongs to the Water signs!) To understand the Venusian Taurus nature, it is helpful to think of three "S" words that Taurus values:&lt;strong&gt; sensuality, stability, and satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat &lt;strong&gt;conventional&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;matters of the heart&lt;/strong&gt;, with a &lt;strong&gt;strong sense&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;commitment&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;purpose&lt;/strong&gt;. You are not romantic in a frilly or dreamy way, yet you certainly have the &lt;strong&gt;sense of the romantic&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to &lt;strong&gt;honoring others&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;surrounding partnerships in simple luxuries&lt;/strong&gt;. You are practical, and&lt;strong&gt; relationships&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;taken seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. This does not necessarily mean that you are incapable of having one-night-stands or the like, but a partnership means a lot to you and you don't take your responsibilities lightly. You have a &lt;strong&gt;strong, constant love nature&lt;/strong&gt;, and you offer loved ones much comfort &lt;strong&gt;in your stability&lt;/strong&gt;. You seek out &lt;strong&gt;security through partnership&lt;/strong&gt;. You tend to &lt;strong&gt;hold on to partnerships&lt;/strong&gt;, and you place &lt;strong&gt;basic security needs over emotional or spiritual needs&lt;/strong&gt;. As a result, others may see you as a rock, or they can easily get frustrated that you overlook the nuances of the relationship, depending on the audience.&lt;br /&gt;Your tastes are &lt;strong&gt;well-developed&lt;/strong&gt;, and you &lt;strong&gt;prefer&lt;/strong&gt; to surround yourself with things that &lt;strong&gt;feel luxurious&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;, yet &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt;. Your taste in home decor reflects your own love nature! &lt;strong&gt;Satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt; to you, and your&lt;strong&gt; lover's physical presence&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;demanded&lt;/strong&gt;. Unless Venus is strongly aspected to Neptune, for example, you are &lt;strong&gt;very much concerned with all that is physical&lt;/strong&gt;, often completely ignoring the spiritual needs of your partner and relationship. You are &lt;strong&gt;persevering &lt;/strong&gt;and you are &lt;strong&gt;not afraid to wait&lt;/strong&gt; if you know you are likely to get your prize! Changes make you unsettled, and you &lt;strong&gt;react to any sudden&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;changes in the course of your relationship by digging in your heels&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Relate to a Partner with Venus in Leo&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;em&gt;Your partner senses your steadfastness and staying power, admiring your strength and conviction. Both of you value &lt;strong&gt;loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;, and both of you are &lt;strong&gt;very capable of giving it to one another&lt;/strong&gt;. Your partner can be &lt;strong&gt;somewhat flirtatious &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;playful&lt;/strong&gt;, and you might &lt;strong&gt;misinterpret this behavior as disloyalty&lt;/strong&gt;. You are inclined to be &lt;strong&gt;somewhat possessive&lt;/strong&gt;, but you must understand that your partner is &lt;strong&gt;actually quite loyal&lt;/strong&gt;. He or she simply &lt;strong&gt;enjoys attention&lt;/strong&gt;.  Leo and Taurus are both fixed signs, which means each of you tends to &lt;strong&gt;hold on to your relationships&lt;/strong&gt;. This can mean that your relationship will last longer than many, although longevity does not always mean the going is easy! This can be a &lt;strong&gt;sexually magnetic combination&lt;/strong&gt;, with the only &lt;strong&gt;potential problem&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;bedroom&lt;/strong&gt; stemming from your &lt;strong&gt;stubborn natures&lt;/strong&gt;. Both of you look for &lt;strong&gt;security in your relationships&lt;/strong&gt;, and your partner senses that you will give him or her just that. In partnerships in which money is shared, &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you spend money will frequently be an issue&lt;/strong&gt;. Your partner might be an impulsive spender, riding on emotional drama ("I absolutely need to buy this"). The melodrama is not limited only to romance, but with money as well! Although you appreciate the finer things in life, just like your partner does, &lt;strong&gt;you put more thought into purchases&lt;/strong&gt;. You have much to offer each other, and &lt;strong&gt;mutual respect is likely&lt;/strong&gt;, with the only serious potential problem a &lt;strong&gt;clash of wills&lt;/strong&gt;, as both of you are strong individuals! &lt;strong&gt;Sensuality&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;commitment&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;pleasure&lt;/strong&gt; are accentuated in your relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had nothing better to do. :/ Time to print stuff for FP 2.1 now. Danggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3049331501878952976?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3049331501878952976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3049331501878952976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3049331501878952976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3049331501878952976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-your-venus-is-in-taurus-your-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6268128548306465427</id><published>2009-07-01T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:05:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ and great music, plus cool makcik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, if you stopped to think about it, MJ sang alot of Great Songs and yes, he truly was the King Of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't afraid to sing so called, "taboo" topics and that says a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;He was and always had been a wonderful singer/dancer from young till the end.&lt;br /&gt;As a child, my favourite was &lt;em&gt;Heal the World&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My current MJ favourite is &lt;em&gt;Beat It&lt;/em&gt;, thanks to GHWT.&lt;br /&gt;And his early end sparked off a frantic rush of online searching and clicking to start compiling the great music that he did.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I reflect, I can't quite say I have any favourites since, DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE ALL WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the wonderful music, I think that Danish's mum is way cool for a makcik.&lt;br /&gt;She always comes and disturbs Danish when we're on the phone together OR videocalling.&lt;br /&gt;She's so darn cute for a makcik. :D&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. I compulsively speak in Malay to her regardless. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANISH. YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL MUM. TAKE CARE OF HER . :D&lt;br /&gt;OR I SHALL BULLY YOU. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And nowwwwwwwwwww. I have to study for MAYC test tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;NUMBER SENSE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6268128548306465427?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6268128548306465427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6268128548306465427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6268128548306465427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6268128548306465427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-and-great-music-plus-cool-makcik.html' title='MJ and great music, plus cool makcik!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8986400731804466044</id><published>2009-06-16T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:31:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intermittent ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't bother reading if you cant stand small typings and block text make your head spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bullshit. That's all that comes to mind. The intermittent ramblings of an indecisive heart. When you think of something negative, it's bound to happen. Hello holidays. I'm thankful for these two weeks. I don't have to face the world except for selected days. Whatever that happened, I blame it entirely on myself and my selfish reasons. Blame me, not the world. Damn. Now how am I supposed to focus on other stuff like FM which lands me on this Thursday 9.15am at cheers. Oh well. Screw me over once more. It's never rainbows and butterflies. I used to believe it was compromise but look where that got me and how everything turned out. Sure, we look fine on the outside. But who knows the inner turmoil better then you do? A bout of good England landed me. But I have no mood for poetic prose and shit. When the world brings you down to your knees, all you want to do is curl up and cry it all out. But what happens when you can't and you're expected to put up a strong front and act normal because everyone thinks that way? I sure feel.. Empty like a goddamn puppet where you just play with the strings to make me move a certain way or those ventriloquist dummies where they just get a hand up their empty shell of a doll and people move their mouths for them. I am fully aware that I might not be making sense but my jumbled thoughts are disallowing me to arrange myself in a coherent and comprehensible manner of typing so I'm throwing away the rules of writing a proper reflection or whatever that consists of an introduction, body and conclusion. Like I said, intermittent ramblings of the mind. Let me erase the hurt and pain and hopefully, I'll go back to being that shadow of a faker that people see most of the time anyway. Or I'll just bury myself in books and the song 'Your Call' by Secondhand Serenade. Besides the fact that I've been reading a good but depressing book and that I was actually feeling emo during SCT and nobody really noticed anything. See, I went out after he told me the news to go and collect my thoughts. I felt like I was about to cry anyway. But I didn't. I kept it bottled and came back looking fine and went back to being my bookworm self in primary and secondary school. It's as if I've gone back in time and instead of a school uniform, I'm in jeans and whatever, reading to mask my true feelings. I feel like shit anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8986400731804466044?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8986400731804466044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8986400731804466044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8986400731804466044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8986400731804466044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/intermittent-ramblings.html' title='intermittent ramblings'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-9103871825730065048</id><published>2009-06-11T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:29:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-shameless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in a pretty good mood this morning until I saw something &lt;strong&gt;VERY. DISTURBING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SPOILED my good mood. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had walked from my house to the mrt station and went up the escalator to the trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND MYGOODNESS! Right as I get off, I turn to the left and see this WOMAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adjusting her bra like, sticking her hands up under her shirt from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's like flashing people as she does this. Don't know if she realised but &lt;strong&gt;DUUUDE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHAMELESS MUCH? URGH. D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piss me off early noon. TSK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent the MRT trip reading my &lt;em&gt;Mammoth Book of Vampire Romance&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HEES. :D I fall in love with vampires more and more like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH EDWARD CULLEN. WHERE ARE YOU? HEHE. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting incident at cheers involving Rommy and her EC. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAYC was interesting as usual, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juju and Joyce were saying how Sha's dude and my dude looked alike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never really noticed. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their similarities would be the fact that they are both mixed ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Vanessa asked where I found my dude. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DLE was. errr. fun. PK bumped and sort of tripped over the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he was being PK-y as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took a couple of pictures with the lovelies. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bused home with Seetha and Shila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the book on the MRT trip home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND I FINALLY COMPLETED ITBD! WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOORAY FOR . idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm looking forward to tomorrow. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm off to print and celebrate with a quick round of Sims 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`ps. &lt;strong&gt;JOEL GAN. STOP MIA-ING AND COME FIND ME ONE OF THESE DAYS. D:&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-9103871825730065048?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9103871825730065048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=9103871825730065048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/9103871825730065048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/9103871825730065048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/shameless.html' title='-shameless'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8077498029196075524</id><published>2009-06-10T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:07:11.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-psycho girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was channel surfing, chanced upon HSM 2 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised, that Vanessa Ann Hudgens er.. Forgot her movie name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's actually those possessive girlfriend type that doesn't let her dude work towards the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zac Efron's all "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm working towards that scholarship thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VAH's all,"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're acting like you're getting it now! Missing movies, blowing off dates, that's not YOU.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-_-" &lt;strong&gt;BITCHYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt;. Like &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;! Let your dude get a good education and marry you when he's got a good job. TSK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suchhha BLEEEP . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. According to Sankalp, my blog's full of laments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah, I guess that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH. SPEAKING OF WHICH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week, I saw this dude who looked like &lt;strong&gt;Ikuta Toma&lt;/strong&gt;. ! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE NOSE, THE HAIR, THE BUILD. SKINNY TALL PERSON. WOOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NAKATSU HAIR. DANGGG. I GOT HIGH. HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Dan smsed me suddenly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;potong steam&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. No, just kidding. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to ITBD assignment. Took a short break just to put this up. HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Did you ever blame the world but never blame you?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8077498029196075524?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8077498029196075524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8077498029196075524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8077498029196075524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8077498029196075524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/psycho-girlfriend.html' title='-psycho girlfriend'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4914252663894437675</id><published>2009-06-04T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:02:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMS 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIMS 3, I'M SO GOING TO GET IT.&lt;/strong&gt; After Danish ends his common test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll drag him to Popular or something to get it. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides SIMS 3 pushing me on, &lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAYS IN A WEEK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 assignments will be done by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAYC, FP and ITBD. Of which MAYC I haven't started. AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ITBD, vaguely I know what to do. But lazyness consumes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FP, just left one more writeup. HEHE. :D :D :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like wearing a dress today but there's no point. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress up for whatttt? BILLY JOEL. &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I adore my fat, manje cat, Night. HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RECAPPPPPPP. 2 anecs by tomorrow, send evaluation to mentor by Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAYC on Tuesday, ITBD on Monday, FP on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I be bored now . :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't wanna go to school.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4914252663894437675?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4914252663894437675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4914252663894437675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4914252663894437675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4914252663894437675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/sims-3.html' title='SIMS 3'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4955428828133906702</id><published>2009-06-01T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:55:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I FEEL SHAGGED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knocked out the moment I got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dozed for like an hour before waking up and realising I still needed to print DLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Task List for This Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AW MEL - print out notes and write out summary by TUESDAY 12AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`               - get the webbie to reference and pass to Rommy by TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FP A&amp;amp; C  - find song/rhyme to start/end lesson, collect &amp;amp; paste leaves/beans on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ITBD       - Make notes/highlight Principles 3 &amp;amp; 4 by FRIDAY MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`               - type out &amp;amp; print 2 anecdotals observation of one child during routine care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;misc         - be a gundu and help out around the house, MAYC assignment by SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently, that's what I have to do, I might've forgotten some things but. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. I don't really have the mood to blog. Feel like sleeping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4955428828133906702?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4955428828133906702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4955428828133906702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4955428828133906702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4955428828133906702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/shagged.html' title='-shagged'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1013595863348170360</id><published>2009-05-18T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:20:22.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-KNACKERED OUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL SO SHAGGED/ KNACKERED OUT/ TIRED TO THE MAX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So annoying how &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; auto register you and say,'&lt;em&gt;OH. CONFIRMED YOU'LL BE PRE-K TEACHER SO YOU MUST COME ON SATURDAY TALKS&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like DUDE. I want to be a &lt;strong&gt;PSYCHOLOGIST&lt;/strong&gt;. TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kurengs. Annoying. AST was . Different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FM was wasted by eating cookies and &lt;em&gt;getting high on godknowswhat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ITBD, was falling asleep at the table. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DANG. Lighter note, I printed my stuff out for lesson plan on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I have to cut out, get plain paper and glue. :D  &lt;strong&gt;YAYYYY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had dinner with Danish at LJS in Bedok. I swear he's a monster when it comes to food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He smells, REALLLLLY GOOD. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heck, well, I know I like the way he smells. &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CK dunnowhatthing. Haiz. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He keeps forgetting to spray it on MY jacket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wells.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I LOVE MY DEARS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to stressed and shaggy-ied school hours for heavenknowswhatreasons&lt;/em&gt;. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1013595863348170360?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1013595863348170360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1013595863348170360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1013595863348170360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1013595863348170360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/knackered-out.html' title='-KNACKERED OUT.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5232181315442200298</id><published>2009-05-16T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:29:37.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-OMG, ANECS!</title><content type='html'>I JUST FINISHED ONE DANG LESSON PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn accomplished. (:&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wait what she says tonight, start on my 2 anecdotals soon.&lt;br /&gt;And when she gives the OK-go, start on my other 2 Art and Craft Lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;Then start thinking about Music and Movement.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning Teapot for that but see how . :/&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Joseph came to NP yesterday. DANG YOU JOEL.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look better EVERY TIME I SEE YOU. Tsk. -_-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Dengki pe. xD&lt;br /&gt;Moving onnnnn.  They met up with Sam as well.&lt;br /&gt;Joel said bye to the darlings after they walked away because he was pretending not to see me.&lt;br /&gt;DODOL LAAA. Haha. Such a duude.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL TIRED FROM RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me downstairs can ? D:&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo. Errrm.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dan at the library.&lt;br /&gt;The guys all clicked. -__-&lt;br /&gt;I swear I felt a little outcasted. Tsk. Dudes and their talks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Good that they clicked though.&lt;br /&gt;Dan is a must bring next time . (:&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5232181315442200298?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5232181315442200298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5232181315442200298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5232181315442200298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5232181315442200298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-anecs.html' title='-OMG, ANECS!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4349723901187227342</id><published>2009-05-07T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:35:47.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and Danish Pastry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's late but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoyed my pre-birthday celebration with the darlings. ♥ :D :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the card and present. :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to cousins for the gorgeous gifts and birthday wishes. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to the classmates for the cute gifts and birthday wishes. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to Danish Pastry for the bear and birthday wish.  ♥  (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On to more recent things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhhh. I don't quite like the centre I'm attached to this time but oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can't choose. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm also apparently the secretary in Toastmasters too. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS BALA, FOR FORGETTING TO TELL THE OTHERS TO TELL ME AND FORGET THAT I WAS CHOSEN FOR IT .&lt;/strong&gt; Tskkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danish Pastry got a fever tonight. After forcing him to eat a little, we went home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do hope he gets better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He should go home, shower, do SOME work, then sleep early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But degil lah . Frustrating to no end. Keep saying no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's how I usually am anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, HELLO WORKLOAD. I dispise you. D:&lt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Danish, get well soon. ♥&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4349723901187227342?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4349723901187227342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4349723901187227342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4349723901187227342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4349723901187227342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-and-danish-pastry.html' title='Birthday and Danish Pastry'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4285586579396160732</id><published>2009-04-24T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:48:32.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of parents and baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, I'm random but cute. &gt;.&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks ah. Thanks. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my mum. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's so understanding about stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She understands what I'm going through, so why can't you? :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what to say to you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought you pretty much understood it all, but I guess not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PHILIP KOH. haha. The only Male lecturer we have so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's.. funny, his tutorial isn't boring. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH OH OH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. I thought he was gay too at first, when I saw his ear piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT HE HAS A CHILD. So TETTTT. Fail. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mira's supposed to teach me how to bake. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna know how to bake too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I can like bake something for peoples' birthdays. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like, when I buy them stuff, it's very superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baked stuffs seem more, homely and sincere. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wells. I envy Rommy and Nabelle for their baking skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teaching me how to bake too? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4285586579396160732?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4285586579396160732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4285586579396160732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4285586579396160732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4285586579396160732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-parents-and-baking.html' title='-of parents and baking'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7505364595281588777</id><published>2009-04-22T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:39:07.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-definitely, maybe</title><content type='html'>DEFINITELY, MAYBE IS ♥ !&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;To those who know, BAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SHHH. xD&lt;br /&gt;I SHARE SWEETS . HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I like sweet things and MOCHI OMG MOCHI.!&lt;br /&gt;I manged to find the nice one the other time. YAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Left one box . TSKKK.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and angry for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shagged after school nowwww. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nevermindddd.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE DEARS OF BO2 AND OF COURSE PRIS AND JOEL . xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7505364595281588777?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7505364595281588777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7505364595281588777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7505364595281588777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7505364595281588777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/definitely-maybe.html' title='-definitely, maybe'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5866226623778683930</id><published>2009-04-21T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:37:57.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ipod moments</title><content type='html'>HAHA. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.&lt;br /&gt;I like that word. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I want more ipod sharing moments and lunching. xD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;MEREPEK. Horkay. Forget that.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YEAR 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5866226623778683930?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5866226623778683930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5866226623778683930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5866226623778683930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5866226623778683930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-moments.html' title='-ipod moments'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-751943803328371669</id><published>2009-04-18T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:37:17.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of gatherings and sleepy time</title><content type='html'>AMUNDSEN, YOU WERE MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone looks great!&lt;br /&gt;More pretty, more handsome . :D&lt;br /&gt;But then again, for obs, we were all clad in shorts and tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently next gathering is on 3rd May.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday weyh! Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. THE CAT JUST CHEWED ON THE PLUSHIE PRIS GAVE ME FOR VDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Damn cat. It's going to be smelly nowww. NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I shall say this again, I WANT A CHINESE BOYFRIENDDD!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Come, come. Fill in the form, please! xD&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;Side note, school is starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I want to sleep late more often. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH. TERLARI.&lt;br /&gt;The gathering, went to Mind Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, played Jenga and some random game.&lt;br /&gt;Kok Wee and Vincci had to do forfeits. :D&lt;br /&gt;And really duuuuuude. I'm amazed that 4 of us are in NP .&lt;br /&gt;-____- NEVER SEE YOU ALL .TSKKK.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I fell into 'silent mode' after a while.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Terrible luh. I had other stuff to say, but I forgot. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;OH. JOEL GAN *INSERT YOUR CHINESE NAME HERE*!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MISSED . TSK.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he doesn't forget Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend. TSKKK.  Kurengs.&lt;br /&gt;HORKAY. I'm off to sleep nowwww.~~~&lt;br /&gt;*I don't think I look that different from OBS do I ? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-751943803328371669?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/751943803328371669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=751943803328371669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/751943803328371669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/751943803328371669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-gatherings-and-sleepy-time.html' title='-of gatherings and sleepy time'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6818091678202642221</id><published>2009-03-17T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:24:06.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-oh sadded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL. i think hes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fcking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. HECK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR SUCH THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a lighter note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;SAYANGGGGGGGGGGG &lt;/strong&gt;my guitar hero set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it ROCKED my socks off! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big THANK YOU to my parents who got it for me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a THANK YOU to Bjorn for the song overload in my com.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who needs guys when you have GHWT ? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andddddd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so dating Joel on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who needs guys when you have a male best friend?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYANG YOU JOEL GAN ! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYANG YOU FEEQA DEAR! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers to the business! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixellates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.pixellates.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check it out when you have the time, yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;signing off for some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6818091678202642221?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6818091678202642221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6818091678202642221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6818091678202642221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6818091678202642221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-sadded.html' title='-oh sadded'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2483173641642714540</id><published>2009-02-27T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:17:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-airport speculations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, my family had dinner outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Changi Airport,T3, Secret Recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next time I want to go shopping, just shop there at T3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after a wonderful dinner and dessert, went to Candy Empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent so long in there looking and browsing stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then as my parents and I were walking up a floor to the carpark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked,"What does &lt;strong&gt;SIASU&lt;/strong&gt; stand for? or is it &lt;em&gt;Siasu&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad goes on to explain what it is etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow led to how Singapore Airlines got its name and abbreviation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIA. Used to be Singapore International Airlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently Malaysian Airways wasn't too happy, asked SIA to change the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then my mum said,"EH. Skali they wanted us to change it to Singapore Airlines!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-insert blank face here-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She then went on to say,"You know, &lt;strong&gt;SIAL&lt;/strong&gt; ? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SI&lt;/em&gt;ngapore&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;ir&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;ines&lt;/strong&gt;? Hahahahahahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we all had a good laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And end post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2483173641642714540?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2483173641642714540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2483173641642714540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2483173641642714540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2483173641642714540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/airport-speculations.html' title='-airport speculations'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4501122672389519203</id><published>2009-02-10T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:36:07.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of rambunctious nephews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ABSOLUTELY ADORE MY NEPHEWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUCH RAMBUNCTIOUS CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that &lt;em&gt;Evolusi KL Drift&lt;/em&gt; is a bit.. ERRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much to update actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm... Going out on Thursday with CYJ celebrate her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday going out with Pris celebrate Valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feb means alot of money go out the window. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many birthdays and occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH WELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing left to update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4501122672389519203?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4501122672389519203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4501122672389519203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4501122672389519203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4501122672389519203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-rambunctious-nephews.html' title='-of rambunctious nephews'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8858016210656371863</id><published>2009-02-01T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:06:45.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-yeah, i so work at DP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a great day today, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I had this wonderful dream where I'm celebrating my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Family; parents, sister, cousins, aunts/uncles around.&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unknown boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However I try, I &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; remember the face.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Can't even remember the details anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If I do remember, maybe it'd be in a &lt;em&gt;Deja Vu moment&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;After going shop and save and random chores around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway Parade to get shorts .&lt;br /&gt;As usual, when going with my mum, tend to go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;Went to other shops.&lt;br /&gt;Namely, Dorothy Perkins.&lt;br /&gt;The staff there wears all black and I happened to wear all black.&lt;br /&gt;Then some woman came up to me saying,"&lt;em&gt;Can you get this for me in size 8?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I told her,"&lt;em&gt;Sorry. I don't work here.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She looked very paiseh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But come on. I was wearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slippers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;At least now I can safely say, &lt;strong&gt;I Look Like I Work At Dorothy Perkins&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8858016210656371863?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8858016210656371863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8858016210656371863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8858016210656371863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8858016210656371863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-i-so-work-at-dp.html' title='-yeah, i so work at DP'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-1045187041563868725</id><published>2009-01-25T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:07:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of CNY eve and sleepovers</title><content type='html'>Slept over at cousin's house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly went to sleep at 2 plus am.&lt;br /&gt;But Sya and I couldn't sleep and we ended up talking until 4am.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. No surprise why we woke up late. :D&lt;br /&gt;Had that tossing thing. I don't know what it's called so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel left out at those things.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because I'm the youngest and everyone else can joke with the adults.&lt;br /&gt;Different wavelengths. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. That's the summary of yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ifahchan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-1045187041563868725?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1045187041563868725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=1045187041563868725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1045187041563868725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/1045187041563868725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-cny-eve-and-sleepovers.html' title='-of CNY eve and sleepovers'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8532363112201338231</id><published>2009-01-20T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:36:27.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-update</title><content type='html'>Rommy's been asking me to update.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by Taka yesterday to get styrofoam ball.&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH. I felt so jakun there.&lt;br /&gt;Art Friend is a nice shop. CYJ helped me thank JW for the information.&lt;br /&gt;And Yeah. Okay. Thats It. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Obsession with Honeydew . Chey Chey.&lt;br /&gt;End of Story. Rommy! NO STORY. AT ALL. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I need to.. do stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8532363112201338231?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8532363112201338231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8532363112201338231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8532363112201338231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8532363112201338231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='-update'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-784322298087009506</id><published>2009-01-18T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:52:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-stay my baby</title><content type='html'>I got a hair cut. :3 &lt;div&gt;cut fringe shorter and trimmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been happy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STB results weren't disappointing either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chionged most assignments. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't returned CYJ's book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And see this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me your comments on what it looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292306543608109602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SXIMwvY8miI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tN9N0PrnzV4/s200/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-784322298087009506?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/784322298087009506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=784322298087009506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/784322298087009506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/784322298087009506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-my-baby.html' title='-stay my baby'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SXIMwvY8miI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tN9N0PrnzV4/s72-c/Image055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7327694627830823568</id><published>2008-12-26T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:21:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDWARD CULLEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be watching Twilight again tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh.. Technically today. Nevermind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I will feel very &lt;em&gt;third wheel&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BECAUSE OF &lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh. Who cares. Make that girl happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I smell of barbecued something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoke. &lt;strong&gt;WHATTTT THE. HECK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think cyj's brother, K.B. has a very MAN body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's only 14 and he looks like he has the body of an 18 year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he wasn't related to her and if he really was 18, I'd date him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT LOL. NEVERMIND. Random ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to try Dango. WHERE TO FIND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think, &lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;, the role played by Robert Pattinson would make the &lt;strong&gt;Perfect Boyfriend EVER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I shall stop here and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or I can't wake up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ifahchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7327694627830823568?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7327694627830823568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7327694627830823568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7327694627830823568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7327694627830823568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/edward-cullen.html' title='EDWARD CULLEN'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-56411790505152456</id><published>2008-12-05T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:39:33.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-saddedd</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banana boy don't like meee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay .Sadded. Joellll.&lt;br /&gt;Come eat mochi with me.&lt;br /&gt;Or I buy Ben and Jerry's , we share the big tub.&lt;br /&gt;I need ice cream and a shoulder to cry on. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense only eh?&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. I still want my ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I see no reason to go jogging unless CYJ want to cycle alongside me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &gt;.&lt; Okay. Random. But yeah. HOW'S YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT JOEL? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-56411790505152456?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/56411790505152456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=56411790505152456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/56411790505152456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/56411790505152456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/saddedd.html' title='-saddedd'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-8378428332996928835</id><published>2008-12-03T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:14:44.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-i really hate this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't be F-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick of arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick of you indirectly blaming me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if you say you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read between the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if you don't read them yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't see why sh- happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't see why sh- happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*bottle up my anger and throw it out to sea. if only it was that easy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-8378428332996928835?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8378428332996928835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=8378428332996928835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8378428332996928835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/8378428332996928835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-hate-this.html' title='-i really hate this'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-2096954406882517275</id><published>2008-11-29T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:58:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went shopping today. And I didn't know I went up a size until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;.&gt; Shocking. I thought I was staying small. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought sunglasses, camwhored with my dad's one too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKcPAIdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9_n2crmH6Uw/s1600-h/Picture+0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093575028613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKcPAIdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9_n2crmH6Uw/s200/Picture+0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKGD_LrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6bFTdUoshj0/s1600-h/Picture+0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093569076833970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKGD_LrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6bFTdUoshj0/s200/Picture+0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKCERt6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dJN8lgho8a8/s1600-h/Picture+0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093568004306850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKCERt6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dJN8lgho8a8/s200/Picture+0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYJ0SF4sI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9OLU17pbZ80/s1600-h/Picture+0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093564304155330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYJ0SF4sI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9OLU17pbZ80/s200/Picture+0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYJlDFSoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PhB_IQO4HjE/s1600-h/Picture+0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274093560214669954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYJlDFSoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PhB_IQO4HjE/s200/Picture+0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-2096954406882517275?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2096954406882517275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=2096954406882517275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2096954406882517275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/2096954406882517275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping.html' title='-shopping'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/STFYKcPAIdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9_n2crmH6Uw/s72-c/Picture+0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7521895553015933256</id><published>2008-11-26T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:41:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;loving someone who can never love you back&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Directly quoted from some random woman in CR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, its saddd. The person's right there but like off limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Invisible barrier. LOL. Talking about drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a nice dream. I want more nice dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should sleep upside down more often&lt;/strong&gt; . LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreams I get during naps obviously wont come true anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. If only lah eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONT ASK . SYED MUHAMMAD NOH. DONT ASK ME WHAT DREAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall not answer you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know why? I forgot already. I just know it was a nice one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NICE ONE ! Wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. Random crapping. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7521895553015933256?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7521895553015933256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7521895553015933256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7521895553015933256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7521895553015933256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/loving-someone-who-can-never-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6776901025234370585</id><published>2008-11-24T17:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:15:49.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the sad truth ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romaine ah! Stop writing on my arm! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was all pink from her PINK PEN. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote his name, her own name, Banana and drew leaves.&lt;br /&gt;I was all hyper until I saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not mention; too lazy and too.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Small matter and I know what jealously feels like anyway so it's a small matter.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not make fun of the shy teddy getting jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it hurts. But I just never got jealous in a long while until recently.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I get it, but I'll forget it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing myself, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't know why, but I do a lot of drawing/sketching when I'm over emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's today's sketch of a sad girl, crying. I know it's not very good but who cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You tell me. The first picture isn't as clear as the second..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272195382113392002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSqZxElS1YI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8VNNnQg9Nek/s200/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272195372377393666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSqZwgUDSgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3DR_TkMvw58/s200/Picture+0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;HERE COMES THE RUSH OF UNFINISHED ASSIGNMENTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm trying to distract myself. Great.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be depressed on the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT BE DEPRESSED on the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;But for now, yes, I am. Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6776901025234370585?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6776901025234370585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6776901025234370585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6776901025234370585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6776901025234370585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-truth.html' title='-the sad truth ):'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSqZxElS1YI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8VNNnQg9Nek/s72-c/Photo-0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3679837394687814912</id><published>2008-11-23T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:30:10.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture speaks a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloJR-4lSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1D0skc0pZ6g/s1600-h/DSC09761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859347469145378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloJR-4lSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1D0skc0pZ6g/s200/DSC09761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloJO031lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ru5pPPbouSc/s1600-h/DSC09754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859346621847122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloJO031lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ru5pPPbouSc/s200/DSC09754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloIuedxPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xTRPeO5KYmc/s1600-h/DSC09716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859337937929458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloIuedxPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xTRPeO5KYmc/s200/DSC09716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloIp_ZfqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jDAyvwcV-sA/s1600-h/DSC09764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859336733884066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloIp_ZfqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jDAyvwcV-sA/s200/DSC09764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloIDP3cUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TE_03s5eWvM/s1600-h/DSC09717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859326333972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloIDP3cUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TE_03s5eWvM/s200/DSC09717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSlnbKGzZUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aGUE0ifDkac/s1600-h/DSC09718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271858555080893762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSlnbKGzZUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aGUE0ifDkac/s200/DSC09718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was in purely random order. Really. Selected few pictures I decided to put up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall insert my dad's wrapped present when I'm done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a day with Joel plus wonderful people = bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss those Best Friend days. Must go out more often la Joel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;raping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Denise your guitar every night. Hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. Continue decorating dad's wrapping paper. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3679837394687814912?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3679837394687814912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3679837394687814912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3679837394687814912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3679837394687814912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='a picture speaks a thousand words'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SSloJR-4lSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1D0skc0pZ6g/s72-c/DSC09761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7942740781548332712</id><published>2008-11-21T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:56:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazyness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lazy to update my blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So another day or when Romaine says,"EH. WHY NEVER UPDATE YOUR BLOG?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will say I got my dad's present - just have to collect it before the 26th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. My eyes are hurting from lack of moisture. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See yous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7942740781548332712?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7942740781548332712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7942740781548332712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7942740781548332712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7942740781548332712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazyness.html' title='lazyness.'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7976827982863398217</id><published>2008-11-18T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:59:19.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-saiyuki craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was always so crazy over Gensoumaden Saiyuki when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, my email has saiyuki in it. HAHA. Nice. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I was browsing crunchyroll as usual, THEN I SAW.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GENSOUMADEN SAIYUKI!!! They called it 'Saiyuki' but I couldn't watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT AVAIABLE IN YOUR REGION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WL. So pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But nevermind. I went on a FIND SONG rampage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tried to find all the GS songs I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far I have Tightrope, Still Time + Still Time(piano version), For Real, Open Up Your Mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. That's it. I still need to find Alone. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Saiyuki Craze is back! HEEHEEHEEHEE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Minus-ing that, I was chatting with &lt;strong&gt;Rommy the Sammy&lt;/strong&gt;(curtesy of Dino's nickname for her) about NHW and her fantasy of U. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rommy, YOUR DREAM VERY SWEET LAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's also a bit *&lt;em&gt;insert-emoticon-raising-eyebrows-up-and-down-quickly&lt;/em&gt;* HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She likes to tease me about NHW with that same emoticon. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. What lah Romaine. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But actually, I also don't know why I can fall for a person like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eventho he does fit my ideal guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But But But. No okay. Just as friend. If I was single then it'd be a different story, BUT I'M NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha. Okay, BullShit-ting already. Stop over thinking it like Joel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a lighter~ note, SMN coming back tomorrow! I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. He went M'sia with his class. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall not go hug-less from him from tomorrow. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss going out with him. I love him so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE SORTED OUT MY THOUGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's the kind of guy who'll try everything to make me smile when I'm down. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, it was because of his understanding and support, was I able to PROPERLY move on with my life and take my ex-boyfriend as a stepping stone to growing up. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SMN, Daisuki! (: Te Quiero! (: Je' taime! (: Ti Amo! (: I Love You! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7976827982863398217?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7976827982863398217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7976827982863398217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7976827982863398217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7976827982863398217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/saiyuki-craze.html' title='-saiyuki craze'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6292858520333056474</id><published>2008-11-16T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:17:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sushi and old faces</title><content type='html'>My mum's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Mum,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Mum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday dear mother,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to Mum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad woke me up at 10 plus am for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't find any yellow roses for my mum; &lt;em&gt;her favourite flower&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;I gave my mother her present; pearl bracelet at 12.30am ! :D&lt;br /&gt;So today we had dinner at Sakura international buffet at DownTown East.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my primary school classmate, Shamin there.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he didn't recognise me so I just looked away. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he did, and so did his mum.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I asked him if he went to Sakura, just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started chatting for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;He says I haven't changed. -.-" &lt;strong&gt;WHYYYY&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I think my face stays the same, but hair is of course different.&lt;br /&gt;He also looks quite the same. Hair is fairly the same too. :D&lt;br /&gt;I saw him eating quite alot. D:&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat so much seh. I got full quite quickly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he also tried to tegur me.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was about to smile and wave when I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. My reply,&lt;em&gt;'Sorry lah. Girls more shy okay? HAHA&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didn't know. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says next time &lt;strong&gt;SURELY&lt;/strong&gt; tegur. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Fine next time.&lt;br /&gt;See him when I see him then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND NHW! Stop nonsensing and scarring me for life with horrible mental images!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha. I like NHW's dog, Teddy. It LOOKS LIKE A TOY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN. Happy Birthday Mother Dear! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6292858520333056474?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6292858520333056474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6292858520333056474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6292858520333056474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6292858520333056474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/sushi-and-old-faces.html' title='-sushi and old faces'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-672283701817443606</id><published>2008-11-15T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:55:11.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINO LOOKALIKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Toastmasters meeting wasn't as boring as i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;But tiring to wait like 5 hours in school.&lt;br /&gt;SMN came to keep me company after his friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet lah he. (: Then we kacau-ed HW who was having a fever as he did his ppt slides.&lt;br /&gt;SMN got bored and decided to sms people. He sms Amalina you know.&lt;br /&gt;-.-" Nothing better to do . Then he called Khalid.&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched ep 1 of cartoon Kat-Tun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And HW gave us some random links of videos that made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then after having a quick bite, went to meet Pris and SMN went home.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Karen all who were having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy, Shi Jie, i shall call him S.J. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE NINO YOU KNOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I was ecstatic when I got grouped with him and Clarice for some random game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dodgeball in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;We couldn't scream&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Nino crazy thanks to S.J. Haha. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then because my group won, we had to do the table topics.&lt;br /&gt;And of all things, I got this question, "&lt;em&gt;would you rather wear underwear or go without&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;WTH la. Hahaha. But just had an impromptu mini speech about it.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Shirin put a horrible mental image in my headd. &lt;strong&gt;I am scarred for life&lt;/strong&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I went after S.J. He got "&lt;em&gt;would you rather date an old woman or a young woman&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Then after the meeting ended, bus-ed it home with Pris.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the bus journey wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Kacau-ed Pris all the way home. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, did all the necessary stuff and then on laptop.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I SEE THAT HW WHO HAD/HAS A FEVER ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;He never thinks to go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He then told me I was right, he almost fainted while out for running.&lt;br /&gt;GONG LA HE. Make people worry. I thought that he &lt;strong&gt;FAINTED&lt;/strong&gt; not &lt;em&gt;almost fainted&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He took pride in telling me the story. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Just layan. But his story took the sleepiness and tiredness away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah HW.&lt;br /&gt;SMN called me to say goodnight and I told him to say 'Hi' to Mdm Shikin today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if he remembered. Nevermind. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then after much wasting of time online,(I was also chatting with Romaine telling her about STM meeting), went off at around 1.30 plus plus am.&lt;br /&gt;HW still maple-ing. Lazy to wait for him finish anyway so I bid him goodnight when he went to maple.&lt;br /&gt;Then came morning, which is now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast of lontong, &lt;em&gt;I don't really like it much but heck. Just eat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then watched some tv and NOW blogged. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this updated enough for you Romaine ? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;See you! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-672283701817443606?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/672283701817443606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=672283701817443606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/672283701817443606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/672283701817443606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/nino-lookalike.html' title='NINO LOOKALIKE!'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6244288414474426452</id><published>2008-11-12T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired feet and annoying ah bengs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Orchard for lunch and book buying with the lovely people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then went off to Vivo to meet Feeqa, Khairi and Bik Jan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched 'The Coffin' BUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This large group of ah bengs who thinks its soooo cool to laugh at all the scary parts and touching parts, and the random I-don't-think-its-pg-rated parts, annoyed the heck out of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously lah. Don't spoil the movie for the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If they weren't there, it would've been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After movie, shopped a bit more for random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Bik Baidh came along and blanje-d us at Olive and Figs for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had Figo Black Pepper Steak. Not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then shopped for clothes at TopShop sale riiiiight at the back of the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then browsed at Forever 21, then my dad picked us up and sent us home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I'm tired. Too tired to elaborate. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and i still haven't sorted out my thoughts. -.-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6244288414474426452?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6244288414474426452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6244288414474426452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6244288414474426452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6244288414474426452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired-feet-and-annoying-ah-bengs.html' title='tired feet and annoying ah bengs'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-905974167206637026</id><published>2008-11-11T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:34:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-routinely mundane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, sometimes I do wish I was single.&lt;br /&gt;And so does Syed Muhammad Noh. We were talking about it the other day.&lt;br /&gt;The initial sparks are gone and we've fallen into this......&lt;br /&gt;ROUTINE, and mundanity. Same old cycle every time.&lt;br /&gt;And I think poly guys have corrupted my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see cute guys on the MRT everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I go,'OMG . CUTE !' on the inside and Syed Muhammad Noh's so far away.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;We're already 2 years plus plus. And I find myself thinking,&lt;br /&gt;'I'm better off being single. I don't spend time with him anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But do I really want to go jeopardize what we have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I wish I could stop thinking about the little things and focus on assignments.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't force this repeated thought coming forward fortnightly.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me &lt;strong&gt;depressed&lt;/strong&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't know already. I know it's a smallll problem but there's no straightforward answer.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, take the o level period for example.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't contact each other until the last few papers.&lt;br /&gt;And when he started studying, he didn't have time for me either.&lt;br /&gt;But I still had laughs and smiles thanks to the babes of 1b02.&lt;br /&gt;So it's times like that, all the 'what if's' start coming forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I never met him?&lt;br /&gt;What if we had remained friends?&lt;br /&gt;What if I never fell for him?&lt;br /&gt;What if we never fell in love?&lt;br /&gt;What if we never got together?&lt;br /&gt;What if i didn't meet/get together with &lt;strong&gt;THAT GUY&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place, he started this chain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ish. Best friend of friend. So complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the answer right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say I'm not bored with what we have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;That's what's so depressing. ):&lt;br /&gt;I feel torn, in this case, split.&lt;br /&gt;In other words , Banana Split.&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/19052337-905974167206637026?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/905974167206637026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=905974167206637026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/905974167206637026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/905974167206637026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/routinely-mundane.html' title='-routinely mundane'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7201118846507433263</id><published>2008-11-08T10:36:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:12:50.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of sun, sand and laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Dino's camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT-DvU9LdI/AAAAAAAAADg/b264GztxgZo/s1600-h/DSC09440.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266113204500377042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT-DvU9LdI/AAAAAAAAADg/b264GztxgZo/s200/DSC09440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At some random shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266113329678203890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT-LBprO_I/AAAAAAAAADo/tkCs_z-d_C0/s200/DSC09441.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I don't know what they were trying to do. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266113607732517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT-bNe_WSI/AAAAAAAAADw/ALR7AUW__3s/s200/DSC09457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Nice smiles. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114378991222370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT_IGpZPmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/t5mj5Pl9R2M/s200/DSC09475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This Dino ah. Keep spying on guys! Hahaha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114813281974066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT_hYgYNzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/02m9E_ccIqE/s200/DSC09483.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I feel like this picture was taken at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266115510587111778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRUAJ-K4OWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/28t5iTtXFEI/s200/DSC09492.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hoho. Our heads form a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266115930989834162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRUAicSsr7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aTl6ATJU3Cw/s200/DSC09504.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I was telling Dino, my shadow looked like a monkey's jumping/swinging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266116412152762114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRUA-cw4TwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lakwlcFaEtk/s200/DSC09508.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Still looking at guys ah Dino! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266116967998563266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRUBezc2I8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/KDscBE8pM0M/s200/DSC09539.JPG" border="0" /&gt; One of the few shots before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266117190111892322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRUBru4yk2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/-4J4zaAtgHQ/s200/DSC09540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Annnnd. DINO! haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Nadia's camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT7wVnLM2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/co-tXD7ydOE/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110672156701538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT7wVnLM2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/co-tXD7ydOE/s200/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Random shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110333869688450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT7cpZRBoI/AAAAAAAAACw/LbX3MEUkjd0/s200/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Random shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111102629442162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT8JZP38nI/AAAAAAAAADA/PowarVe_WxY/s200/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Look at Romaine's and Nadia's faces. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111453550353970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT8d0h8HjI/AAAAAAAAADI/LPgBoIDWOBI/s200/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This picture so cute. :D Haha. Look at Dino squeezing onto that green thingy and Nabelle pedaling her forward. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266111841802877922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT80a4je-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/TVbIR_4DmCA/s200/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what Romaine was doing to my cardigan. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266117684640125538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRUCIhJgkmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/na9G3wcECPw/s200/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can just imagine Nabelle as the queen and we all bow down to her. Hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY. now I need to go vacuum. I'M GOING HEI SHUSHI LATER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7201118846507433263?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7201118846507433263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7201118846507433263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7201118846507433263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7201118846507433263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-sun-sand-and-laughter.html' title='-of sun, sand and laughter'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SRT-DvU9LdI/AAAAAAAAADg/b264GztxgZo/s72-c/DSC09440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-7977258455002515949</id><published>2008-11-07T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:55:25.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the highs of today. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOAHHH. Today , IGOTVERYHIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol. I spoke that fast intro-ing the group for GISP today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But forgetting that. I saw that guitarist guy again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He took 184. Haha. And ALI BABA SAID HI TO ME! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. My face turned red lah sehhh . &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and Romaine can disturb me some more. haha. What seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol. So I was quite high after that. Hoho. ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met Em-Dee Noh after school today. He has a fever. Aww. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he met up with me anyway cause he missed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so bad. D: Ate OCK and lepaked with him at the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched OEPS boys on the swing and running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joel called me pedophilic cause I was watching them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like wth . Just watch, it's not like i'm getting excited or whatever watching them righttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wahlauu. Hahaha. But I know he was kidding la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is mummy after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After lepaking, go home and stone. Read book. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then had dinner. I had mee hong kong! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I chatted with Em-Dee Noh, Joel and Hong Wei after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then along came Romaine, Nabelle and Nadia later in the night. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thenn at the same time, Hong Wei and I were talking about Chuckie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Errr. Don't know how the convo led to Chuckie but yeah. It did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was asking,'what if chuckie fell into the hands of your children at the centre?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like, omg. !RUN AWAY. make the children scream and cry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He replied, no need la. just call me. then like superhero i come save the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I said,'LOL. like I can even call you. I don't have your number. Must bring laptop then go look for you online.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To which he took it for a hint that I was asking for his number, so he gave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like blishing !! OMG. Haha. Told Romaine but she had to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So awww. D: I shall tell her to read my blog later. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, that really made me so high. Until cannot sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See? it's one am plus already. If I manage to sleep, I'll wake up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. Okay Okay. I love Syed Muhammad Noh . :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't give you up for anything alright? Don't be jealous of Hong Wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's my boyfriend? SMN, not HW. So SMN, don't be jealous okay? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-7977258455002515949?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7977258455002515949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=7977258455002515949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7977258455002515949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/7977258455002515949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/highs-of-today-3.html' title='-the highs of today. :3'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6439254910531968894</id><published>2008-11-04T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:39:30.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-the reason behind the number 46</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE REASON BEHIND THE NUMBER 46.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. Its double of the number 23 ! CURSEEEEE. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall tell Pris I have the 23 curse tmr if I see her. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romaine was asking why i keep saying 46. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shu also say okayy? The IT helpdesk block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its related to someone I have a crush on la okay Romaine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. That's why I said it had nothing to do with us. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She might burst out laughing or bombarding me with 'whos, whats, whens' . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I went for attachment. Had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met up with class people at cheers. Crapped outside again. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the class laaaa. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rockin' bunch of women. ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH NO. Isteri Untuk Suamiku is starting. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going back to the pattern of watching Malay dramas for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH YEAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that guy knows I have a crush on him, he might get pig-headed about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why can't let him knoww. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aper saje ehhh . &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH NABILAH. How was your DOENUT? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND SIALLAH. That guy can like say he's in love with another woman in front of his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BODOH BETOL. Ish. I swear. Poor woman who can't have children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resort to surrogate mother then the husband fall's in love with the surrogate mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His love for me is like the raindrops outside. It can stop anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAH. Cheesy lines from the drama. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. Go watch drama. ^^. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Happy. (:&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/19052337-6439254910531968894?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6439254910531968894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6439254910531968894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6439254910531968894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6439254910531968894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/reason-behind-number-46.html' title='-the reason behind the number 46'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-6166890174581103182</id><published>2008-11-03T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:03:06.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of boyfriends and parents</title><content type='html'>Pangseh king. So annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I didn't fail madrasah exam.&lt;br /&gt;Or the quiz for LAECY. Aiyah. Heck care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed. Printer's almost out of ink and there's stuff to print.&lt;br /&gt;And OMG. I'm just feeling .. like I want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;The issue about poly students paying more for bus fare/mrt fare.&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT YOU KNOW. Go away if you want to be unfair.&lt;br /&gt;It's making my wallet go empty since I have to TRAVEL SO FAR AWAY to school.&lt;br /&gt;Ish. You know what?&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND. I shall go let off steam by playing Santa Cubes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be F*cked to read up for Child Dev tmr.&lt;br /&gt;-Banana peeled her last peel. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-6166890174581103182?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6166890174581103182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=6166890174581103182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6166890174581103182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/6166890174581103182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-boyfriends-and-parents.html' title='-of boyfriends and parents'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-3561739542853735205</id><published>2008-11-02T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:46:16.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-of weddings and a shameless man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first time actually HELPING out at a Malay wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The job was pretty simple. Give out berkats and occasionally clear table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But very tiring and HOTTTT. But it rained today so it's okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, it wasn't bad. Very first experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got paid $10. Hmm.. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mira's blanje-ing me at Hei Sushi on the 15th as thanks for me helping out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love that woman. Haha. Not because she's taking me to eat sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's one of the people I run to when I have a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Romaine. Next time I bring Romaine out to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha. But must be at PASIR RIS TAU. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat at Hei Sushi with me . :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of everything, we went up to her auntie's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the food to bring home(tapau) and my 'pay'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of her cousin's flirted with me. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he wasn't at all cute. And he's 23 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shameless. Try to flirt with a 17 year old girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tsk Tsk. I didn't know what to say. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so ....EEEEEEEEEEE can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking, my taste in guys are the skinny, look chinese type(maybe tall too). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet my own boyfriend doesn't look like a chinese nor is he that skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he is tall. :D But I feel so short next to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. What can I say? I'm just abnormal. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pris would be overjoyed hearing me say I'm abnormal. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I remember to bring a chopstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to show Romaine how to tie/pin up hair with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. Now I have to study for Monday's Language Arts quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lazyy... But have to. See yous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-3561739542853735205?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3561739542853735205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=3561739542853735205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3561739542853735205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/3561739542853735205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-weddings-and-shameless-man.html' title='-of weddings and a shameless man'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-5427861673144255131</id><published>2008-11-01T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:55:19.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc3sFK7ChpE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc3sFK7ChpE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. thats the Lemon Tree video naruto sasuke animation.&lt;br /&gt;its so cute i tell you. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-5427861673144255131?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5427861673144255131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=5427861673144255131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5427861673144255131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/5427861673144255131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html' title='-randomness'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19052337.post-4838778590479498641</id><published>2008-11-01T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:30:02.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-lemon tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SQtOM0ZDB-I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8NTrFdZg2o/s1600-h/lemon+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263386571641653218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SQtOM0ZDB-I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8NTrFdZg2o/s320/lemon+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lemon Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sitting here in the boring room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just another rainy sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But nothing ever happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm driving around in my car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to change my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But nothing ever happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm turning my head up and down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sitting here, I miss the power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to go out taking a shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there's a heavy cloud inside my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so tired, Put myself into bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While nothing ever happens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isolation....... is not good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isolation....... I don't want to -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sit on the lemon-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby anyhow i'll get another toy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everything will happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm turning my head, up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wonder, wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that I can see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all that I can see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all that I can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is just a yellow lemon-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19052337-4838778590479498641?l=curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4838778590479498641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19052337&amp;postID=4838778590479498641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4838778590479498641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19052337/posts/default/4838778590479498641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curiousitykilled-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/lemon-tree.html' title='-lemon tree'/><author><name>ifahchan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06817106511705611771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V8i1rZuqV4/SQtOM0ZDB-I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y8NTrFdZg2o/s72-c/lemon+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
