<?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-15667827</id><updated>2011-07-17T01:10:09.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:. SepTiC TaNk : my crap.:</title><subtitle type='html'>"Like the old song says, you'd better shop around. There are indeed, many fishes in the sea. So practice a policy of catch-&amp;-release untill you hook the exact right one, you'll know when you see it"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-3873473008490911127</id><published>2008-09-25T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:47:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been some time since i wrote something here. Things have been the same since i came back from the Taipei / Hong Kong trip. Work, work and more work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My sis has already found a job. I think her job is more interesting that what i do everyday. Compare to what my sis is doing, at times i feel like giving up on what I am doing. At times i feel like there is just too much excitement and at times i think, i hate the job. I hate it when my section head gives me a hard time. How the hell would i know how to do it when your're the one that taught me in the first place how to perform my task. And then come back and bite me when i highlighted the item. WTF man, can you like be consistent. Dont shoot that kind of nasty email. I can also shoot one back at you and CC the whole world on how my section head is so damn farking stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, here i am slocking on my work laptop to complete what was being tasked to me. Something that was not in my portfolio, thrown at me to solve the issue. Sigh....boring la...always take back over problematic issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a dreadful feeling that on fuzzy's birthday i will have to come back to work due to conversion of the FXD products mainly currency option. Sigh, why must it be me? raya....its raya. Aih... but the girl is coming back to work to complete her BAU already what. Why cant she just do the small portion? its not tht hard anyway. Havent even buy Fuzzy's present. Have no idea some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my cousin's wedding was.... a chinese wedding. Same like bert's wedding. Loud, noisy and trashy karoake session. drunk groom adds to the highlight of the evening. As i am close to bert, i was invited. Unfortunately S and CK was not. And...guess who i saw at the wedding...wahahhahah...no prizes for being correct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Euphoria was good. i think i can do it every weekend. So, Ameba....when is the next one? CK is having alot of this and i'm having so little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;till next post. ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-3873473008490911127?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3873473008490911127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3873473008490911127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3873473008490911127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3873473008490911127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-9181199523335588446</id><published>2008-07-29T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:52:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Time flies when we are having fun. Body ache and pain is just a momentary setback that is always at the back of my mind. My feet hurts, my pocket has a big big hole in it, and i  had so much fun this two months. Now is back to reality, datelines and demanding expectations. Oh how boring !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-9181199523335588446?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9181199523335588446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=9181199523335588446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/9181199523335588446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/9181199523335588446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-7439482154383011103</id><published>2008-07-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:23:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye</title><content type='html'>flying off in few days time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-7439482154383011103?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7439482154383011103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=7439482154383011103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7439482154383011103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7439482154383011103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-7365495527142927817</id><published>2008-06-23T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:40:30.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quite some time since i last posted some stuff here. What has happened to me lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just climb mount kk. Will share about it another time&lt;br /&gt;- islands in sabah is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;- production issue which causes me to clock so much OT that i'm not entitled for OT claim cause i'm not under union.&lt;br /&gt;- lost my beautiful handphone w880i. WTF&lt;br /&gt;- green belt is on hold due to production issue and my black belter is chasing me down on it.&lt;br /&gt;- going to HK and Taiwan next month. Pls no earthquake ya.&lt;br /&gt;- food prices is soaring high, so is the price of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-7365495527142927817?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7365495527142927817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=7365495527142927817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7365495527142927817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7365495527142927817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-8252626715491703540</id><published>2008-04-15T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:49:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Work have been crap this past few weeks. It feels like i dread going to work daily because of the mounting pressure i feel after noon. Each day i race to finish my BAU and its not the same repetitive kind of symptom that presisted in the stupid work that i do. There is 1001 ways in finding the variables on how come it existed and i have somehow seems like exhausted my little brain. How can i think out of the box when i have no more idea on how to think out of the little bloody black box. Sigh, maybe its the preconceived idea that i had before i started doing that work because everyone have been harping its damn tough. bla bla bla... i'm influenced, i'm not doing things positively. The cream of the topping comes in the form of doing a six sigma project on this BAU. Oh FRACK me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ameba have booked tickets to KK. Come June, i will climb to the highest molehill :). A not so good thing to add was when i was in mamak with cK, and a passing remarks screwed up my holiday plans. "Oooo..that train looks familiar...its the train you have to take for white water rafting!" The bloody train which normally ferries passangers to the white water rafting place fell into the river. Looks like i have a high chance of not going for white water rafting after all. I doubt they can fix the railroad in 2 months. Take the boat u say? i have no idea how are they planning to continue this road trip. I pray there would be no rainfall to make the trail slippery. That is so not a time to have slippery trail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am trying to loose weight. But i have damn alot of cravings and its those unhealthy food. Fast food, buffet, fried chicken, briyani with mutton curry and the little mind in me will scream if i stuff myself silly with whatever i thought of that would be a scrumptious delight. My metabolism rate is not as it was in high school and college life. I am trying to increase my metabolism rate. It is still at a crawling pace. I had japanese buffet last weekend, and it ended up being a diarrhoea trip to the toilet frequently. What a good way to loose weight. Just after a buffet spread, i frequent the toilet like i was having a buffet. Yes, i sound sick for wanting to be sick. Why cant everyone be stick thin and still have all the necessary assets to make a woman curvy and all that shit. Its a damn fucked up controversial world. At time people say i look better the way i am now, but my chums will say i am fat and i should do something about it.  I am not a freaking stick insect now am I? I'm too vain to grow fat? you're too vain to date a fat chick? Muahah...on the downside you need to put on alot more weight if you want to appear in that teenybooper's magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Self centered, self absorbed, selfish. Not much difference between those three words. Human's are generally selfish creatures right? we want something that we can't have, we are not happy with what we currently have and when you somehow got a hold of it, alot of people might criticise its a wrong wrong move. Now, what happen when both parties are selfish? When both cannot have what they wanted and yet they hold onto to it? does that makes it still wrong? I thought it takes two to tango. Two to make a mistake, but of course it would be better if it all started later. Later when we are bit more matured, later when its not called self centered anymore. Later when we are two individual human beings and not tied down to some commitment. Just a little patience, it wont be much longer when she have to let it go. We should go have breakfast this coming saturday morning at this dimsum place and bitch about everything under the sun. We deserve this, as we work our ass off damn hard 5 days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Right, got to go. Work just came in. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-8252626715491703540?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8252626715491703540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=8252626715491703540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/8252626715491703540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/8252626715491703540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/drowning.html' title='drowning...'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-3552805535830280156</id><published>2008-03-13T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:30:30.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get your act right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats up with the post of the MB and its deputy? Why of all people the opposition coalition dont understand about unity at the time like this but is going about with a protest which cause the rakyat to feel uneasy. Making the rakyat question on whether what they did last Saturday was correct. The coalition should pull their stupid act together and sing the bloody same tune. Do not forget for once that if you are divided, you wont be able to form the state government. At a time like this the coalition should come to equilibrium, yes a malay is needed to be an MB on grounds like officiating mosque and so forth but the opposition can compromise to elect two DMB and to be fair we should give it to one chinese and an indian. Thus all races are truly represented by the opposition. What a brilliant idea i came up with. Imagine if they do so, it will give the rulling party a run for their money. At least the rakyat knows they are truly represented by the opposition coalition and might want to reinstate them in the next general election. Infightings will not get you anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-3552805535830280156?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3552805535830280156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3552805535830280156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3552805535830280156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3552805535830280156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-your-act-right.html' title='get your act right'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-7374113066365898851</id><published>2008-03-12T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:51:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elections and rumours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Election have come and gone. It was my first time voting and it made me feel like some "jakun" at the procedures. I've heard horror stories that although what you vote it is suppose to be a secret, it was noted that prior to this 12th general elections, our ballot papers were tag to our name. Thankfully for the bersih rally(which i didnt know about untill i read it online), it was duly noted by this writer that &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they didnt tag our ballot papers to our name. And it was quite interesting to see the "see through" ballot boxes with those orange and yellow papers. Btw, what a waste of RM2mio for those indellible ink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I suppose the message was loud and clear looking at the outcome of the election. Thus we have given the opposition a chance because when push come to shove, the rakyat had enough of the shit that was served to us. All the media was singing praises of the government, suddenly the PM decides to announce thaipusam as a public holiday to win the votes of the indian, the union workers in the bank got their pay rise in more than 2 years of arrears etc etc. But the young voters who have access to the internet, got a real taste of freedom of speech from numerous sites. All that little titbit the govn shove to the rakyat faces just before the election didnt deter them. I still dont know whether i have made the right choice in my vote. But i do know, each time i see how the state rulled by the govn waste the taxpayers money by putting up more ornamantel street lamps, i get outraged by it. What a waste of money. Why can't they use it on more useful necessities. Why need horses in a small town when looking after it is much more expensive than a car? Thus i realise that we do need the opposition to voice out this kind of displeasure that we the people feel. Yes, lets give the opposition a chance this coming 5 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a shock to learn that zakaria is dead. Rumours have it that he committed suicide thus the reason why his sons and daughters pleaded for forgiveness from whoever. I'm not surprise either that it was reported he died of a heart attack. Tsk tsk..politics is not for the faint heart or you'll die of a coronary attack when one realise that all the kickbacks they receive will be gone over night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also heard that KJ won after the 5 bags of postal ballot was taken into account as the first round of counting he lost by a slim margin of only 16 votes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll leave this entry with a excerpt that i got from this article here &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/79523"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/79523&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"They (voters) have no choice. If you don't vote BN, who do you vote for? There are only two candidates. So you vote for the opposition or you don't vote at all. Either way, the BN was going to lose a lot of support."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tun Dr Mahathir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been a fan of the moon movement but i suppose majority share the same sentiment that we must vote for a change and deny the govn a 2/3 majority. Thus the reason why my dad refused to go to the voting hall as he knows he should deny the rulling government majority and its also not his principal to vote on a pro moon movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/79523"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-7374113066365898851?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7374113066365898851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=7374113066365898851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7374113066365898851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7374113066365898851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections-and-rumours.html' title='elections and rumours'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-7901064220207738703</id><published>2008-03-05T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:14:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Frack!</title><content type='html'>ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-7901064220207738703?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7901064220207738703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=7901064220207738703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7901064220207738703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7901064220207738703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-frack.html' title='Oh Frack!'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-6750033181018161758</id><published>2008-02-27T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:25:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>election fever + v'day gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 12th general election is coming up soon and it will be my first time exercising my rights. I'm not sure i feel elated with the fact that the polling station is just located behind my house or due to the fact that politics in this country is a tad in a sad sorry state. The education system has made us into a pro-government voters. I admit that i have always, when i was younger thought that the current government is what the people support. As i grew older, i realised that not everything the government do is right and therefore i realised now why there are opposition supporter around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being in this country if you are an opposition supporter there is only so much party you can support. Its a three way triangle or maybe the occasional box (independent party include). Either you will support the moon movement which is so pro islam that i'm afraid they will make the minority races follow their ways. Or you support team rocket which is not that bad i suppose(crap, i have no idea what is the rocket manifesto) or there is the other side where their main propoganda when they established themselves to just oppose the government for throwing the beloved man into ISA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, this world is not perfect but then again when one read alot of criticism that is being thrown at the government, i wonder why they have not justify their actions. How come they do not come clean in announcing or denouncing what the oppositions slander/rumour/truth. Take for example the party leader SV, he's been an ancient icon for umpteenth years. Didnt want to give up his seat or let his reign go. Why in the world is he so reluctant? i think its about time he retire (he is old anyway). rumour has it that he was/is a gangster (shut up you idiot, or you'll get a hitman that'll give you a headshot like that guy in JB). On the other hand i applaud that the government had established the fact that there is no more exam fees imposed and free text books for students across the nation(no, if you can afford private education, what another few hundreds make a difference in your text books), i am glad that when the issue of the beautiful bridge that were about to be built from johor was stopped, i'm glad that ..uh...crap, is there more?(i have short term memory loss ok,  and no, it does not make me ungrateful you critics). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i'm not really satisfied that the party that is involved in my area is just between the moon team and the current government.  Why cant we have the rocket or the independent party instead. I still haven't made up my mind on which party i want to vote this coming March. choices choices choices (not like i have a million of them right). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a side note, S had conned CK to a so called "free dinner" and little did CK realised, it was a ceramah cum dinner held by the rocket team in my town on V'day :P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;            -------------------------------------x----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, i have the best V'day gift in my entire life. wahahahahah. It was what i wanted, but of course i told fuzzy chocolates will do for valentines. When i think about it now, it still made me smile. No, its not a fancy dinner. No, i didnt get 10 bouquest of roses. No, not a diamond ring as i already have one. No, not a marriage proposal either (of course not lah...all the guys have to compete with the billboard proposal guy). I have a Coach wristlet :) . hahahaha, where are the pictures? didnt transfer it out leh. so i cant post the pictures here :) poor fuzzy must be broke, but hey i did him a favour so i told him no need to get me a present for my b'day which is coming up next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-6750033181018161758?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6750033181018161758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=6750033181018161758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/6750033181018161758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/6750033181018161758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/election-fever-vday-gift.html' title='election fever + v&apos;day gift'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-3634014636021145614</id><published>2008-02-14T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:17:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy v day everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy new year everyone. Its Valentines day today and its also still one of the 15 days of the chinese new year. i'm not having anything special today cuz its a working day and i dont feel like rushing for anything today. Have decided to have something special during the weekends instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah anyway, no inspiration today. till another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-3634014636021145614?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3634014636021145614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3634014636021145614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3634014636021145614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3634014636021145614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day-everyone.html' title='happy v day everyone'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-4212467620681138034</id><published>2008-01-18T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:23:51.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whats new with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i have a new hp. Yes, i know its about time i change it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-New yr celebration was unexpected. Met up with alot of ppl. Came home at 4.30, went to bed with a wet hair and 2 hour before i was to leave the state i only started packing my one week worth of clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i went to PG for one week. eat and gorge and played cheap paintball. Bad consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i have new goals to achieve this coming year in my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-another SG trip coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i got a christmas present sent through post. Aww...damn sweet right? its sitting on my desk right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i cant seems to find my thumb drive. Its bloody 1gig and i lost it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-invested in some facial products. Yes, its a set back but i think it will make it up to its price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-lost on some dinky capital investment scheme to that hog CK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Yes, for a moment i forgot your b'day but then i still remember its 3rd of Feb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i have no idea where u dissapear on this earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-smoke on the water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-bryan going to Aussie, Aaron is managing the branch in Aussie, my cousin is back in NZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i have to go to the market tomorrow to run alot alot of errands. What? you think i run charity services ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-I want the Birkin bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-I got a green dinosaur as my mouse cursor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Jogoya was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-I miss someone, but then again i'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Go to hell with you and your baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Happy New Year(crap, too late d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;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/15667827-4212467620681138034?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4212467620681138034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4212467620681138034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4212467620681138034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4212467620681138034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-new.html' title='whats new?'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-3452977308473553512</id><published>2007-12-21T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:46:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG..I saw Guy 4 while i was walking out for lunch the other day during lunch hour. Just stop awhile for the obligatory hie and bye, i'm going out for lunch and gtg. Ahahha, world is damn small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone is back from Houstan (hope i got the place right), someone is on holiday whereby he can wake up late and not think of going to work, laze the whole day and drink coffee from the nearby cafe. I envy those of you who is on holiday.  Fuzzy is in Mid valley...how can :( here i am working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant wait to look fwd to today. Work finishes early on friday as it is family bonding day :) what nonsense. Not once i leave early. But its still nice to have that kind of option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm exercising like crazy, but i think its not very effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, Christmas luncheon in church is this coming Sunday. Will have to go church on saturday to clean up first. Monday I will have to pay homage to that protozoa and his plan to conquer the night scene but i still will be working on Monday. Damnit! No mood man...plus time flies real fast. Christmas is in 4 days, new year in 10 days and i will be in penang in 12 days :O Whoo hoo!!!!! I really cant wait :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to harvery norman the other day. Lazy boy was going for 4k, Fuzzy adores them and when i try it out i realise that its tht comfortable and yes, its worth every 4k of it although when one is drunk with oblivion it will induce vomitting :P So dont try rocking it when one is drunk, motion is never a good catalyst when one is drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright...what was my achievement this year 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Did my internship and was offered a job but turned it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Got a job at the industry and place that i wanted. Thank God for that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Cutover of a successful project although it was just a phase with many more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Turn down an offer that was so irresistable within the same company due to reasons which i can conjure up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Didnt have a proper holiday today, all the trips that i have to alor star, perlis, ipoh, taiping and singapore was for work purposes. But still, i get to be on the move :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Got another offer to do another project with another department &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Got more purchasing power ..woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Relationship is still going on strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend gave birth to a baby boy already. Name ah? Like that protozoa's name. But of course protozoa name is spelled in hokkien but they pimp it up to spell it out in mandarin. So yes, its like protozoa's email only. English name? aiseh....poser sial the name...and no, i'm not pimping it out at this place. How did i came about to all this info when i'm no longer close to her? i heard from fuzzy as her hubby hangs out with my bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;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/15667827-3452977308473553512?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3452977308473553512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3452977308473553512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3452977308473553512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3452977308473553512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-2662184349700228362</id><published>2007-12-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:29:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a roll..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been ages since i had the time to come online on sunday to post something up here. I suppose i'm here to take the opportunity to answer a close friend of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To close or not to close? its sounds so easy to some but its the hardest decision one have to take when faced with it. I suppose its a personal choice at the end of the day. On whether its a place of just ranting frustration or a place where its not just about her but everything in your life. I have come to that decision before. I had a place..more like a shrine thats devout to someone. I wanted to abandon it but fuzzy advice me to just leave it there/not delete that part of me and look back at it some time later and then read back the post. Yes, it do hurt but then again the hurt and pain is not as aggravating like how it did last time. Its more like a long forgotten place but its still out there somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its nice that you've finally found someone interesting to talk to. I suppose it doesnt hurt to have more friends but do guard yourself and not let it leach on you and hurt yourself more after February arrives (i'll cross my fingers and hope for the best). Btw, timberland warehouse sales was a great dissapointment. What a waste of my petrol and toll money...my sleeping time and whatever opportunity cost i lost! Yes, you did not miss anything great there...you should have convinced your ehem "friend" to go to the factory itself. muahahhaha (evil laugh insert pls). Siapa makan babi terasa pedasnya! (wtf did tht come from)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, lets review my shopping list .. one pair of jeans, one pair of khakis, 2 matching lingerie,2 shorts, one pair of heels, 2 decent length skirts. Yes, i noted that my skirt's length is indecent or maybe i'm getting abit fat thus it has not much cloth left to cloth my big bum. I was commenting to fuzzy about the weight gain and depressingly asking for a size up on of the pants i tried... sigh, its weird...if it fits my thigh perfectly its too tight to buckle.. if it just nice on my hip .. its too baggy at my thigh. Fuzzy commented saying you should go purchase pants thats made to fit latino woman (WTF!!!!!!!!!) this is depressing news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That idiot of mine is going on a 2 weeks detox program... crap, how can he go on tht stuff...it taste bad.. (i love chocolates)... your suppose to eat that for lunch and dinner.. (i love KFC) and no processed food...( i love ice creams)... eat vege and fruits besides the drink (i love Mcdonald's french fries)...ahh...i have to emulate you right? (NOOooooo.........thats evil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the day whereby there is a match against the 4 big giants in the english football league. Arsenal, chelsea, liv and man u. Yes, what am i doing at home blogging about it instead of watching it? Because the bf went out with his buddies...claiming that i will be bored. Yes, time to make him pay for neglecting me on a sunday night! yes, i want that Coach bag...not the small itsy bitsy size you dumb ass...the bigger one..(points to the one on the top shelf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright...best to stop here..another time when inspiration struck me again, and i shall write my thoughts :) christmas is coming soon ppl... plus its the year end mega sale.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-2662184349700228362?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2662184349700228362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=2662184349700228362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2662184349700228362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2662184349700228362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-roll.html' title='on a roll..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-4944859417510344823</id><published>2007-12-14T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:43:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mix, mingle and match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, yesterday was somewhat an eye opening experience. Something i didnt think i would do but because both my friends insist to check it out, i tag along. Its best to go since i gave my word i will rather than those two blacklist my name for every other event they can think off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The place was simple, clean and surprisingly weird for a restaurant/bar that smoking is prohibited inside but can be done at the adjoining cordoned off balcony. We went there surprisingly late because we were told to be there at 7.30 and still there were so little people at 8.15pm. We had dinner using their "entensive" menu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kick off to the event started with a game. I was given a piece of paper to write what is my favourite holiday destination and a flower i want to be. Guys got a different set of question btw. Ahh..i'm sure you guys know how this game works. The whole idea is to get to talk and ask questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, 3 of us felt out of place because it seems like we were one of the youngest. I'm just there because i got dragged and S was just there for dinner thus ck was the one thats there to meet someone interesting. I hope he did, there were few eye candy (either i'm blind or there really is). He had good conversation with some of them i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus, who did i meet? hahaha...a few guys. Hey, i'm not dressed to kill or drop dead georgeous ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy 1 is the person who got my question and answer. Graduate highschool class of 93, quite a good looking indian chap from where i stay mind you. Highlight of the conversion "so, which year you graduated fr highschool?" I replied and looking at his expression he got a shocked of his freaking life. hahha....had a good laugh on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy 2 was the person that i'm supposed to find and i only got him towards the end of the night. Its a straight forward guess because unless you know those characters in the drama "heroes" and a very unambitious car "golf gti", he's a very simple minded and down to earth guy. We had good conversation but i think he's not so interesting. As i was about to leave the place because it was 11.30pm on a weekday and we have to work the next day, he was quite surprised because of my abrupt exit. Left him on the couch with his mouth hanging open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy 3 was some 31 year old guy, is seeing someone but needed to come to one of this events to get his sanity. One cocky bastard which cant seems to stop asking me why am i there and am i seeing anyone, is S the person i'm seeing because we seems so close like we're a couple. This guy just dont believe my answers when i told him i'm here because my friends drag me, yes i'm seeing someone and happily dating him, no...S is not the person i'm seeing. He seems to have a bloody annoying gap, giving me tips that at my age i should see a few more guys like 3-4 before i settle down/get married, should try to give the live in couple concept a good try. Highlight of the evening with him was as i was about to leave the place he went like can we have a slow dance? i gave him a damn smart answer "i have two left foot and i dont tend to embarassed myself in front of a crowd" . Yes, i also learned that i should have just agreed with him so that he dont bore me down with more annoying questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy 4 is a malay guy in his late twenties or early thirties. He's abit annoying because he goes on about wanting my number. He found our later from guy 3 that i was working in the same industry as him and that caught me. He has a very interesting job as a forex dealer. I wanted to work in that kind of line but I'm not sure i'm cut out for that kind of job because of all the risk involved. I'm risk adversed you see. I went on saying he's getting a high paying job. He agreed he get big bonuses. Too bad i was already on my way down the stairs. He passed me his number on my way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, that was the end of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My highlight of the night...is that I'm getting a bottle of perfume that i wanted at 50% off the shelf price. No, not expired products i suppose (cross my fingers), and no...its a christmas gift to myself. Seems like i'm pampering myself so much this days, bought myself a pair of levi's jeans, lingerie splurged that totalled to a few hundreds. I wanted to buy a new handphone after the bad incident where i sat on my pervious phone and caused the colour LCD to crack and render it unusable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes you one cell protozoa, thats your blog i'm referring to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-4944859417510344823?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4944859417510344823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4944859417510344823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4944859417510344823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4944859417510344823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/mix-mingle-and-match.html' title='mix, mingle and match'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-2896058323408649105</id><published>2007-12-12T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:09:39.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a wonderful dinner last monday with my friends at a japanese restaurant. S brought up an advert that caught his eyes where The Attic was doing some promotion (meet,mingle and match). Booking must come in group of 3 and above. It's always the 3 of us hanging out thus to him its like a que that we have got to go and check that place out. S say he needs to hone his skill or he'll loose touch. Ck mentioned that he wants to have some networking. Me, i'm petrified doing this kind of stuff. I'm not exactly single but was told off by the two of them i'm not exactly married. And they went on telling they only have me left to complete the 3rd place. After much persuasion, i made a deal with them. I'll check the place out with them, If both of them ditch me to follow a girl home, I'm driving either one of their car back and no arguments on that. S book for 3 of us, and tomorrow is the event. Its dressed to kill, now i wonder what should i wear as I'm heading there straight after work?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-2896058323408649105?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2896058323408649105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=2896058323408649105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2896058323408649105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2896058323408649105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/anticipation.html' title='anticipation'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-4540234688210661078</id><published>2007-12-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:14:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>wow...denied into reading someone's blog !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-4540234688210661078?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4540234688210661078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4540234688210661078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4540234688210661078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4540234688210661078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-3758063267221153157</id><published>2007-11-22T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:04:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight gain and whatnots</title><content type='html'>Ah, getting damn lazy to update this blog. Anyway, time really flies. The project cut over has been over and done. Teething problem crops up again and again. Interface failure is a damn big blow for our department because we rely heavily on this for reporting. I'm taken off the department I was doing the project as i told my boss, i want something thats not related to that for the time being(cut over and project ended already mah). Yup, got something easier and it was what i was doing last time before handing it over to someone else as i was roped in to do the project. Process improvement for another unrelated department. Plus, i was told i will be back up for the next phase of the project..sigh. No escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,I might be going down to Singapore. On a different note, its business cum leisure. There to attend a company dinner. might be able to meet up with lots of ppl i had contact with during the training in johor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put on weight. Yes.. its bloody visible. Ppl laugh at how I look. Yuck, disgusting. I'm exercising.. Sigh, cutting down on food nowdays just won't help as I am having a sedentary lifestyle. Thus, i'm forced to exercise. Ah, on another note i actually have more boobs when i tried on my bikini cuz of the weight gain. damn happy! but then again, i must loose weight. I can still remember how my friend laugh at my weight gain.. sigh. lose lose situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright...best to stop here. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-3758063267221153157?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3758063267221153157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3758063267221153157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3758063267221153157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3758063267221153157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/weight-gain-and-whatnots.html' title='weight gain and whatnots'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-3537656728796632601</id><published>2007-11-05T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:42:40.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random notes</title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting for my reports. Its getting boring chasing IT for the reports everyday. Sigh, its after cut-over and i still finish work late. Depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company will be having their annual dinner this coming saturday. Theme is traditional and I bought a sexy halter neck Qipao / cheongsam or whatever you may call it. Ah,come this Saturday you can see the fat girl in that and yes, I may brainwash my friends to come pick me up so that we can go strutt around town and paint it red! Crap, how come my Cheongsam dont have a high slit one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in dire need of a holiday off somewhere..anywhere away from work. I heard Krabi Island is a good spot.Imagine not having raya holiday when everyone was away from the department and I have to slock for the good of the rest of them...wht sense is this. Walking down from central market during raya was also an eye opener. There were so many foreigners mingling about the area, that it makes me feel i'm in indonesia, nepal, bangladesh..take your pick.I want the compensated HOLIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i read this article, it makes my heart do a flip flop. That was one of the sweetest proposal http://www.minishorts.net/2007/10/27/twenty-seven/#more-949&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming month, I have seen alot more invites to a wedding than any other month combined. My heart did a double take when fuzzy informs me that his older brother is getting married. Yeah, it sounds crazy to me because he is a year older than fuzzy. Thus making it a grand age of 26. I saw Jeff last night, and he asked me the oddest question " Is it hard to write a divorce letter?" that nearly send me into a cardiac arrest. My retort was " it involves legality when you want to get a divorce. Not as simple as sending her a letter" Oh my, i forgotten to add the part where she gets half of everything you own!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I have tried the donuts at J.CO &amp; coffee. Its nice especially when one eats it fresh. I think Fuzzy bought me all the famous ones, Al Caponne , Coco Loco bla bla.. yup, thats how I put on weight apart from the sedentary life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya i know, i should go join the gym or something.. I will i suppose. Its a matter of getting off the couch/bed/office chair and lay off those donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my tuition teachers. Some of the best time i had in life was highschool. We would play beat the clock after schooling hours, rushing home and then rushing like mad on the bicycle halfway across town for tuition. I have friends who is still in their uniform at 7pm when school finishes at 1.20pm. I can always recall Mr Prasad's joke on add maths "why you all bother to come to tuition when all you guys do is memperbaiki tulisan?" etc.. he was really inspirational. Thats how i got my A1. I hated maths, what more add maths. I suppose, the only time i really pay attention was during the revision classes he conducted. He scare the hell out of me how little I understood add maths. And that was when i started doing revision paper homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends during high school times...enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-3537656728796632601?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3537656728796632601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3537656728796632601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3537656728796632601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3537656728796632601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-notes.html' title='random notes'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-2902436280421795552</id><published>2007-10-11T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:16:12.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B2B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/shermanme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an avid social clubber in Singapore. Too bad I don't live there! I miss you guys...&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The stuff that we do were hilarious.. hope work send me down to Singapore more often after this project ends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-2902436280421795552?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2902436280421795552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=2902436280421795552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2902436280421795552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2902436280421795552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/b2b.html' title='B2B'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-347208138425887438</id><published>2007-10-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:09:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/grad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/grad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It seems this event was way back but due to the lack of activity at this site, i didnt upload them. Anyway some of my few good friends back in college days. Seems like time has past so fast. I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of those in the picture above seems to have secure a job in a prestigious company. One work for Accenture with an accounting and finance business degree doing programing etc, another is an auditor in one of the big four accounting firm, one works for Loreal Malaysia, another is an auditor in an audit firm and last but not least one that works in a bank Singapore owned bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss waking up late, going to college, having long tea breaks when there is not class in between, the library and computer lab, heartbreaks stories that we shared and the carefree life i had back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-347208138425887438?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/347208138425887438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=347208138425887438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/347208138425887438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/347208138425887438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-worth-thousand-words.html' title='picture worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-8472258534798810330</id><published>2007-08-29T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:55:24.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka and what nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Independance day celebration is around the corner. I have been having a free view of the 3 days full dressed rehearsal with helicopters and etc. It was indeed a good one because its a once a year affair and we get to watch it from the view of the 12th floor. Everthing is loud and clear, from the announcement to the music to the formation on the field, fighter jet planes to army tanks..i bet you those watching from ground level cant see the formation well. Oh well, working here we will have the privilleage to see this every year if the celebration is being held in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend of mine sms me this morning asking me what it means if he had a dream where his nose hair is down till his chin. That sms manage to put a silly grin on my face... it was freaking hilarious at 9am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was talking to my friend and he randomly said that he wants to go down to Malacca on thursday night. I might go along if they call me. Why would I do that? cuz its damn random :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some random thing happen during meeting the other day. A phrase pop up "chicken fly, monkey die" What's that I found myself asking the person next to me..she replied saying it might be bird flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i need to go shopping for a cheongsam because I dont have one and I need one for the company's annual dinner. Fuzzy had it all plan on what colour, the length and to the design that i should buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, fuzzy's been out of town near to a month already. Another weekend without him but should suit me just fine i suppose as I have so many drama to catch up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright gtg, tata you all...happy merdeka malaysia...its your 50th anniversary :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-8472258534798810330?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8472258534798810330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=8472258534798810330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/8472258534798810330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/8472258534798810330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-and-what-nots.html' title='merdeka and what nots'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-3897285313908202613</id><published>2007-08-27T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:54:35.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A week has gone by just in a blink of an eye. Now is the start of a new week with so much work to catch up and time flies like a concorde jet plane (although now there is no more concorde). Meeting eats up my time, I'm left with after 7pm to catch up on whatever work and email I must reply. Its so sick in the working world. I use to laugh at how my ex room mate was a workaholic, at how my close friends in taylors while doing her internship claims she forgot to eat her lunch because she is too caught up with her work and here I am, doing exactly the same thing as what i vow not to do... haahha..the irony of life, it comes and bite you in the ass when you least expects it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week we will all work 4 days a week. But of course exception comes in a different form like annual leave applied so you will work lesser days in the week. Ahhh...what a bliss but of course I can't subject myself to this kind of annual leave application. The guilt that eats away because I leave my SG counterparts to do my share of the project work. With UAT payment workflow testing and another environment for conversion testing, too much work needs to be done. I want to go for a holiday ...arrrggghhhh...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;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/15667827-3897285313908202613?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3897285313908202613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3897285313908202613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3897285313908202613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3897285313908202613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekly-updates.html' title='weekly updates'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-2621201596194413102</id><published>2007-08-15T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RsKBveNhAzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yCHbiq2e0OE/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098780380700410674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RsKBveNhAzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yCHbiq2e0OE/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 years. Time really flies. It looks like just last year we started dating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-2621201596194413102?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2621201596194413102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=2621201596194413102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2621201596194413102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/2621201596194413102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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/_--BvyYsQz-o/RsKBveNhAzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yCHbiq2e0OE/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-6358781193533577891</id><published>2007-08-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:04:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got Fuzzy a surprise. But he's away for this coming 5 days till next monday. Not too sure whether he will like it or not. Whatever it is, I hope he does, or I'll give him a knock on his head :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Poor Fuzzy lost his wallet... and to rub salt to his wound, manchester united only had a draw for that game that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-6358781193533577891?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6358781193533577891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=6358781193533577891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/6358781193533577891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/6358781193533577891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/surprise.html' title='surprise'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-8438445669668474797</id><published>2007-08-10T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:13:06.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like i have no time for myself. I want to finish reading the Harry Porter book, I want to finish watching the korean drama, I want to finish watching "House MD", I want to have more time to sleep. Sigh, life is so boring. I can't wait to go for course next week. At least I know I wont have to worry about the project for two days. Looking at things, I bet you my boss will tell me to get a replacement for that course. The project is a pain in the ass. Looking at things, the cut over live date will be moved again and our KPI will be affected.&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;Its friday already and I cant wait for tomorrow sleep in time. I hope they don't run EOD this weekend or not I have to come back to work on sunday all because of timeline thats a moving target. Everyday I look forward for lunch time. Yes, its getting me fat and I have to loose this weight soon or not I'll balloon like a fried sausage. Liquid diet should do the trick.&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've finally got a semi permanent work station at the office. Its located on another floor. But then again at least I won't have to be a nomad, walking around with the laptop finding for a place to sit.&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;Fuzzy's doing events this holiday and lately he have no time for me. I'm suppose to plan tomorrow's activity. Probably we'll go have dinner somewhere. &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;My blog is pretty boring lately. It seems like Uncle took down his website already. Its been such a long time since i talked to him online. I suppose this is what working life does to people. But then again we should not take friends for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-8438445669668474797?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8438445669668474797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=8438445669668474797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/8438445669668474797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/8438445669668474797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-3552922114824254237</id><published>2007-08-07T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:42:52.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work less than 5 months and I'm expected to come to work during the weekends. Somehow, that reality sucks. I know people tells me its good to be involved in projects. Yes, I whine and groan but then I know its also good to be doing projects although the working hours sucks big time. Feels like in 12 hours a day for work is not enough. Its either I'm not good at time management or I just have too much things to do. Conversion is coming up thus i can't really promise fuzzy a holiday. I don't check my web based email as often as last time. Maybe once in two weeks. Everyone been telling me I should have a break during lunch thus I've been going out for lunch this month instead of eating in front of the laptop.&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;My 2 year anniversary is coming up and Sat thinks thats a very long period. To me, time flies so fast. Fuzzy's birthday is coming up too and I've got to think of what to get him. Thought of the latest ManU jersey but then the design sucks big time. A stripe right at the bottom of their jersey like indicating that's where the butt is. &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;Fuzzy asked me why I don't deem his needs important. I don't want to watch die hard 4 with him when he wanted to see it, I groan when we he insist he wants to watch community shield, he said that I don't like his friends and will gripe if he want's to spend time with them. I'm selfish I know.. I should learn to put his needs up first at times. I guess the lesser time we get to see each other has turn its ugly side of things. &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;Sat's gotten his new car. Next question on the list from my friends is when I'm getting a new car. Hmm.. parking, toll and petrol to work will cost me a bomb. I can't afford to get a car now, maybe later. But then again, if I do get a car I won't drive to work so what's the logic to getting one? With maintenance and a loan to service, it will blow a big hole in my already empty pocket. Maybe I should wait till one and half years time :)&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;Jon's got a job already. Down the LRT line from my office. Not too sure if that's the job he wanted but then again, its a good start. They are having some issues, I think its totally due to succumbing to work pressure. She will have to learn to take things easier and not let anger rule while you on the other hand should learn to take it cooly. Talk if you must so that you should not keep suppressed anger or some sort.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-3552922114824254237?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3552922114824254237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=3552922114824254237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3552922114824254237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/3552922114824254237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-7943343467848015786</id><published>2007-07-30T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:10:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hi people, feels like its been ages since I last update this website. Looks like I got pretty busy with life lately and thus the neglection of my blog. I know what lame excuse is this. But then again, who actually read this lame page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's been tough lately. Work is not exactly a bed of roses. I know I dread saying that I prefer college life but then here I am, saying this. Life in college was way better than working life. Preassure got to me lately. Its either I don't know how to control my emotions and get too overwhelmed or I'm just not good with preasure. I'm so bogged down by work and it feels like no one understand how it feels, how I feel like I just want to quit my job and settle for something that's less preasurizing. Its only been 4 months of working and I feel this way. Imagine working for 20 -30 more years. How am I going to stand all this nonsense? yes, a good way is to just get married and stay home provided the guy I'm marrying is filthy rich or somesort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a bad experience in drinking the other day. Makes me want to relook at how my life is lately. Feels like it's crap. The thing I do to subject my body to torture. S is not too keen that I'm turning this way. Asked Ck to talked to me about it. But those people are doing it every week that i feel its damn unhealthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a chat the other day, what was the plan for our anniversary. I have no idea and  he asked me what was the budget. I had macdonalds last year probably due to the fact that both of us was not free last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I've had my graduation at the beginnning of this month. It was a boring event. As usual there was high tea and Malaysians being truly Malaysians, everyone pile their plate up high like there is famine tomorrow. I on the other hand didnt eat much. Too much excitment as I'm meeting into all my long lost college mate. Yes, this is what happen after people started working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been to singapore twice in one month. How was the trip you asked? well, work realted purposes and its bit boring. Work for 10 hours a day and then go out and catch up with college mates in singapore. Time for shopping during the great singapore sale =none. Everything is pretty expensive due to the exchange rate. Plus lack of camera don't help either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-7943343467848015786?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7943343467848015786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=7943343467848015786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7943343467848015786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/7943343467848015786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-graduation.html' title='post graduation'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-4327969270500805453</id><published>2007-05-31T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:54:03.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time flies, I seriously have no time lately. I miss having lazy afternoons, going shopping and walking aimlessly around the shopping mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm bogged down and I feel like a fish out of water. Saturday nights are sacred with me thinking should I waste it or should i be in denial mode because I'm still young, the night is still young with more to offer. Going out on a saturday night till 4 am in the morning while having to wake up early sunday morn.Thats stupid and whatmore those dear friends suggested rave..and he works 7 days a week..that bloody workaholic !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wake so early and yet sleep so late. Having eyebags under my eyes is NOT sexy. Putting on make up helps but its only a temporary measure. I'm loosing my the happy go lucky feeling. Its a torture to look at emails as I have a love and hate relationship with it. I hate the old feelings flooding my brains. Its a bloody torture. Given me a laptop, I would like to pour vodka over it so that it fries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should be sleeping and yet I'm here typing this silly little post. I'm scared of having sandwiches everyday as and its becoming such a putoff. No, dont instruct me what to do. I hate you, you bloody idiot !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone jokingly said I should switch partners since its all over !! I just hope I'm going singapore that weekend so I have a valid reason to do so. But then again its a bloody dread to go to singapore for whatever purpose I'm going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG... what do I want in this life  !!! Drown myself in everything. I dont have time for myself with all the money i make. I'm all dark and twisty.. I'll go sleep now..and everything will be better 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-4327969270500805453?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4327969270500805453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4327969270500805453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4327969270500805453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4327969270500805453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-nots.html' title='what nots'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-5957465995643770228</id><published>2007-03-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:47:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history</title><content type='html'>I know that its a breach of privacy when one check into other people's stuff. And the things and stuff you find are not up for discussion but for your eyes and mind only. But then again at times this kind of finding torment one's mind that you think you should open it up with a confrontation. But then again, when one go snooping around other people's stuff, its wrong to bring it up what more to go looking into it. Bloody brain eating information. Seeing him sleeping makes me wanna smack him up... ARRRGGH.. ignore the urge...just ignore it and then it'll pass.. don't bother with it.. just leave for home and then conveniently go to Ipoh this weekend and then works start on monday and fucking conveniently forget about him..always video camera right.. well fuck u and nat and tat video camera asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-5957465995643770228?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5957465995643770228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=5957465995643770228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/5957465995643770228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/5957465995643770228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/03/history.html' title='history'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-4454575653363602585</id><published>2007-03-23T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY post..sorry bit late on this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLqgwF8LoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UvRTJScyqXE/s1600-h/KL60001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044852380994907778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLqgwF8LoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UvRTJScyqXE/s320/KL60001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLp6QF8LnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z_VAb1UlHuk/s1600-h/KL40001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044851719569944178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLp6QF8LnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z_VAb1UlHuk/s320/KL40001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLpxAF8LmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JajmcKOBLB8/s1600-h/KL20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044851560656154210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLpxAF8LmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JajmcKOBLB8/s320/KL20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-4454575653363602585?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4454575653363602585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4454575653363602585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4454575653363602585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4454575653363602585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/03/cny-postsorry-bit-late-on-this.html' title='CNY post..sorry bit late on this'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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/_--BvyYsQz-o/RgLqgwF8LoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UvRTJScyqXE/s72-c/KL60001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-1640480689706958612</id><published>2007-03-20T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:57:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alco problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/alcoprob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture SO reminds me of a friend. But instead of beer, they should change the wording to vodka or the water of life as one claims. Something to lighten up your day peeps !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-1640480689706958612?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1640480689706958612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=1640480689706958612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/1640480689706958612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/1640480689706958612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/03/alco-problem.html' title='alco problem'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-1210708359390735975</id><published>2007-03-09T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:12:07.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Top 3 most disgusting things someone could do in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) Dig his/her nose and is oblivious to stares given (excuse me, in the car is still for public display)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2) Scratch one's crotch discreetly or indiscreetly (yeah yeah... hope no one notices right? come on, go to the toilet and scratch till glory comes or maybe, you have lice/crab problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;3) Use your index finger and cover one side of the nose and blow hard hoping that the mucus comes out the other hole (yuck, thats just gross, use a tissue or something. You dont need to snort out in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, the long weekend has just ended. I'll be away on training next week for one week at Johor. Too bad that they have changed the venue from Singapore to Johor. Whatever it is, I'll expect it to be as any other training which is being fed 5 meals a day at a hotel, no exclusion of exams everyday to be tested on what we learn yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh well, got to run..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/15667827-1210708359390735975?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1210708359390735975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=1210708359390735975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/1210708359390735975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/1210708359390735975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-3.html' title='top 3'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-4370889679281997868</id><published>2007-03-06T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:06:36.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to thank those who remembered my b'day. From all the sms and the birthday wishes. I didn't think many would remember this insignificant day :P Just to name a few who coloured my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert- gerald - jacq - wei hern - kai fai - jan - rainie - keng aik - hazel - claire - kareen - kok wai - eric - john - joey - wee seong - sye yi - jia yee - sathya - pin jui - bahvin - pravina - eunice - kenny - boon - zaini -yuen chi - alec - james - kim li and all those who's number I didn't recognise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration was perfect. Fuzzy conned me into thinking it was somewhere near by and I was trying to reason with him why I should make it back in time to catch the Korean drama I am watching lately on national tv. Anyway, he picked me up formally dressed. Dinner wasn't somewhere near by. It was fine dining at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isthmuskl.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isthmus KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and as we walked in we were greated and a waiter was waiting for us with a bouquet of white lilies in her arms.. I was estatic..What a surprise. The waiter told me, it was delivered since the afternoon and it has been waiting for me. Ahh, fuzzy is full of surprises. Fine dining is something which always never fails to surprise me. Everyting was perfectly and beautifully crafted. To me, something that beautiful is not meant to be eaten. We had lotus blue dumpling for startes, Fuz had beef steak and I had pasta for the main course while we ordered something for desert at the recommendation of Aaron who is working there. Thus desert was choc mud cake with cream and strawberries while Aaron recommended pear cooked in wine topped with black sesame ice cream (not sure whats the funky name) but then again, I'm a black sesame ice cream converter. I thought I would have detested the ice cream...but then again... DAMN IT !! it was AWESOME suff. Prices were reasonable but then again, fine dining comes in small portion. Very good ambience.. soft soulful music and very good company. Tonight was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy manage to stuff a beautiful box into my handbag. It was suppose to be a surprise when I reach home. But then again, I looked through my bag and found it there. It was a bracelet. He is so sweet. Thus as we were talking about how he wanted to buy me a handphone instead of this dinner, flowers and a small gift.. I think this year was the other part of the celebration I didn't have last year. Because last year I had an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthdays-wishes-and-what-not.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;expensive gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; but not a lavish dinner. Anyway I think the most important part of the whole event was being in the company of the one you love. That truly makes up for the lack of anything. Not like there was lack of anything tonight !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh...the lack of photo this year is because we left the camera in the car when we went up to the restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;note on the bouquet:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"happy birthday doe, may this be the many for us to come"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-4370889679281997868?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4370889679281997868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4370889679281997868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4370889679281997868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4370889679281997868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-4257880365164623629</id><published>2007-03-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T02:31:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past one month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy bday to myself. A year older...not any wiser... I had a blast just last night for pre bday celebration with S, ck and a few others I gathered :) Had a few bump along the way as it was the spoiler for the night. With a few trick up the sleeves, everything was splendid. Fuz didnt come along as he's got important MU vs Liverpool match and tons of assignments. Celebration with him will be on the actual day itself. The night was great...one poor friend threw up 8 times. I:ll post some pictures onec I get them from Ck.And I was stupid enough to turn down an all expense paid invitation to Jogoya at starhill for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've totally forgotten G's bday last month. Something that slipped my mind as i was too busy making plans for that night. I hope its ok...since he already have a gf. I'm sure his plans are far greater than the bday wish I should have SMSed. Plans for the night was good. Something that was done without the presence of the original clan. S got to tag along and met some new spanking people. Drinks were good, people were great and everyone was happy at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S's bday was last month... we had a blast. Now that I review this post... It feels as though I've done much damage to my poor liver. Crazy crazy month.. Crazy friends..I realise that I need to get Ameba out more often. Mel and Jacq is like a fish.. I will limit Claire to 2 glass next time and make sure not to hang out with peeople thats way out of my league like Jacq's bf and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm going on a road trip end of this weekend for work purposes. No, its not a real full time job. This is a part time job I do for the event company that so happens needed someone to work. Kota bahru 2 days and kuantan for one day. I hope its a productive weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went back to Ctb last friday to meet up with the girls.. how much I miss them. How much stories was there for me. It wasnt enough time to just sit and talk as soon some have to go back to work. Those people working there was really really nice. Alright catch up with this blog another time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-4257880365164623629?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4257880365164623629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=4257880365164623629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4257880365164623629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/4257880365164623629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/03/past-one-month.html' title='past one month'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-117085828032658338</id><published>2007-02-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:24:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rojak..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentine's around the corner and I have a partial idea of what to get fuzzy. Well, it will only be fulfilled if I can get this lazy ass of mine to go shopping or rather out the house. Then again its approaching with me feeling undaunted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cK's gone to hike up some mountain at the east side of malaysia with all the other outdoor experience as he paid a thousand for this one week trip. Thus wont be seeing him anytime soon this week for mamak. Fulfilled our quota on monday night itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I had a weird sms the other day from one of my ex colleague. It seems I took a whole chunk of someone's heart when I left. I thought I told him explicitly that I already have a bf when I first know him. Was told not to break his heart badlyl and be nice to him. Sigh, the way I see it.. if this is going on, I would stay far far away from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I got an off hand conversation yesterday. It goes something like this. Not an accurate reproduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I heard you got a boyfriend already. Not from XX right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Very long already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Er.. about a year plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So you working nowdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yup.. can say so. Well, I also heard he got a gf already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yeah..dunno what he up to. He makes me angry till i want to die. Dunno what you all up to. You guys were fine then this happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;err...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nowdays he's so busy with work, cant come here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh yeah.. he mention something like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So anyway, i see you around ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm not sure whether she heard me wrong or answered me wrong. I think it was along the line. Misrepresentation in the conversation itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A few of my friends is getting married this year. I suppose as I turn 24, age catches up on you and the marriage bug hits hot couples who are ready to tie the knot and be bonded for the rest of their earthly life. I know I sound optimistic. To me its really a "till death do us part". I'm not sure what will happen &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;few years in the marriage life and  both man and wife argue like crazy. Will we filled for divorce? would we go out separate ways but because of our kids we just stay married? will be have an affair because the love is all gone with the heated arguments? It makes me scared getting married too young. I've seen few of my friends who got married right after school ended up in divorced. Kids would be at the loosing end I suppose. Torn family and divorce issue. Holy matrimony my ass as both claims. Anyway enough of sad stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we kidnapped S the other day to celebrate his b'day. The best part.. it was just the three of us at scantuary minus bf n gf. Not a bad place but kitchen closes at 11pm when the b'day boy tried to order a plate of thai fried rice. Anyway it was a good night, we had a great time and yes, it wasn't a sober one. S wanted to pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate but the wine list in sanctuary was limited and thus his initial plan was to go to telawi street bistro but we outvoted the b'day boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-117085828032658338?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/117085828032658338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=117085828032658338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/117085828032658338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/117085828032658338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/02/rojak.html' title='rojak..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-117069730793778338</id><published>2007-02-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:40:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internship review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two months seems like a pretty short time. I've made more friends or as the other 2 says "its not friends, its colleague. We are friends and your a bitch which explains why you have more guy friends rather than girl friends.Which is a good thing" Coming from those two, they don't exactly mince words which I use to do. Not exactly polite now are they. I know I can be bitchy at times but then again its not something I do often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two months of internship was a good experience. I had more yumchar sessions in this two months every weekday as its something to do with all the closing time we had. I had fun. I made new "friends/colleague" and I was really sad when it was time to say goodbye as I didnt want to take up the job my boss offer me. At time it made me feel stupid because not even half month into the internship he already offered me and its a MNC with good benefits, great friends and a very cool boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want the job as I meet stupid customers on a daily basis and the sales target was crazy. I was offered a job as a personal banker but with my limited chinese language capabilities, it was a pain in the ass. As I am more adept in cantonese, each time I speak that language, they would ask me if I was from kl. Customers make me feel more stupid when they start complaining in mandarin and somehow I got only a partial understanding of what he was trying to say repeating some of his words trying to understand it somehow by a miracle which when enlightenment did not dawn on me, they would then continue asking or raise their voice in disgust saying " you are a chinese and you dont even understand mandarin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that insult, I get customers who claim the bank are doing an Ah loong business when they do a cash withdrawal from their credit card. Idiotic customers didnt read the fine print on what they sign and when bank charge them daily interest for doing advance cash withdrawal using their credit card, they freak out and then say wanna go police report and cancellation of card and also write in to our local newspaper. Didnt see an article the next day also..bloody big mouth. Thats about it. Report to police? its ok, we got the central bank approval already. Your other bank didnt charge u daily interest as you claim? then go ahead and use that bank cash advance or better still, are you really sure they dont charge you the daily interest rate? customers like this makes me curse after they leave. I also got the " you just a girl, not even a lady. I want to talk to a man about this. Call you branch manager out now" .. I wonder what happen if my branch manager turns out to be a lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway I learned alot about banking products. Just consumer banking mind you. A friend offered me a job with a local bank but for investment banking. I am having doubts whether I can handle the corporate customer anot because at the end of the day, those dudes that is working for local bank have to cross sell to customer about consumer banking products. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand a friend of my complain that maxis reception lately is bad. When i said I dont have any problem, he said maybe I dont make enough phone calls.  Call drop and that sort of thing. Anyway when I brought it up with Ck, he asked me which area and thus I cant reply that part. So I asked him back which area you think is call drop prone? he told me areas like bukit tinggi for example cuz population increasing but kl wont be cause they have anticipated the increase like 10years ago. Weird, why should I be bothered?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Reminder&lt;/span&gt; *Let it go , your at the losing end.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to move to another site soon. But the need to find a url first makes a need to think of one. But first, I need to find a job :P and loose weight fast... Am getting fatter after all the yumchar session with those friends of mine during the internship. Alright, untill the next post. Gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-117069730793778338?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/117069730793778338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=117069730793778338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/117069730793778338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/117069730793778338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/02/internship-review.html' title='internship review'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116921966232462247</id><published>2007-01-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:14:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hesitant</title><content type='html'>After a few weeks after the car accident, bert's gf called me up to inform me today about him being admitted into hospital for dengue fever. Dengue is apparent in klang valley lately. I've heard about dengue cases escalating. Even my area was plague by this diseases. And Bert dont stay too far from my house. This guy always make me worried. I treat him like one of my old friends. Although its not as old as my kindergarten friends but then again, we shared a special bond last time when we had too much tuition and too little social time. I'm going to go to the hospital tomorrow and &lt;strong&gt;knock&lt;/strong&gt; his head. &lt;strong&gt;Stupid stupid boy&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4896/1457/320/630843/DSCN0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116921966232462247?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116921966232462247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116921966232462247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116921966232462247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116921966232462247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/01/hesitant.html' title='hesitant'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116827310486028495</id><published>2007-01-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:18:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hey people..how's everything. Things seems pretty hectic lately. Sis's gone back to uni. Thus I'm all alone at night. Sharing a room with her ain't that bad. But things get bit weird when she's back for long breaks or gone back to uni for a few months. I love the solitude, but its weird that after having her a few months and then she's gone..its like something's missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm back to my old self lately. The one that went missing as I stepped into college. The girl that used to curse came back. Somehow, I'm not sure its a sign of being influence or a sign of stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, should learn to say no. Must learn to be kind to idiots. Do not drive like a maniac and be more generous on the road. If people signal, let them cut in. No hand gestures or rude words after that. Must handle it with professionalism... ah.. all this sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah..how was the christmas and new year? Church during christmas luncheon was boring. New year eve was spend with the bf not watching fireworks, not celebrating it with friends, not partying..rather it was spend at home with the bf watching dvd. Am so glad, I wasn't in mamak with cK and THE OTHERS trying to put up with them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway internet connection lately sucks to the max. Flood in johor was really bad while in Aussie its on fire due to very dangerous low level of water in the dam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alright...gtg. update soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116827310486028495?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116827310486028495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116827310486028495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116827310486028495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116827310486028495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116709275046210537</id><published>2006-12-26T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:37:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think happy thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I needed a really perky happy song, thus here I am in front of the computer so early in the morning. The song I choose? dancing in the moonlight which I know there is many different versions but I love the version by toploader. yes, weird weird me..I need a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Bought 3 pair of formal shoes. Why did I buy some uncomfortable shoes? because I look good in it.. yup, idiot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116709275046210537?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116709275046210537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116709275046210537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116709275046210537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116709275046210537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/12/think-happy-thoughts.html' title='think happy thoughts..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116637037458867600</id><published>2006-12-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:55:20.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's been awhile since I type something down here. Can't seems to find time to sit down in front of the computer but its not really a good excuse. Anyway, with another two person to fight using the computer, I'm just pretty bored of trying to get some time online. From the daily checking of the internet, I'm reduced to checking it once or twice in a week. I don't really chat online nowdays as no one is online at night. Sigh, all the people have better social life than I do. tsk tsk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Its weird when someone comes over and sit down at the mamak table and its a pain in the ass when we have to try to make conversation with someone and the whole ordeal is an uncomfortable one. The main reason why the person comes over was because of one person at the table but then out of courteousy we all have to make small talks. This kind of talk is those that needed to be done on a one to one basis. Ahh, so funny and weird at the same time. Anyway I realise that I lost the adventerous side of mine. Unless it was planned earlier, I wouldn't want to be whisk away into another state in Malaysia and come home at 7am just in time to see aunties and uncles jogging. With just the 3 of us at the mamak table, S was eager to go down to genting for fresh air but I was so beat up from 2 weeks at work, I declined.I haven't pay any visits for a long long time to any night scenes. This is so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Christmas is coming in a weeks time. What are my plans? Serving at the Church Christmas luncheon as I do every christmas.Umm... what else ah?I know I should do something... Oh yeah people, I officially graduated. My results are out and I'm done with all the finance and accounting in TBS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know I should not be a lazy bum and try to dress up abit. I know I should learn to make up so that I wont look so washed out. I know I should exercise so that I wouldn't feel so lethargic. I know that I should like find a proper job so that I don't waste my time. I know I should just forgive and forget rather than be a queen bitch. I know I should just forget about my past, move on and don't think of what happened. Regret isn't an option. Its something that I keep buried deep down in me that once in awhile I take a look at it feeling that familiar pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;32001 is really a breach of privacy. A device that is so reliable unless one left it at home because its like a tracking device. A fucking invasion of one's privacy because I for one, uses it if i think something is going on and somehow, it don't lie about one's whereabouts. Trust is a word. A word which stabs you right on your back where you can't see it coming. Friendster is a place for people to publish about oneself. A place where one can see what's going on about the other person whom you don't really talk to anymore. Of course its subject to updates. Why can't Annie just didn't come into the picture? Shut the fuck up Aileen, just move on. You already did or that's what you so want to believe in. So just keep looking forward. Thats why humans got eyes at the front of the head not the back. Smoke it up, drink it down, work your ass off and don't hyperventilate. Just congratulate him on finding someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I have a pre set notion of what and who I am. There is no grey areas with me. Its either don't get married because there is no divorce. Its either I'm committed or I don't date cause I don't cheat on my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fuzzy's got me krispy kreme doughnuts from Australia. Not really fresh anymore when I got it. It went into the fridge, I microwave it so that it won't be cold. Its got chocolate smothered on it and another with cream filling inside. It was ok, but I really believe that eating it fresh is better. Nearest place is Australia. Can you believe that while my ex was in Aussie, he thought of another girl? but not his gf? Sigh, life screws you up this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;At times, I wonder who reads this blog anyway? Nothing amusing here. Just a peek at my thoughts. I'm wounded, I need to lie down now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116637037458867600?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116637037458867600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116637037458867600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116637037458867600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116637037458867600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-somewhere.html' title='Lost somewhere'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116558575374973417</id><published>2006-12-08T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:49:13.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend highlights..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This blogger is getting bored. I type so long just so that internet explorer tells me that it has some error... mch.. don't know what error is that. Type so long and then all gone... no back up some more. Alright back to square one as I got nothing much to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cut my shoulder length girlie hair to a short bob. According to my friend it gives me the kiddie look instead of it being a sophisticated hairstyle.. Sigh, its o.k. It will be sophisticated once its grown a bit longer. Now its the time to laugh at my hairstyle plus I'm so lazy to out on wax, or styling cream on my hair. It's o.k, fuzzy says that I look good in anything even without seeing my hair cut. Well, he better be.. or not I don't want to see him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A friend of mine is involved in a stupid accident. He knocked into the toll plaza concrete while looking for spare change while turning his steering because the other lane was faster. But the idiotic thing is his sister was sitting beside of him :/ . It resulted in 6 stitches and a bald patch on his head. Its not the first time I heard about this kind of accident. This is the second time..but of course not the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mamak as usual includes only 3 of us. Was quite surprise that the other two walk in and say hie while heading to another table but then I cant stand saying hie, I turned back hoping to see the clock. No eye contact... Not bothered... At least I was decent. Kinda reminds me of lower secondary school days. Where there was still the I don't friend you kind of thing. Those time in secondary school, when I hated someone I wasn't discreet.. I would show you my middle finger. Come beat me up if you dare sort of thing. Ah whatever. All this group dissolution started when that bitch scolded me "fuck you ..bla bla bla" during MY birthday. MCH... make me angry only. I'm tired of taking you bloody crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alright.. end of the week.. see you next week people :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116558575374973417?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116558575374973417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116558575374973417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116558575374973417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116558575374973417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/12/weekend-highlights.html' title='weekend highlights..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116491928470258523</id><published>2006-12-01T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T04:41:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants while on holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just watched Lake House on dvd. Its wonderfully superb and of course, makes me want to tear. It was a good thing that cK or S didn't tell me how did it end as I was curious when both of them were swapping dvd. Ah, its a good love story. As good as those Meg Ryan's "you've got mail" or "sleepless in seatle". Just wish that love stories has no ending. Yeah, what to do... I love sappy love stories :) especially those with good endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some strange event happen yesterday. The three of us went to mamak and when the other people came, they just waltz past us in mamak and zoom to the other side of the ground. Apparently, they made it clear that they want nothing to do with us. Drew was the poor sould who came over and say hie while the rest was hostile. When I went back and told fuz, his friend said that his wife was complaining that she sent an invitation a week before the the celebration and we ffk them last minute. Ah, well I didnt receive any and S only got it at 9pm while we were on the way to mamak dressed for the mamak in shorts and my volleyball jersey. And because of that, I decline saying its fine if both the others wanted to go. When all of us agreed we weren't game for it... it caused us to be on hostile grounds. We have already receive the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"you rather spend your time in mamak then come out to the uber cool Passion Club, then fine..suit yourself" &lt;somewhat&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh... this is just plain childish. We live in an asian country, thus when we cant come they blame us that we don't give face. This is not about giving face or not giving face because, if they wanted us to come and wanted to make me give face, they would have invited us personally and not go through a spokesperson and hope he made plans on behalf of us. Considering when you guys goes out to mamak and don't call me along, its weird how suddenly on your b'day you think it was important for me to show up. Friends who are grown up would understand when you already made plans to have a date with your boyfriend and not sit in mamak with the rest of the gang and bitch about me saying "when she has a bf, she dump us". Well sm, you did the same thing to us when you were with your bf then. You were inconsiderate when you wanted to make me wait in the car for you when you know it would take another 15minutes before you reach the destination while I offered to pick you up come that 15minutes later. You didn't give face to the b'day girl(me) then by not showing up, while you called her back and screamed at her as you would scream at you dog. And here you are politicizing how you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we didn't give face to your buddy when you were the pioneer to this sort of stuff. Yes, you openly critize me in mamak but the fact that S and cK were too decent to tell me, I'm sure&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surely would make me go on a rampant rage. Yes, I had enough of your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;manipulation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I have this thing in me which I can't help but try to please you at every thing. I suppose, ungratefullness comes into the picture and the end of the day while I am so tired of the manipulation part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh, so much pent up frustration. I don't care anymore. I'm tired of making excuses to you when I want to spend time with fuzzy. My friends would understand that I would want to spend time with him but you just won't. Yes, its so hard to belive that I spend so little time with him considering he stay so close by. While you love to call me out on a saturday night for a night cap, I have made plans for the weekend and when you call and I decline an invitation, you bitch about it showing your displeasure. Well, Hello..you stay with you hubby seeing him everyday during the weekday while I was at home during the weekday. I'm not a live in gf you see. I believe that dating doesn't necessary mean you have to be a live in gf as there would be more excuses to pick on each other bad habits. Or as my ex bf would say, no space to breath. I'm so grateful that I have two friends who understand me and yes, as cK say "we should find other friends to add unto the existing 3 of us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a lighter note, since its just going to be the three of us, its an excuse that we can all have posh dinner celebrating each other's birthday as we all are going to work(sadly, only me) or are already working(the other two) !! yay to that. 20 years of friendship and we are still going strong. Of course, spousal privilledge are extended for the b'day celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116491928470258523?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116491928470258523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116491928470258523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116491928470258523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116491928470258523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/12/rants-while-on-holiday.html' title='rants while on holiday'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116474692072042259</id><published>2006-11-29T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:37:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;hie people.. I wonder who reads my posts. I know some does but stays in the dark while some reads and leave useful comments. Somehow, I've just lost the mood to write whatever I pen down here due to circumstances whereby privacy needed. Such an irony, why am I harping about privacy when I post blogs online for the whole world to read...Ah, discovered that the new blogger would include some security features whereby I could post certain thoughts but its not for the whole world to see it. Just some people whom I shall allowed. Then again, the lazy me always find excuses just to postpone it to another day right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm on my holidays and at the beginning it was weird.  I have so much free time whereby I can just sit and watch tv the whole night then sleep at 6am untill 2pm the next afternoon. Yeah lazy me, I am still not motivated to find jobs although I have peruse through the newspaper. Anyway, I've finished Greys Anatomy season one and Close to home season one. Cant wait to get my hands on season two. Unfortunately this holidays, I haven't done much reading. Quite weird actually because if I start reading, I wont bother with anything else and certainly not the dvd. Saw death note just now, its really good. And of course according to my brother who watched it with me, they cut alot from the manga. Well, since it peaked my interest, now i feel like catching up on the manga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm not sure what job I should do. With bad grades, while hating what I studied, I don't regret I had that grade. Its more like what I deserved. Yeah yeah not a good excuse..well fuck you man, its not your grades. haha... I don't even know what's my CGPA as Aussie universities don't practice that. I don't even have a distinction on my transcript. So probably I will expect that I have a second lower which I still can't figure out how do you count them. I just guess them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway, my computer is playing tricks on me so i decided to use the laptop my sis uses in college. Yeah the privilledge of having a mobile computer whereby its so personal that somehow, you find pictures of others on her computer. Find that she needs a few msn passport to log onto msn with different user name. It makes me wonder why, she needs a picture of a guy that clearly doesnt look like a malaysian on her msn. Somehow, I also wonder why would one need more than two email account. Is it because they need to separate their private lives out compare to their working lives or the fact that maybe they are having an affair. hahah.. yes yes, checking other people's email account is a breach of their privacy. I don't do that anymore but then if I have a suspicion that my boyfriend is cheating on me how do confronting him makes him want to admit he's calling other girls his darling and princess while saying "I miss you" isn't exactly being friendly especially when he didnt mention about her being his close friend, prior to the revelation your discovery. Once a cheater always a cheater right? or does one forgive and forget? If while having a gf he is already doing that then what happen when he's having a wife and kids. Does one not think before he act or does his penis does the thinking for him? Somehow, I've always been "lucky" that i manage to detect my bf cheating on me. Yup, lucky lucky me. Guys, beware of a girls instinct. It will just kick you right in the ass !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Feels so unimportant. Both my gang members works in a MNC company. How to get a job like theirs? One's his dream job where I get to enquire why my line so bad lately and name communication towers after him while another gets to see what's inside other people's parcel.  Sigh, I'm reduced to being their filipino maid when I got out mamak with them on a weekday. Should I take the internship I am offered? choices choices where we don't want to make. Christmas is coming by the way, should I go buy that beautiful party dress which I already have matching shoes or should I be more practical and buy more office attire and office shoes? Sigh, sometimes I wish I have unlimited cash for shopping. It would be a dream. And yes cK, that would mean I would have to marry a tan sri and profits divided between you and S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yes, christmas is coming and we should drink to our good health :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116474692072042259?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116474692072042259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116474692072042259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116474692072042259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116474692072042259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-happened-to-me.html' title='what happened to me?'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116306661949663449</id><published>2006-11-09T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:33:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody exam cheater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I spend the whole night reading for my exam today. With only a meagre 5 hours of sleep for this past few days, I can see the eyebags getting bigger under the eyes. Well, thank god the exam didn't feel so awful. The best part, the guy beside of me was cheating because he brought in notes to the exam hall. I saw him looked down at his paper, saw him fumbling for it in this shirt then saw him slip it inside the pocket after reading them. Somehow, I dont understand why the lecturer didn't see it. I was hoping the lecturer would so I won't have to take actions. Sigh, somehow, it was his lucky day as he would put it. I just think its unfair for us to study and memorise so hard while he just sat there with a blank mind cheating with answers. Mind you, this is the second time I took this same papper cuz I failed the last time and its so unfair when your doing it the second time and watching someone who on his first attempt pass them cuz he cheated. After exam, I went asked the girl behind me whether she saw what I saw. Then i asked the other girl beside him. Both confirmed my suspicion. I told the lecturer, he say he will inform the exam unit. Not sure what will happen. And yes, I caught the cheater's eyes after he was looked down at his paper. Sms fuzzy after exam, he replied me with " report ma isiot, this kind of people no need to give face one. ". Ck say, "life's a bitch.." how aptly true wat he commented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------X---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;on a lighter note, fuzzy's short term memory will cause him to just can't remember what he did last time... on sms one day the conversation went..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can you remember when is our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anniversary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;August ma.. 15th.. i can't remember when is valentine's .. (wow...wrong date but then valentines also cannot remember? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but its august 13th wor...why for some reason you remember 15 and i remember 13 ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;because I'm idiot loh.. remember we were discussing it the last time..well, we'll make august 13-15 our anniversary lo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;where can 3 days wan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;if JJ(jaya jusco..one shopping mall in klang)  can have one month merdeka sale for an one day event, 3 days not to much d lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Susu say's...its ok... you can have 3 days of fine dining.. while i can have it every month as ubi kentang cant remember when is our anniversary. Each time I asked him, he gives me a different month...wow... someone is even more confused than fuzzy...&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/15667827-116306661949663449?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116306661949663449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116306661949663449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116306661949663449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116306661949663449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/11/bloody-exam-cheater.html' title='bloody exam cheater'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116248616961754490</id><published>2006-11-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:49:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... Boring !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After more than a week, I finally saw what was my surprise. A cute pink little piggy and another small teddy holding a heart shaped thingy. The best part, I was suppose to choose between two japanese brand biscut box and it was really misleading. somehow upon closer inspection, the box seems like new. How did he insert those things inside it. he told me I could choose one but then I ended up opening both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, exam is around the corner... I'm getting bored sitting everyday in front of my study table doing stuff half heartedly. Sigh... Its getting onto my nerves. Thank God i did well in my mid semester and my assignment. Somehow, results was surprising for every quiz i took.. Oh well, Its still boring.... I'm scared of finals but I'm lazy. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;BORING LAH !!&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/15667827-116248616961754490?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116248616961754490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116248616961754490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116248616961754490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116248616961754490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhh-boring.html' title='Ahhh... Boring !'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116197046475163737</id><published>2006-10-28T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:59:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my surprise is waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a surprise from fuzzy, my motivation factor to study. Hahahahaha... I love fuzzy for that. It was suppose to be due tomorrow but then he said his wrapping sucks, he got this idea that only i can get it at night -.-''' Aih.. postpone again as tomoro i cant see him a night. Got a party to attend. Thus I manage to get some clue out of him.. but i still can't guess it. ish...irritating. Testing my intelligence is it!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got 6 clues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-brown and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-palm sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-round and square at the same time... then he made up his mind and say its round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-some metal thing protruding out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-comes in various shapes and sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guessed soft toy, chocolate, photo frame (ugghh...i hate this) , wallet, and a whole lots more... still cant get it right -.-''' . And at night, i gotta wait till thurs nite to see whats it as i need to start studying already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAT THE HECK IS IT AH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116197046475163737?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116197046475163737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116197046475163737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116197046475163737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116197046475163737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-surprise-is-waiting.html' title='my surprise is waiting'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116178409986459554</id><published>2006-10-25T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:14:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temper brewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Aih...to me each time i see my cat, i think of john and his love for cats. Thats why when I come across a clip on cats, i alwiz think of showing it to him. Anyway, exams are near and no motivation to study. Each semester also like that so much so that fuzzy have to bribe me with something that i'll get after exams so that I would feel motivated. Getting lazier and lazier to study or even search for work. I wanna go for a holiday. Somewhere that no one knows me... somewhere that I can just sit down the whole day and no one criticise me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway share with you another video clip I found in you tube. Somehow, I find that website amusing. On a good day, you'll stumble on alot of interesting clips. A good place to waste time. The clips reflect me sometimes on my feeback teaching survey on certain lecturer. I remembered one friend actually commented on our finance lecturer that "i feel happy each time coming to class because i can see the cute hong kong look alike lecturer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rg7Dl7n8bY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Its either me or its my PMS so much so that I have a temper to flare up on small little things. It ticks me off and fuzzy off for the matter as he also at the end of the day is engulfed in the irritants of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittting down at mamak on the eve of raya with my friend just the two of us.. wasn't really the two of us at the end of the day. It was shared among many. Some of them haven't even seen them in ages. Anyway it was good. At the end of the day, we have 1 hour for each other to catch up on our stories. Alrght... runnning late now. ciow !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116178409986459554?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116178409986459554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116178409986459554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116178409986459554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116178409986459554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/10/temper-brewing.html' title='temper brewing'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116124218637357243</id><published>2006-10-19T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:39:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings..</title><content type='html'>John was upset when he saw the previous post. I think it bruised his ego as the clip is about its male cat. Anyway, he says its a pervert licking his own nipples. ahahha.. I though it was funny as I didnt know cats does that. Fuzzy showed me another clip. Stupidity at its very best to make people laugh. A good clip, a great laugh. Anyway, I have class later from 5-7pm due to the public holiday next week. Friends ask me to go genting next week but after careful (not really) consideration, I declined. I will have all the time in the world when I graduate to go genting. I will have alot of free time to do part time jobs before settling and finding for a serious permanent boring job. What to do, I studied a boring subject. I feel like studying again, but its not value added as its masters or a professional paper. Its a different major. Anyway, the clip below... enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZdEKJATpJcM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZdEKJATpJcM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116124218637357243?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116124218637357243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116124218637357243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116124218637357243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116124218637357243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramblings.html' title='ramblings..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-116118344855237179</id><published>2006-10-18T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:03:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for john</title><content type='html'>fuzzy showed me something the other day. I think johnny boy would love it since he adores his kitties literally as he has adopted a few of them in his house. Though this is a male cat than the female version he has at home :)Anyway its hilarious... didn't know cats do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_evO_xkSShg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116118344855237179?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116118344855237179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116118344855237179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116118344855237179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116118344855237179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-for-john.html' title='Something for john'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-116081152496326540</id><published>2006-10-14T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:23:11.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lecturer ruined my mood on that day. Contempt isnt just the word to describe it. I got to scrap my plans on buying the cake in the afternoon as i know that my bad mood would just lead me to smashing the cake on the floor. sigh...feel like cancelling the plans but after careful thought, I should not let that lecturer of mine ruined my mood. screw him... i should not give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been planning for weeks on where to have dinner but then, the fun was ruined when his parents want to take him out to eat. So i tag along, it was a free dinner on my account. At the end of the day, I only spend money on the cake from secret receipe and the present I got him and it made me broke... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24 doesn't make u more mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC04467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/DSC04467.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pressie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC04475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/DSC04475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after another 24 wrapper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC04484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/DSC04484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u will get a silly grin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC04486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/DSC04486.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something we always wanted, thus the broke part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC04490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/DSC04490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday deer !! i love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC04462.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/DSC04462.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-116081152496326540?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/116081152496326540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=116081152496326540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116081152496326540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/116081152496326540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuzzys-birthday.html' title='fuzzy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115951023242626809</id><published>2006-09-29T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:28:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MCH everytime also like this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p.s now i know what S means by knowing what is pukimak lanchiow&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/15667827-115951023242626809?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115951023242626809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115951023242626809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115951023242626809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115951023242626809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/wtf_29.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115943208534157901</id><published>2006-09-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:35:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been pretty hectic lately. Alot of assignments to complete plus the circle k outing that I'm organising. Quiz 2 is coming soon and with rescheduling due to the public holidays, lecture clashes with the outing. ahhh.... is getting abit out of hand lately. Stupid silly replacements, feel like not bothering with them. How am i going to attend the lecture while I'm the chairperson for the event? and members respons to the activity is bad although i limit it to 25 members. its ok, I'm not afraid, I stil can find people who is willing to go thats not a circle k member..felt like a dumb fark while respond is slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly thought have been sneaking into my head. I've thought of ways to loose weight (anything besides exercising) and it includes eating to your hearts content then feeling guilty while in the back of my mind, i had a fleeting moment of just going to the toilet and stuffing my index finger into the back of my throat. Life is so simple if that method don't have any complications. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; i could do it responsibly meaning mayb I do it once in a while and not everyday. Then i got scared of the fact that it &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; lead to bulimia. Starving or skipping lunch was another method but then ameba scared the shit out of me when he told me a friend if his was diagnosed with a hole in his stomach from not eating.. probably a bad case of ulcers which my grandpa died from. And while chomping on the mash potato i did a few days back while i kept it in the fridge, I really hope it will go bad and cause food poisoning so that by going to the toilet so frequently, I wont put on weight.. but then again, the mashed potato isn't bad so no diarrhorea. Yes, silly silly thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its thursday today.. Fuzzy promised me ice cream. he promised me for more than a month. It irritates me when i get empty promises. Its ok, I'm getting some ice cream today while he was so sweet to come to my house directly after reaching klang from penang last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i have finished doing one part of the assignment and i'm suppose to start on the other assignment, but boredom finally lead me here to blog. Guess what I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sripanwa.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yes, my dream house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; . Its cost an arm and leg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway according to my sister, I'm wols..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115943208534157901?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115943208534157901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115943208534157901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115943208534157901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115943208534157901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/lately.html' title='lately..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115911705363142280</id><published>2006-09-25T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:21:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moral of the story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2&gt;A friend forwarded this manga to me. Asked me what is the moral of the story below. Its taken from some taiwanese manga, not sure which one though. I heard about this joke before reading this. But of course its definately not from the manga. Its from the stand up comedy Eddie Murphy did in the 80's which fuzzy's so fond of. Manga's supposed to be read from the right to the left. Therefore read the column on the right and the speech bubble thats on your right first. Do tell me what's the moral of the story after reading this. enjoy !!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/10_078.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/10_079.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/10_080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115911705363142280?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115911705363142280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115911705363142280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115911705363142280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115911705363142280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/moral-of-story.html' title='moral of the story?'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115886043876933199</id><published>2006-09-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:28:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Its been some time since I have been writing here. Somehow I find that I have alot going on in me but I just can't seems to pen it down in words. Either I'm lazy or I'm just guarding my emotions so that certain people won't know what I am thinking about. It has become such an issue again, that somehow i thought of changing the url. I don't like people prying into my personal issues but then me writing down everything I feel on this blog seems an irony. I know I have readers. Uncle made a mistake one day by telling people that I have a blog on his multiply post. it was a privilleage i extended to him but everyone who reads his blog dropped by...sigh.Then I realised that there are more people reading my blog. Its weird because I have no idea who reads all my emo posts. Not having comments don't mean no one's reading. They just choose to keep quiet. The baggages I carry, I can't hide them anymore. My friends knows whats going on and sometimes when people look me in the eye, I really wonder what do they know about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;talking to a friend who think autocrat is the way  makes my blood boils. Doesn't he understand that there can be things like people who only focus on their own agenda? doesn't it hit him when the king itself is a person who is doing things his own way makes the people suffer? doesn't he thinks about the war when one person is trying to overthrown the other kingdom...everything is a "if". everything must be perfect in that world or not we are worst off. To him democracy is a lie... I dont get that lie. apart from not having freedom of speech here and only those with money talks. What about the corruption that the government is trying so hard to fight? What about the cops who have the "saya anti rasuah" badge pinned on them but then subtly hint you "wah, ini mahal tau..rm300".. what about us who so willingly suggest " macam mana abang? tolong lah kali ini" then slip a rm50 bill under his note book. Everwhere exist corruption. No matter how much we try to stop them, it takes two party to beat it. The agency theory exist here. Therefore if the government want to stop all this shitty stuff, monitoring and bonding cost exist. Bonding cost I don't really think it works... unless u have alot of money to spend on. Even the municiple council to get your plan approved, they want you to pay undertable money. Yes, we're out of the third world status, but stop having a third world mentality. bloody hell, cant even keep the river clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;On a lighter note..I cant believe people like this exist..corny pick up lines, stupid message thats a psychology game so that I will reply to it.. well, fuck you... i don't reply to that kind of message.. yes, my mood was bad...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My guess is that most men would probably judge you on your looks and think “holy cow! you're unapproachable and all” but I thought I'd give you the benefit of the doubt and see if you're friendly..hee..hee.. Hi, I'm Ram and nice to meet you :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cheers,Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;stupid fucked up message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fuzzy off to ipoh and penang for a week mayb more. Seems quite long. Maybe something will come along this weekend or not its pretty boring. Prom is next month, I'm still contemplating on whether I should go or not. It will be in Genting and it includes a night stay at the first world hotel. I was tempted to go the last time but since my main friends table is full, it feels weird sitting at another friends table whom I'm not so close with. 100 bucks per ticket, I could do alot more with the rm200 spend on tickets because its fuzzy's birthday that week. Still haven't think on what to get him for his birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;On a different scale, I get pissed with fuzzy at times. So much so, he gives me an assignment to review 10 good things in this relationship and 10 bad ones. I still haven't come about to doing that still... procrastinating..not like it had a dateline to it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115886043876933199?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115886043876933199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115886043876933199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115886043876933199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115886043876933199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/laziness.html' title='laziness'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115831473788712736</id><published>2006-09-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:12:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a series of dreams last night. I've no idea why do people dream but than mine was the utmost weird. I was marrying someone but then it wasn't my boyfried. It was someone I've never dated and it utterly pissed me off. And when I was woken up by a phone call, I went back to bed with another weird dream..being chased by an octopus on land. Wtf man... I've got a friend who has been trying to dream of me this past few days without success because he dreamt of me the other day and it was such a wonderful dream he wanted it to continue.. yes, sounds so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I had french fries delievery about mid night. Am trying so hard to starve myself but it was unsuccessful. I just  cant say no to frenhc fries. I have a 10 course chinese wedding dinner this sunday, the task seems very daunting. Its not my friends wedding, not my relative wedding either.. it was someone else's relative. Feels weird why I was forced to go. I've put on 2 kg and my BMI shows that i'm still underweight ... its just that the thing has made me go towards the normal scale and i loathe that. Things would have been much rosier if two best friends of mine thinks I still look ok but when they complain that I put on weight and I'm fat it turns me into a diet freak. liquid diet for lunch. cut down on dinner and no breakfast. Maybe I should go to a doctor and get a prescription for Reductil  that surpressed one's appetite or maybe I could go into the drama queen mode that will also cause me to loose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alot of my classmates have a job waiting for them once they finish their studies at taylors. Of course they wont have much problem in finding a job as they score without fail at least 3 distinction  out of 4 subject where the latter is most probably a higher distinction. I on the other hand can see why ameba was fussing about the job search after he graduate. The job market is a bitch. Either one knows what they want to do or someone like me who don't know and don't give a damn because she hates what she's studying and majoring in. I have two bloody majors and I hate both of them. Yes, who don't want to work in a MNC? who don't want to work for the big 4 accounting firm? Who don't want to be paid above RM2k per month? I've a friend who told me that its how much a degree student should get paid. But why when i was working in a public listed company, they were belittling this lady who holds a degree but doing a job of just a clerk? She gets a executive pay but was not in the favour of her bosses. Life is a bitch, getting a good job and a good pay is something one would have to fight with the rest of the graduates that flood the job market. I see nothing in me that would give me the edge as I'm just credit and pass student. In the mean time, I shall not be bothered about the job as I still have subjects and assignments to bother about. I still have to worry about loosing that 2kg to make my life abit more brighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115831473788712736?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115831473788712736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115831473788712736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115831473788712736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115831473788712736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115799384109198206</id><published>2006-09-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:35:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la di da..</title><content type='html'>I'm on holiday now.. feels much less of a holiday week already. Getting pretty boring slocking over assignments rather than thinking of spending it doing nothing important like sleeping and lazing about. The routine is the same each time...mundane activities involved. Eat, sleep and shit.. somehow, i would love to skip the eat part. Not like I hate eating or anything, just trying to loose the bloody weight that everyone comment I have on me. Fucking trying to please everyone don't work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to a ruckus..bloody revonation is taking place and it includes the upstairs near my bed room. Its getting to be pretty irratitating.. I should have just taken up the offer to sleep at fuzzy's place. mch... damn irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun last saturday with my friends. It was a mistake wearing bloody high heels. Either that or  I'm too old for high heels. hahahhaha... pictures will be up if i get them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need to do the outing i been so busy to attend to.. the orphanage thigny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115799384109198206?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115799384109198206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115799384109198206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115799384109198206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115799384109198206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-di-da.html' title='la di da..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115719467100287555</id><published>2006-09-02T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T07:03:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adaware virus infection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My computer as window's security is trying to tell me that, its been infected with virus that will give the hacker all those unsecure password information. To me, I thought as i don't ask the system to remember any of my password I was safe. yeah yeah...proves that i'm comp IT illiterate. I didnt know that each time we log into some unsecure web connection, the computer stores it down somewhere so if someone hacks into it, they have access to all my daily log-in activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My sis on the other hand was having sleepless nights because of that pop up that i was ignorant. She was doing the whole system check virus removal thingy and because she plays or rather adores that bloody maple story game was so afraid that the hacker(if there is any) will use her account and steal all her stuff, her mesos and all her assets. She was hoping that he does not have interest in maple while i was telling her at 4am that the hacker can sell off the password. hahah... still after all that virus thingy check, windows still tells us that it still have that virus and its still not removed. That means we gotta reformat the bloody system which is a pain in the ass... I got so much things I need to back up while I'm more concerned about my mid sem exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;While my sis was updating the free virus software, her friend told her that she don't have to do that. All she need to do was just to go register for a anti virus pack for the free 3months trial. After 3 months is over then all she gotta do is just tell them you don't wanna continue and the reinstall another 3 months pack for free while just changing the time so that their system cannot detect your computer time. he's done it a few times with success. On one of the attempt, he discovered that he can't log in to his gmail account while gmail stating that "you're not registered" .... yeah, he changed his time to 1998 when he didnt have a gmail account so it has come to a conclusion that if its some time sensitive web page like gmail or live score who auto refresh the window for you, you cannot use that 3 months anti virus trial pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;after running the whole antivirus thing, there is still that window security pop up therefore at the moment each time my sis log onto maple to play she changed her password online. yesterday itself she changed it 4 times due to the unstable connection while fretting about the hacker stealing her stuff. She told me to back up her stuff, I told her i'll do it after exams which is after next thurs...which then i will have to start doing that bloody assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but then again at the moment.. alamak... exams...boring lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A great shout out to liOnheart cuz he got new gf, to ameba who is having his convo at johor this weekend..sorry I cant take up the offer to stay free with you guys as I'm having exams..it would have felt interesting/weird to stay with ur parents and cousin sis in the hotel, to luke who has invited me to join his convo at klcc next week, to ym who just celebrated her 21st b'day and to us who has just celebrated (or the lack off) our first year anniversary last month. If feels like time flew by and now one year is gone.  And also to uncle who will be having his convo dunno when.. congrats everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115719467100287555?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115719467100287555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115719467100287555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115719467100287555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115719467100287555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/09/adaware-virus-infection.html' title='adaware virus infection'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115692446468255832</id><published>2006-08-30T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:52:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah...the nick i hear about people sometimes are weird. Like when I call somone who is younger than me and have no blood ties "uncle". Off and on, he'll alwiz ask me whether i missed him cuz he's in aussie and i'm back here. Sometimes he's irritating, other times he's rude, often times it gets on my nerve when he repeats the same thing each time i come online on the pretext of me not missing him and he's very sad. hahahha... well, don't we all take our bro n sis for granted that at times you shout at them? well, i don't shout at my uncle but then when i get mean... I shoot him with words that he can't reply. Oh well, he also likes to shoot me with words too... and the last time he came back for a holiday.. he shoot me left, right and centre plus he was downright rude and while driving my mom's car and telling me her brakes are perfect. When i call him his name...he shoots me saying i'm downright rude and not adressing him by his given title esp when he goes like " you dont respect older ppl" ...yes, thats the time i'm speechless. I tot i was the older one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But with all the bad points, he's one when i look to for tips during exams... he's also the one when i feel bored I talk to... the one when i have a dilemma i go looking for him .At times the respond i get will somehow calm me down and cause me to ponder on what i did. He do make sense sometimes but when he's full of cock, he dont make what-so-ever sense. Somehow I love him but yet i hate him. Weird feeling lah..hard to describe. This post is dedicated to him.. my unofficial "uncle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s :sorry ah..cannot put up pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115692446468255832?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115692446468255832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115692446468255832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115692446468255832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115692446468255832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/uncle.html' title='uncle..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115598533452196480</id><published>2006-08-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:15:26.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a reply from my uncle... this is what he got to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;appreciate what u have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;make a decision n stay by it, if it is wrong, make corrections n learn from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;te future is not for us to think or see or even predict. do what ever u need to do NOW, every second counts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and stop bitching about the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;btw, wether fuzz is romantic or not, most important, are u happy being with him? are you who you think you are when with him? do you feel lighten if you talk to him about your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;keep the answers to urself, it is not important for me to know :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;--uncle-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;               --------------------x--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What uncle say its true. Although uncle is so engaged in playing that golf game that keeps him occupied.. he got a point here. Appreciation is the key word that i missed in everything. Should learn to stop bitching... and try to be happy instead. Its time people move on..so let it go. I'm just being selfish about it so, I'll have to be abit more generous. Don't let small things bother me..just focus on what's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;              --------------------x---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the most embarassing moment for someone i know was... when a lady walk up to her and asked her.." how much did you pay for your dentures ?" .. I know, I was bursting in laughter when I heard that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115598533452196480?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115598533452196480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115598533452196480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115598533452196480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115598533452196480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-nots.html' title='what nots'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115561546015203042</id><published>2006-08-15T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:23:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff99ff size=2&gt;Somehow, here I am at college typing something for my blog. I can't access blogger but then I could access photobucket. Its an ingenious way of going around to where I wanted. Yes, uncle...all i need now is a hug. Life is full of weird things. Sometimes it hits you at your face leaving you breathless from all the crap the world gives us. At times, you just don't know what should you do in life. Is it path A or path B? should i do or should I not do it? would my stance be different or should I stand by it? choices choices choices... Even lostsoul were asking me the other day while we were congregating for a drink at a commonplace that I should give it much thought on what is my plan for the near future. Is he the one or is he not the one? I try not to think so far but then again, the woman in me gave much thought into it. We have been through a good one year. Not much downs....or ups... quite stable. According to some sources... I should&amp;nbsp;cherish it. And giving much thought into it... yes, I should. I have just got to make up my mind to stick to this one and not think of anything or anyone else. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff99ff size=2&gt;Fuzzy is&amp;nbsp;not a romantic.. but then again, somehow it&amp;nbsp;didnt matter in this relationship. I learn from mistakes not to expect much and I think i'm faring quite good. At times it&amp;nbsp;do but then , brushing them aside and closing one eye works. Is&amp;nbsp;it because&amp;nbsp;I have less expectations from him&amp;nbsp;comparatively? Maybe or mayb not. We have not celebrated valentines due to time constraints, my birthday was with my friends and our anniversary was at macdonalds. Yes it&amp;nbsp; was lame... it was saddening but then it didnt bother me. Is it because I deemed him as someone not utterly important so I dont expect much from him or rather the I'm very much matured so this kinda events ain't that important anymore. I'm bothered it turned out to be something lame... fucking utterly lame somemore. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff99ff size=2&gt;Think of it, my blog doesnt hold any real substance. It has always been my space where I rant and bitch about everything that happen in my life. Its not about politics or other world issues but its about me. My cousin had blogged about politics and his scholorship was taken away from him. Blogging nowdays consists of stringent rules.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#ff99ff size=2&gt;Somehow, I realised that I have very little real friends. I have lots of hie and bye friends but when it comes to someone I really talk and share my thoughts with... I cant even name a handful. Weird really when alot of my friends think of me as the social bird. Anyway happy birthday to jan and all august babies.... I need a drink so ciow !!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115561546015203042?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115561546015203042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115561546015203042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115561546015203042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115561546015203042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/confused.html' title='confused?'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115528692902861921</id><published>2006-08-11T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:58:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>issues..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Birds singin' in the sycamore tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Still craving your kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just saying this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; ------ piano ------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Still craving your kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just saying this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;          ------------------x-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, uncle has started fiction writing and somehow I got confused with the characters in his plot. I think he involved too many people or rather introduced them all too suddenly and very much in detail. It gives me the headache to read them... or maybe I read them in the middle of the night. On the other hand, with my deepest attitude...I wanna thank him for helping me find the relevant information... It was my fault for not reading carefully what the question wanted as I was going on and on about not getting the information I neeeded. Thanks to you, I saved alot of trouble surfing for more info. Thank you , thank you and thank you uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Motivation seems like a lack of lately. It has come to a point whereby I spend my whole day sleeping before using up my reserved over the first 3 days of college and then another 2 days of the week recuperating. I know, the lazy bum in me recognise the need to exercise so that I am not lethargic but then the laziness in me overwhelmed me completely that the only exercise i get is while I'm talking or walking to college for that 15minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took a look at my shoe rack.. I realised that, my shoe collection if pretty daff. 3 pair of sneakers, 2 flats, 2 party shoes, 1 normal heels, 1 formal black heels, 1 ankle boots at a weird shade from Esprit &lt;yes,&gt; and i realise that, I dont have enough party shoes high enough to walk in and then feel the ache in my knees and heels. Yes, girls are pretty stupid when they can die walking in a pair of heels that is drop dead georgeous but bleeds and cuts into your flesh. Its either that or you pay through your nose for a comfortable ugly looking aunty shoes. Then again, if you are willing to pay abit more than the usual rm60 a pair of shoes to an upgrade of rm150 and above, I am pretty sure..you get abit more comfort from the pair of heels as its just a tad more branded.. Of course, I'm not talking about Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahniks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My collection of handbags is none existant... its so sad to look at them. When i start working, I'll get more decent shoes and handbags not to mention clothes and more clothes &lt;anything&gt;. The kiamsiap-ness in me will of course scream and show its tantrum but then again , the side of me where I want to pamper myself will show itself once a while. I wow to take control of that side. I guess, the circle of friends you mix with do play a part on you buying and spending your money. For instance, my best friend is a spendthrift. She thinks more of quantity rather than quality because you'll just wear it for a few years then discard them due to various reasons. I agree with her in alot of sense but then again, my another friend shows the difference one has when you wear a beautifully tailored skirt that will last you a decade if you don't put on weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to that issue of household consumption in the economic sense, when one has money to spend on himself, they will spend them on himself but then will only spend rm5 on a lets say bathing sponge or the evil fugly gaudy photo frame for a christmas pressie to his ex. Does that constitute getting back at each other? or does that shows that one is selfish and only care for oneself (wtf...why am i repeating myself?) Anyway, another good friend of mine told me that, never date a guy who is so stingy. She quote that because of her brother who is a stingy calculative poker . Of course I draw a fine line between stingy and something one could afford. Its understood when one cannot afford lavish gifts to shower upon your gf but then when one could afford a gucci bag for himself and cannot even treat his girlfriend, tsk tsk tsk..shame on you ( yeah yeah..sounds so familiar huh..william lah who else) . Anyway as a student I will always have monetary constraints or like a firm in financial distress. I understand when one paktoh as a student, you cannot afford to shower your gf with pressies and no, Im not bitching about fuzzy. On another note, I hate it when one of your good friend spend rm8 on a photo frame for christmas for you. WFT man, I hate those pressies. I rather not receive them than trying to get rid of them afterwards. Just get me a card or a stalk of rose that cost Rm1.50 or something, at least I will keep those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah yeah, call me a money minded bitch or something. How much one tries to deny the fact that its not important, then tell me people...what do you eat if you don't have money? sand and grass for lunch and dinner? hypocrite in the making...thats what i call you. It is important in a sense but then not everything money can buy I admit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: I have no idea why I bitch this way today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115528692902861921?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115528692902861921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115528692902861921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115528692902861921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115528692902861921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/issues.html' title='issues..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115495441839597737</id><published>2006-08-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:46:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long time..</title><content type='html'>Its been such a long time since I last wrote something here besides those pictures. Somehow, each time I type something down..I'm constantly reminded of the fact that I am revealing my private life into words that could be read by anyone who have internet access. I was also told by another person that its dangerous.. At times, I can't help but rant online. How much could a friend sit and listen? Although I know this space is not a someone who could give me the feedback but then its still an outlet for me to rant and bitch incessantly about anything that strikes my fancy. I've even got the ultimatum when my best friend wasn't too keen on me dating fuzzy that if anything were to happen, I shall not moan and groan to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one year passes by so fast. Its literally by a blink of an eye. It seems like yesterday only i stepped into TBS and yes, alot of my friends remember that during orientation I got someone to tagged along. hhahah... and now look at me, I've grown and I've comed to called TBS my college whereby just 3 years ago it was a foreign place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that life is so different from TAR college. It was a place where we got to walk far to reach another block and walking out of campus to eat was a bloody chore. Here in Taylors, we gotta put up with expensive food and it sucks. Friends here are different. Most of them speaks in english which I'm comfortable at although they prefer to speak among themselves in mandarin or whatever language they are more fluent in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off now to hunt for manga. So, to my uncle... congratulations in graduating and work hard to turn into a semi pro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115495441839597737?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115495441839597737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115495441839597737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115495441839597737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115495441839597737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-long-time.html' title='long long time..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115451705618380137</id><published>2006-08-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:10:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lang tengah idylic lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Holiday at Lang Tengah was somewhat an experience one would not forget. Beautiful corals and beautiful marine life. The 8 hour bus ride was quickly forgotten. Anyway our bus run a slight glitch and pit stop for nearly an hour but still we make it to Kuala Terengganu in the 8 hour mark. Just image how fast he must be driving after that one hour stop. 3 days 2 nights was actually at 2days 2nights because we left the island on the 3rd day at 8.30am.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;A fishing boat off the island at sunset. In this side of Lang tengah, we could only see the sunset and not the sunrise as sunrise is on the other side of the island.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It has crystal clear waters on its shoreline itself and its protected by the marine park laws. We were feeding the fishes near the shoreline with bread.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Its in the morning and the tide is still high..It covers the small jetty the resort have.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the evening, playing with the camera functions. Thanks to him I have shadow of his hands on my face.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One whole day of snorkling and this is what u get, a tired fuzzy nodding off at the table. hahaha..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Using corals... they were aplenty on the shoreline. Literally littered with corals that walking on the sand somehow was a challenge without the incessant "ouch" every two step&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;holding hands by the big rock &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Caught him at the moment. The other side of the beach from where we stayed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;After one day, I have a nice tan.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;cam whoring ...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;On the jetty... uncle, this is for u...I don't owe u anything ok..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;My graffitti on the sand in black and white.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;another resort on the other side of the island.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;It was a beautiful island with a wide range of fishes and corals. The fine white powdered sand was littered with corals as the shoreline was filled with corals. Give it another 100 years, those dead corals will be fine powdered sand. The ride back from the island on the open top speed boat was scarry. We nearly toppled into the water a few times... And it did cross my mind wat happen if I were to be flung out into the sea.. Not a very good immagination I have. Scary though.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sigh... I want another island trip and an all weather olympus digital camera so i can take it down with me while I snorkle&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115451705618380137?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115451705618380137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115451705618380137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115451705618380137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115451705618380137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/lang-tengah-idylic-lifestyle.html' title='lang tengah idylic lifestyle'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115375347425456510</id><published>2006-07-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:55:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mega sale started &lt;splurge,&gt;... and of course, I dragged my friends from church for this trip. Decided to go shopping with them as Kim was pretty interested to splurge and the shopping queen seems like the other one to drag along. Since FC has nothing better to do, he decided to tag along for a bit of a time wasting session &lt;yes,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fc came late... yes, he promised me 9.30 but then only at that time he woke up. Yes, there goes my first pit stop at the shoe store trying to purchased something. I still did, but then again, by 10.45am, the shop was thronged with people. Yes, where does everyone come from. first purchase of the day was a beautiful pair of shoe. Am feeling very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next pit stop was at MNG... too many clothes to even begin with. Everyone was having a field day trying on something. Spend almost half and hour here sifting through racks. Bought a party black top. It look so retro and chic. Wow, two shops and I already have two item. double bonus.. time to pick up speed or else cannot finish walking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, the shop opposite..Zara. Walk through and shifted through. Nothing interesting caught my eyes. The prices aren't that cheap compared to the previous shop. pretty dissapointed that I didnt see any interesting thing here. The same when I was in top shop and in Miss Selfridge. But after I went through the racks at top shop, I went to the  sunglasses rack. Since the ladies rack was full of people, I went to the guys rack and started to put it on. I look good in topman's sunnies. Yes, somehow I look good in them all. Contemplating on whether I should buy it or not.. In the end, RM75 on a pair of sunnies from Topshop ain't worth it. Will buy one cool one when I start to work and can afford to spend more. or mayb I should go to petaling street and buy one at a cheap price. yeah..but I'm afraid of the traders there :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into esprit and contemplated buying that handbag. Rm100 i know its cheap but then again... FC started to harp about lunch. Decided to sit on that over lunch which I barely did. At a quick one and then back to the shoppin excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk and walk ...and then walked into Nautica because Fc was looking at something. And then shopping queen showed me something and I tried the jacket on... it has a 40% tag from a RM255 price tag.. wow...a good one...Tried on one size up and then one size down.. contemplated for less than 5 minutes of trying and decided I MUST HAVE IT !!. Walk somemore... check into my purse and the horror I saw... left with only RM80. Walked into La Senza as there was sales... bought some undies.. Can't afford to buy anything after that but i still window shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I was carrying lots of paper bags with one satified smile pasted on my face. Too bad, no pictures was taken on how all of us shopped. It was like donating money to those shops. Yes, one shoe is never enough, one top is never enough.. one handbag is never enough. Not enough money got la. Rm300 poorer:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115375347425456510?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115375347425456510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115375347425456510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115375347425456510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115375347425456510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/mega-sale-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115332119796876528</id><published>2006-07-19T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:52:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Being a part of the Milo cruisers &amp;lt;yes..thats what the company calls us and thats how we address ourselves&amp;gt; was an eye opening experience. It is somewhat a joy to go to work although most of our time is spend on the road working or standing listening to the half an hour song repetitively. I realised that once I worked in a certain company, I tend to&amp;nbsp;pay more attention to that product in the consumer market. I became a great milo detector in coffee shops or in mamaks. My team leader is this guy from my primary school, so yes...he was my classmates. I remember him as somewhat chubby, don't really mixed around with us and also him being just another person in class... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7120087.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;my primary school classmate with&amp;nbsp;the beloved truck&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7120078.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;like some advert only... yeah, posers huh&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7120070.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this is what happen when you don't have customer and you try to fill up your time with usefull stuff&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7120067.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this campaign is being replaced with another after the world cup ended.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7120064.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;was told to give a candid shot..and this is what we did.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7120053.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;another one of candid we did..think i scare her off&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7100094.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;after work at lotus binjai..one happening place. a definate must go for a mamak hangout&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7100067.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the kids in kuala selangor came out to play. There were hordes of them.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7090037.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;when our captain was trying to make the truck more presentable.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7080034.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we gave out alot of stickers..this guys does it by sticking it onto his forehead.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7070040.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;when i was put in charged of the games that night.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7070005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;while they were having breakfast...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a211/crazymgsgirl/P7070001.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At least i didnt have to wear a skirt. Even without one, I've got stalker on my heels&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115332119796876528?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115332119796876528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115332119796876528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115332119796876528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115332119796876528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-part-of-milo-cruisers-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115312173753914587</id><published>2006-07-17T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:30:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of my holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fuzzy's ah ma passed away on saturday night. It isn't really his grandma but it was his nanny and she used to spoil him to the hilt. Somehow I only got his sms on Sunday morning and he was already at Ipoh working for some event. He got home on monday morning at 1am and picked me up to attend the wake. Spend a few hours talking to his uncle and then went back to bed as I got class at 10am later. Couldnt make it for the funeral and cremation session but then again, I wouldnt fit into the whole ceremony thing as I can't light a joss stick or even do all that things a chinese funeral usually have. I've been to his granny house only 3 times and each time I see her, she can't remember who am I plus she gives him a long lecture on concerntrating on his studies first and paktoh should only come later in front of me.. But then again, I don't blame her... my mom used to give me that kind of lecture throughout secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On a lighter note, I started college with my mom sending me to college so that she can pay the fees of the new semester and my aunt's driver picking me up with a metallic beamer so that I could join them for lunch at a nearby shopping centre. My mom at some shoe shop purchasing one very expensive shoe and some insoles for a grand total of rm700 and then eating my guts out at sakae sushi with my aunties. Tumpang glamour today cost me nothing.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I told my friend about the things that happened last semester between she and her best friends. I've already told them last semester that they need to sort out what happened between them cuz its not possible to avoid each other throughout the semester. I suppose, her friends not teling her anything and it came out from me must have hurt her alot. I ended up telling her while I'm closer to her bf must seems kinda weird. But i suppose I should clear up the air abit so that there is room for improvement for everyone. I'm sorry susu, if what i said hurt you. I'm sorry that your friends ended up treating you that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A friend of mine ended his 6 months relationship with his gf because he's going to uk to study while she wants to have an engagement now before getting married at 25 while after graduating and doing his masters and bar he's 24. He told me he cannot commit..not at the moment anyway. Sigh, to a woman, 25-27 is her prime. She of course wants to look good in her wedding dress, on her wedding day. Fuzzy asked for my email password and he saw tonnes of letters from my ex that i was still keeping.. he blew his top, got pissed and draw up some pretty much interesting conclusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;highlight for this year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- zidane's headbutt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- lang tengah trip next week ..woo hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- i need a new hp..when i get a new job la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115312173753914587?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115312173753914587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115312173753914587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115312173753914587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115312173753914587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-my-holidays.html' title='end of my holidays'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115272418558674021</id><published>2006-07-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:09:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the kuala selangor trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm, one final day tomorrow but still here I am blogging. Somehow, I shall miss this job but then at the same time... it will be a welcome break. Now i think i like to do this kinda job while I can and maybe do this kinda job till i get really really bored. Classes will be starting next week with block lectures to attend. I will miss the excursion with this bunch of people. A crazy bunch no doubt where food is concerned, we eat none stop. The last outlet at kuala selangor was quiet..no one there and therefore we took the opportunity to pose for pictures for the milo truck before its changed to another project. Pictures will be up once I get them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I recommended fuzzy a job so last week and he went to malacca and this weekend he will be at ipoh. Given me the chance, I would love to do that job as it pays well. hahahha. Doulos is decked in port Klang and I wanted to go, but this two weeks I seem pretty busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I tried driving the milo cruiser,  but then my legs are too short and the seat cant go further to the front.. I gotta lean towards the stearing wheel and I have a problem with turning at small roads. The engine died on me twice...yes, so memalukan...hahha... and the fact that I only drove 10meters from min yi's house :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;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/15667827-115272418558674021?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115272418558674021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115272418558674021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115272418558674021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115272418558674021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-kuala-selangor-trip.html' title='the end of the kuala selangor trip'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115263891377911216</id><published>2006-07-12T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:28:33.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One weird shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I passed my exams... thank god for that. One more semester to go before I brave the working world. Work this holiday is fun... I get to travel with crazy people, meet crazy people and also give out freebies.. Somehow, chinese are the sceptic type that don't want to hear a word that I say, the malays and indians are a more tolerant race. I meet people from all places, I realise that the more rural area I travelled, I get to meet people that are eager to talk to you and kl people are a bunch of snobs. Kids get excited seeing our truck and thank god I don't have to wear a skirt as with long track suit but the downside to wearing a track suit is the heat... unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meeting wacko on our escapade is the norm that somehow I can't get used to the situation. I meet people from all sorts of life to all sorts of people. A bunch of kids in Ijok goes through great length cycling their bicycle to get to our next outlet to play with us. They bought a cup of milo and then even more and more untill I really find that its a waste of their money. Some even drag their grandparents along.. In this rural area, I somehow think that their disposal income is less than that of those in the city and a cup of milo at the mamak is certainly cheap compared to KL though to them its still a more expensive drink compared to tea. I was stalked by guys on motorbikes to our next outlet and those with more guts come up to me and ask for my number. One chinese fellar even asked me to sign on his cap &lt;yeah...i&gt; another even insisted for a cap when I told him only the winner of the game is entitled for the cap saying he don't mind getting the cap I'm wearing with all my sweat and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hearing ricky martin as part of the blast out music is somewhat annoying after awhile.. especially you got to listen to it for the past one week everytime we go to an outlet. eating has been the cruiser part time job.. Our mouth never did stop munch.. the guy who stays in shah alam gets bullied the most cuz he stays so far away from us and it takes half an hour to get him in the truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway as time is running out, I shall stop here and catch up with my sleep...So good night peeps !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115263891377911216?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115263891377911216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115263891377911216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115263891377911216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115263891377911216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-weird-shit.html' title='One weird shit'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115220422501126984</id><published>2006-07-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:43:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work's ups and downs</title><content type='html'>hey people... its been two days since i go around and work. I suppose, two days...and its still fun and things aren't that bad. I've meet up with people that just cant buy milo drink from the coffee shop they're having their drink from and insist that they want the freebies we're giving out to those who drink milo.. when I do close one eye and give them something, they have the cheek to go about and say, one gift how to share among three? aih...somemore he added..."i don't want to be your friend edi" ... abit the childish for an old ah pek..but then again, we just ain't got enough and rules are rules... i've already given you the exception. He just send my blood to the boiling level and I walked away so that I don't have to scream at him. This roadshow, we meet lots of weird people..the best way to deal with them is just to somehow ignore their presence if they were to pester you to your annoyance. On the  other hand, if people do respond then it somehow makes they day better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I go..here's something to look at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNE2PqtkjnU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115220422501126984?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115220422501126984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115220422501126984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115220422501126984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115220422501126984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/works-ups-and-downs.html' title='work&apos;s ups and downs'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115200643521587830</id><published>2006-07-04T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:47:15.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays..with no trip included</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ah...not working for this holidays certainly has it perks. For once, it brings out the anime freak in me. I also enjoyed just staying up late till 5am doing nonsence like surfing, watching anime, reading and chatting. Anyway, I will be working this one week due to reasons like running out of cash and no, I don't own a cash cow. So, yes...back to menial labour once again..sigh !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hmm, bought a rip off adidas for rm40. I think its worth the penny I pay as I cant afford a real one. hahahah... probably after the work then i will go to the shoe shop and buy a drop dead georgeous heels. Or maybe splurge to on a pair of Aldo's or mayb i can go buy another handbag as I bought one from MNG and it was on sales and I saw this girl carry the exact same one in church which i told my father I'm not going to use that bag to church anymore. Yeah, what to do..this is what happens when a girl can't afford to buy Coach handbags. Everyone seems to own the same pair of handbag or shoes or dress   like you that when you go to a prom, you carry a spare evening gown in your car so that you don't bump into the exact same dress someone else is wearing.. yeah yeah, civilization turned me into a material biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, world cup... brazil is out, england was never a good team to begin with cuz they import alot of players from all over to play with them for their premier league and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's nearly a year and then mom and dad preassure me about fuzzy and not being a christian and all that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I got pretty pissed at the pasar malam ice cream queue. There isn't one and when you make one, people don't get the cue and cut your damn bloody line.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;my island trip is cancelled due to someone being not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm on talking terms with my good friend again but then again, its still on a "chill" basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;ahh...ran out of topic to talked about here...so, gtg peeps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115200643521587830?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115200643521587830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115200643521587830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115200643521587830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115200643521587830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/07/holidayswith-no-trip-included.html' title='holidays..with no trip included'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115126208244867014</id><published>2006-06-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:01:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatnots..</title><content type='html'>I went to see the penguin last saturday but then again all that4 jackass did was just posing in the aircond room. The just stand there and pose and wait untill the next itch comes so that they could then indulge in a healty dose of scratch so much so that it looks like Hollie my dog when they scratch behind their neck with their legs. I stood there 20min waiting for them to take a dip but then again all they did was pose, scratch themselves and preen their feathers. Anyway their species was the jackass penguin. Not exactly good looking but then again, its still a penguin. Not really a spectacular sight but then again, the penguins in langkawi was also doing nothing in their glass enclosure according to my friend that was at the underwater world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping at the mng sale. And yes, within half an hour i spend more than I should with all my conscience thrown out of the window. Grabbing, trying and then pilling it up at the counter with a contented person half and hour later walking out of the shop with a big shopping bag and I slapped myself later cuz I forgot to look at their shoes. But that mng is small compared to the one in midvalley. And now I have a nice urge to just go there and have a look... OOoooo.. not really good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of my favourite food, I can't list down one specific one. It depends on my mood and also what I feel like eating that day. But then again I came up with a random list while I was messaging fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. M&amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;2. Snickers&lt;br /&gt;3. McD french fries&lt;br /&gt;4. assam laksa&lt;br /&gt;5. some pasar malam ice cream sold by this old man that fuzzy claims he only works on that particular day of the week.bodoh betul la&lt;br /&gt;6. kuih koci - yes, everytime I asked the bloody stall, its always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;7. fried rice opposite fuzzy's house&lt;br /&gt;8. char siew pau/siew pau depending on mood&lt;br /&gt;9. mi hun ke&lt;br /&gt;10. kwon lou mi&lt;br /&gt;11. I can't think of any right now... brain's too slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after compiling a list, fuzzy sms-ed me back with the reply...thats a list of a fat woman's favourite food when asked for a favourite food. Insulting betul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/cat-hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right this kitty.. looks like hitler. I got this off a site that pays tribute to kitty that looks like hitler. hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115126208244867014?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115126208244867014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115126208244867014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115126208244867014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115126208244867014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/whatnots.html' title='whatnots..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-115063579539305632</id><published>2006-06-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:10:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;pssstt uncle.. i no more exams edi loh... yay!... now is the one month i'm looking for. To just do nothing and wake up late on the way of becoming a sloth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;anyway, at the same time.. I know I'm supose to go get a part time job or something. But i'm just too lazy to do it. One month holiday also my mom wants me to go to work.. Thats messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Watching bleach is fun. I like the plot and the characters. But then again, which hero of the show will loose.. so predictable. Ameba says reading the manga is better then the anime when the anime begin to show fillers so that the story line in manga will go far enough for then to produce more anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;now... i want to go for a well deserved holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115063579539305632?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115063579539305632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115063579539305632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115063579539305632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115063579539305632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams-are-over.html' title='exams are over'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115011634035512192</id><published>2006-06-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:11:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 words</title><content type='html'>...fuck it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115011634035512192?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115011634035512192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115011634035512192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115011634035512192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115011634035512192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-words.html' title='2 words'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-115002672420313527</id><published>2006-06-11T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:52:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;yeah...the title says it all. I have an exam tomorrow which I have no confidence in doing. Studying for that subject seems as though its a bloody chore. Too much to study and then again if I can't see what the issue, then i won't get marks for the crap I think its correct. Yes, I didn't like law in the first place thats why I'm not a law student. But of all things I don't know why accounting major like us are forced to study this subjec. Law is definately not my forte. Mine is sleeping and doing nothing in my spare time :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-115002672420313527?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/115002672420313527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=115002672420313527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115002672420313527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/115002672420313527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-shit.html' title='oh shit..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-114962660627467312</id><published>2006-06-07T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:59:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lack of update recently shows that either im neglecting this blog or I wonder what is going on in life that i need to blog about. This seems pretty mundane such that I spend alot more time studying for my finals. I hate exams... I hate work...Next best option is to be a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Im getting really lazy to dress up. To wear that pair of strappy heels I have, to wear that short micro mini skirt I used to adore or just dress up on sunday for church. I guess I was an enthusiastic in dressing up last time because 2 days a week stuck in a uniform and then comes sunday for dress up day. With college now, trying to choose an outfit that is comfortable and wont get me into trouble with perverts on the KTM or while walking to the train station is like a chore that comes sunday I have no mood to dress up. Strappy heels that i usually hunt while on shopping is being swapped with flats. I find that i dress decently in church or anywhere else rather than the spaghetti strap or the bare back that I so love very much when my daddy think its "not enough cloth material". yes, this girl is loosing her young side already.. just when im at the right age to wear it as my daily attire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the hind side, there are penguins in KL. Ah... yeah, I read about it just that someone went to confirm it :P. It was something that I planned to do, just as I planned to go to the zoo or go to aquaria KLCC or even petrosains or an island trip..that bugger beat me to it first as well. Well, at least there are penguins here in KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Came online to see where is ameba. He's probably sleeping already. Thoughts of sms-ing him occured but then again, its not that important. Will catch up with that organism another time. Holly Cole's playing in my head. Probably because of "Bleach" ending theme song. Cant see cK online too.. its been such a long time since I saw him.. He's also going to beat me to the island trip. Its not fair when I have to study while they go have fun. Haven't thought of where to go or shall I just go join circle k annual team building trip? It'll probably be in some jungle and not beside the beach. So much activities will leave me breathless and exhausted over the weekend and then rush like mad for lectures as the team building will commence once we settle in for classes and tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone's going to have a gf. I can smell it :). I'm glad but then at the same time I cant help but feel the apprehension of it. Rumours will start like bush fire but then again, rumours that has nothing to do with me. Penguin is beautiful so take care of her. Looks too fragile, so dun break someone's heart. 25 ain't that far away, I saw the look on your face when you talk about her. You lighted up like a light bulb literally. I hate to say this but I'm jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand getting attention from someone who just broke up seems not right. Its not like I can stop you from basking in that attention that you love. When the ex-gf spite me because I'm your good friend and ignores you because she's just hurt from that recent breakup. The fault isn't our or his or even her. It somehow boils down to the very fact that when people are in emotional distress just like when I'm in financial distress, we tend to rely on those that gives the attention that you need. We tend to divert the attention that once was yours to the new someone that maybe was conveniently arround. At this point in time, I also can't understand what I'm trying to say. The attention without the commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go shopping.. to just dissolve in bliss that i know would just be the right theraphy. But then again, no money so how to theraphy? yes,  I need theraphy.. where is the half past six psychologist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114962660627467312?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114962660627467312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114962660627467312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114962660627467312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114962660627467312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/updates.html' title='updates !!'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114918347193419543</id><published>2006-06-02T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:53:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam stress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Here i am in the middle of the exam study break blogging. Alot have been going through my mind lately. One of it is exams, how am i going to cope with the subject but sadly I have decided to let my emotions over ride my senses. It all started with the green eye monster again. Yes, I'm sure its getting pretty boring but then again, why do i care so much about the ex crush he had or the calls he made to her or when he got bored of reitterating that he loves me and no one else? somehow this minor setback has really really ruined my day. Yes i know i have priorities, I feel like i need to just have calm nerves right now and nothing seems to help. Pushing it to the back of the mind seems oni to help in the first few hours. Then it seems i cant really give in 100% anymore. Yes, this is scary... I know i have to study but here i am ranting about it. Its damn dumb really. anyway this is not helping... I think i going off them .. nites everybody !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114918347193419543?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114918347193419543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114918347193419543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114918347193419543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114918347193419543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/06/exam-stress.html' title='exam stress?'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-114846214281833138</id><published>2006-05-24T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:04:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollie my pet dog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/hollie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/hollie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hollie has many characters.. sometimes I can't help but liken her to a person. But she's my dog. She can shake hand. But then again, the lazy part of her would just ignore your "shake hand" statement. She prefer her left paw compared to the right one. Probably because we always use our right hand to shake her left paw. Oh, by the way...she can high five too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollie eats breakfast. She normally eats what my daddy eats because she insist she wants food early in the morning. So, she'll get a saucer of milk and a cream cracker. Its either a cream cracker or bread with marmalade. Yes, she's spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eats her dinner damn fast thinking that the faster she finished her food, the more food she will get. So to me, it looks like she's so greedy. Friends commented that maybe she''s still hungry. Well, I like to think that she's already full because her hobby after eating is spending quality time in the front porch barking at the neighbours or passerby. If she gets too excited, she barks at them till she vomit her dinner out. Then she will contemplate on whether to eat her dinner back or just leave it there for me to clean. Usually she does the earlier and saves my time from cleaning up after her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She likes to ask for tummy rubs when we insist that she goes back into her cage to retire early for bed. Somehow she thinks it will prolong her time outside. She also has her temper throwing session. That happens when we dont give her what she wants and she prefer to be left alone in the airwell and slams the door shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh by the way, from the picture above..she looks like a poser. Just had her bath :P. To my mama, Hollie is a smart girl. Mum talks to her as though she's a baby. She's afraid of heights. Therefore we always punish her on the chair to keep her quiet. Even while taking her bath, she runs around the shower stall and will bark at you if the water isn't warm enough. Therefore while bathing she will be punish on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, a standard 6 essay :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114846214281833138?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114846214281833138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114846214281833138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114846214281833138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114846214281833138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/hollie-my-pet-dog.html' title='Hollie my pet dog.'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114836630403635106</id><published>2006-05-23T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:43:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just finished a hectic week of assignments dateline. It was one unforgettable week. A week where i didnt have enough rest, a week where my dreams consists of doing assignments and rushing it..while in the end getting a "zero mark" and whereby a it was a totally screwed up week whereby my friend broke down and cry because she got dump with a stupid reasons. Anyway, screw that guy...not worth a second thought. You'll do better next time. Coming home tired everyday of the week, going to college in an ungodly hour while I have no class is not a welcoming fact. Forgotten to eat lunch, was a plus side of rushing for dateline. Anyway, I see not difference in weight loss either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My uncle has dateline to meet this week. Yes, sydney is in a totally complete different week. We their counterparts in Malaysia is a week faster than what they are doing. To my uncle, all the best in catching up with datelines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I hate exams. Maybe because, I'm not too prepared for it. Maybe its due to the fact that at times I don't understand what i studied. Already I'm struggling to do one degree with two different majors, I wonder how those who studies 4 degrees in just 4 years. Yes, I think they're just not normal. Don't they face pressure? Don't they do other stuff other than studying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;life.... Oh, forgot to mention, I have no life lately. Except from watching tv at night or rather trying to multitask between watching tv and doing assignments. Now I know i need to give my best in revisions.. but on the other hand, I procrastinate in doing stuff. But then again, when I go to work I hate my boss, I hate the fact that I gotta do menial labour for 8 hours and then go home feeling all tired and beat up. Wow... what I want in this life anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My samsung mobile phone is being replaced by a nokia that cant even scroll through the phone book while I have someone on the line. muahahha... its blue screen and I believe the model is a 1110. plus side of this phone, I dropped it a hundred times due to carelessness and its still working fine. Besides, it has a torchlight so no more gropping in the dark. Who's phone is that anyway? not mine... and no, I didnt pick it up from somewhere. Borrowed it for awhile untill I can afford a decent one. My old samsung phone lcd screen went blank again. wow.. in just a mere span of 1 and half year. i think they produce good phone with superb polyphonics ring tones, beautiful screen pixels and a flip phone..but then again... if it always shows a blank screen and the programs hang.. its a wonderful waste of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hollie my pekingneese is sick this few days. She's not herself when my mom goes out to the local sundry shop and she refuses to tag along for a car ride. She hid under the other car instead and whine as though she's in pain. Poor thing..hope she gets better soon. The decased Junior bullmastiff instead did jeremy a great cause of winning the LG photo contest second prize. At least he didnt die for nothing ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway, quote of the week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Guys promise u heaven and deliver nothing. If I knew that this would happen, I wouldnt have given him a chance. It was my mistake to trust him. If only I knew this would happen "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114836630403635106?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114836630403635106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114836630403635106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114836630403635106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114836630403635106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/exam-again.html' title='exam again..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114706590735063536</id><published>2006-05-08T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:28:02.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know its been such a long time since I last update this. Probably because, I can't seems to find something to share here or its because I've been lazy. On the other hand, I have limited time on the computer. Almost all the time is being occupied by my brother and father. Yes, what a good excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing changes since I last shared that I have alot of assignments to complete. Progress have been a snail's pace. The lazy bone in me is taking a toll over all other rationalities. Probably the procrastination factor also plays a part. I seems to be doing my assignment all the time but then again, with no results.  Life is mundane lately. Can't wait till I have my holidays. But holidays will be due before the datelines and exams stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuzzy is in Kuantan this whole week. For what u wonder? work I suppose and at the same time, to see his childhood friend. On the other hand, 2 of my best buddies' birthday came and go without a celebration. Oh well, happy birthday to Albert and cK.. all the best you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a surprise the other day. It was under my pillow.. hahaha... no, not a bed bug or a hamster lying underneath for it to get crushed. It was a necklace..in a beautiful box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not watch Ultra violet. Its a waste of time and resources. I watched it on DVD the other day, all those vampires are just a bloody bunch of wasted time. It has bad story line, good kickass but make no sense fighting scene, gravity defying stunts on a motorbike and bodily transfer of fluid from vampire to human making the human a vampire instead. And no, bodily fluid transfer isnt about sex, its tears shed. Go watch it, then you'll understand.. but on the other hand, don't watch it, a waste of time lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the fondue house the other day. A very good concept but at a very steep price. It was fuzzy's friend birthday. And I was dragged along because ... I was dragged there. Anyway, this is getting abit boring already. so, gtg people... till the next post :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114706590735063536?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114706590735063536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114706590735063536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114706590735063536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114706590735063536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/etc.html' title='etc'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114593941342575426</id><published>2006-04-25T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:41:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its been some time since i blog. I suppose, due to the unavailability of the computer or mainly broadband to another computer that causes this hiatus. My dad, bro and sis is hogging the computer due to the fact that all of them are bumming at home with nothing much to do except to go online and waste their time there. I even have to reason with them if i needed to use the internet for my assignment purposes. I just think its so unfair as my younger sibblings are just going online to play that blasted maple story. Their addiction is getting out of hand. At level 68 with a bloody panda called Hans..its just getting longer for them to level up hence the unlimited amount of time they sit in front of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Assignments aint getting any better.. I seriously think life at college isn't that all great. But then again, the lazy me would bitch about the daily routine at work..tutorial question also pose a challenge to me.. why cant life be abit more simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This relationship and my previous relationship has alot of difference. We spend time doing alot of our own stuff as each one of us is pretty busy with their assignments and exams. Walking in the shopping mall seems like a luxury one cannot afford due to time constraints. We hardly talk on the phone.. we sms alot i suppose and the fact that he's just a 10min drive away makes us lax in that area. Or maybe i think that... phone conversation was just something childish to waste one's time and funds on? Anyway too much phone conversation everyday also makes the other person bored and find excuses not to talk.. I had first hand experience on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway fuzzy is blur.. he dont get hints... sometimes he does, and the time is when i tell him wat exactly i want from him. He even gave me an analogy on how should he should be told. "I should be more assertive and don't wait for him to do it. I should just twist his ears and tell him thats what i want". wow..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;On the other hand, mom still calls him a "Friend" yes, their denial is still on. I suppose it will still be around untill he became a christian.. I  know uncle, you just hate to hear that huh.. sorry lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway, no one said you didnt do your assignment la.. Just tell you that you should utilize your time. haahha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;p.s. Mr Lee, no night classes still can ponteng church huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114593941342575426?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114593941342575426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114593941342575426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114593941342575426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114593941342575426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/recently.html' title='Recently..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114546520762192939</id><published>2006-04-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:40:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finish an assignment. One down, another four more to go... its like a never ending viscious cycle. Anyhow, after assignments, it will be time for another round of exams... damn, i hate this part of being a college student. I spend the whole mid sem break in college doing that bloody assignment. I need a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; break.. not a break to complete assignments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant accept job offers because i have datelines to meet and its all cramped up in 2 weeks.  Not two weeks time of course, at the begining of may, which is soon anyway.. ah...crap.. i dont even have time to go and have a hair cut. Probably i will cut it short n change my image? we'll see about that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to my uncle, all the best with ur site.. do your assignments la...time is better spent that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114546520762192939?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114546520762192939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114546520762192939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114546520762192939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114546520762192939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/assignments.html' title='assignments'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114480608434625707</id><published>2006-04-13T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:29:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mid semester break i spend it doing my assignment. Its a twisted one because its tough. Its a challenge to every group because everyone's figure wont be the same. Its even more twisted when my group consists of only 3 members. I supppose thats due to my brilliant idea, all of us have more work to do...but then again, we won't be on the loosing end..much to learn from this assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------X----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever thought of what good moments you've experienced in your life? was it a holiday or was it just a good time with someone you love. Was it more like a convenient cause or because its meant to be? a friend of mine says "good thing doesn't last" , is that why after 20 over years of marriage, my parents don't hold each other's hands? is it because after 20 years of marriage... they argue and bicker on a weekly basis? because good thing doesnt last..or was it because love just fades into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relationship turns bad, what does one do? When life fucks you up and gives you lemon what will you do? How do one overcome this hurt? limp around for a few months and then hope you'll recover or go on a self destructive mission which involves whatever the mind of yours can think off. I heard a good remedy... try to hate that someone.. hate that person with whatever you can muster off... the more you could muster that hatred, the better off you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just want to cry when things don't work our way. Dont work how we plan it to be. When one though that was the great big plan in life and then the "good thing doesnt last" comes into the picture... it somehow shows that in the end, what you've tried so hard to sustain will not work when one's too self absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I've been through the whole phase. Been there and done that. I've tried to hate a person, I succeeded but then again when you found the one you thought you love... its a difficult thing to do. No matter what, one would have a soft spot for them. If you manage to convince yourself that you hate that person so bloody much...congratulations.. one down, few more to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------X--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its weird to read what your boyfriend have to say about a crush or his hurt a few years back. Its weird that he can feel so much for that other person the same thing he's feeling for you now. It doesnt feel good that another person made him felt so much. it didnt exactly etched a smile on me to read that he felt all warm and fuzzy after that nice date.  He has so much past that it pales in comparison to what you or me even experiences before. Past that I left burried underneath untill I decided to dig it up and look at the compose. It felt as though the compose is not decomposing anyhow... its more like a plastic bag, compared to an organic stuff. A plastic bag that never fades into nothingness.&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;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;"there's something a bout beary that I can't quite understand my attractions to. One look at her, I melt a bit here and there, for no particular reasons...maybe her smile...maybe not...but I don't really care...as long as this electric still exist, I'm happy to go along with it. bless her small little smile.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... ahh.. fuck it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes ur ex-s are just your ex-s.. just like what nat was to you when you felt all comfortable with her.. just like how i am another person to you.. haha...humour me... Just like wat my friend say "good things doesn't last" IS IT? Does it not last because you fucking bail out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh.... 3.22am and I'm having an emotional rant online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114480608434625707?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114480608434625707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114480608434625707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114480608434625707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114480608434625707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/misc.html' title='misc..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-114435147643035285</id><published>2006-04-07T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:41:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been somewhat a long time since...i actually came online to chat. I know,my schedule just didnt permit leisure time. I was having exams and this coming week it will be my mid semester break. But as one would learn, sem break is somewhat for catcthing up with college assignments and more college assignments so somehow i will still have to travel down to subang for college assignments group meet up. yes, life is somehow...screwed this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, somehow im itching for a holiday. But then again, holiday while staying at home and a mom who nags all day... i rather go to college or something. yes, she's aso having a sem break next week... there goes my shopping escapade with my friends or rather lepaking activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair to a shade of copper... I'm not sure wat colour it would turn out but then again, I think I look like a fat lala. I cant believe when that Urban spaceman said he charged his friends for computer errands because he's rearing a pig. he sang "lembu oh lembu mengapa engkau gemuk...macam mana tak gemuk...selalu makan ais krim" ...yes...what an invitation to bite him !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to fraser's hill this saturday with his friends. And for some reason like cuz my "best fren" is going, and it will be a one night up there, I can't make it. I doubt my mom will allow anyway. Yes, being 23 and my freedom is still clutched under their palms... I hate that. How I wish I'm staying out now. Getting nagged at for small reason just make me wanna slam the door. And of course if i do that, theyll say im rebellious. yes, screwed.... cuz of the stupid asian mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm getting bored.. I suppose I will meet up with my old time friends... but then again, i gotta prepare for discussion on monday... AARRRRGGGHHHH... fuck life..fuck this boring boring screwed up life. I'm just getting bored of studying... i'm getting bored of how my parents nag... its after my exams...loosen up on me can anot? (no, cannot, its for our own good lah... bla bla bla &lt;--- screw that you know..screw that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, i know im suppose to honour them... but with so much bitterness in my heart... its somewhat a reluctant thing. Some how, I suppose...this phase will pass...nevermind... blame it on my PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114435147643035285?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114435147643035285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114435147643035285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114435147643035285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114435147643035285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/04/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114369384102326951</id><published>2006-03-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:56:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken firsts, our courteousy : NONE</title><content type='html'>While the market traders association is trying to promote chicken consumption at the market, I as a Malaysian felt utterly disgusted at how we malaysians acted upon the free birds that was on the table for consumption. Especially for those at &lt;a href=http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/3/28/nation/13791501&amp;sec=nation&gt;Malacca&lt;/a&gt;, all those free chicken pilled up on the table and all fears of bird flu are thrown out of the window. Those that were there rushed as though we had a famine in the country, We were not courteous at the table just as we are not courteous on the road. We became selfish and greedy people that one person pilled up their plates with 10 pieces of chicken. That within 10 minutes, nothing was left for those who were behind those first few that crowded the table. It was even more apparent that people "ta pau" by bringing plastic bags and filling it up to the brim for their extended family. The kiasu-ism was being so apparent that we aren't even remotely near to our neighbour down at the straits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the same type of event was held at &lt;a href=http://http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/3/29/nation/13800513&amp;sec=nation&gt;Penang&lt;/a&gt;. With their majority population being chinese and I though kiasu-ism was at its level best to compete with the Singaporeans, it was a timid affair with no rush whatsoever. People were even queing up for food not like our counter parts in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not belittling or being prejudice towards Malacca-nians because my best buddy is from Malacca. I'm just very disgusted by the fact that people rushed as though we had famine in the land. Or we are just very poor people that havent had even tasted chicken meat, even "ta-pau" for our extended family or "ta pau" to last us 3 square meals that day.I seriously do hope that those who rushed and pilled their plates up with 10 chicken or even "ta pau" a little too much are those who are needy or have no money to buy food and not just being greedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Malaysians claim to be courteous people, but when it comes to free food at the table, we throw our courteousy out of the window. We claim to be a rising nation but with courteousy like that we ain't rising anywhere. Even the homeless in America don't rush that way... they lined up for food every evening at the charity food organisation to feed them. I'm not looking up towards America... but I just can't help to compare when we are always potrayed as courteous. Buck up people, we ain't going anywhere with that kind of attitude that is apparent when free food is available (or even how we use our public toilets for the matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising nation my ass !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114369384102326951?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114369384102326951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114369384102326951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114369384102326951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114369384102326951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/chicken-firsts-our-courteousy-none.html' title='chicken firsts, our courteousy : NONE'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114369170825858287</id><published>2006-03-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:00:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*rants*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;oh...to my surprise when i open my email, I saw a post by eric on his journal. To be included in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericlew.multiply.com/journal/item/59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; while most of the time when we're talking online or even face to face, I would be very sarcastic to him and John, It gives me great pleasure to be his friend. hehehe... anyway Eric, I don't go to your journal, I normally receive updates on your journal via email and that makes reading much easier... thus, always lazy to comment because I gotta log in and all that...and since you bitch and rant about the no reply, I then realise I should link you from my blog and thus it makes viewing and leaving a reply easier (i hope!...but then again, NOT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;p.s eric, the printer now works fine when my brother printed some notes for his college. Just that it ran out of blue ink when he printed the pictures because its all yellow and red :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;---------------------------X---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*looks at the keyboard, looking for the rant button*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*found rant button, pressed it once*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;rant button didnt work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*pressed rant button harder and with more force this time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;it still don't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*pressed it continously and faster repetitively*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;system hangs with pop up stating *be gentle you asshole*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;arrrgghhhh.... contains emotions while *pressing rant button once*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;shouted "stupid system", while pulling hair off my scalp !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I cannot believe that I have a presentation and a law exam paper on the same day back to back while now I'm suppose to study for a finance subject that left me with black eye bags making me have the apperance of a raccoon while I just presented 3 law journals that I felt like I want to throw everything out of the window. I have not seen fuzzy for one and half week, it will soon adds up to two weeks due to the hectic schedule I got. Does him seeing me less, makes him love me less? *shrugs shoulder* probably not i suppose. Even with my mid sem holiday I so looked forward too, it leaves a bitter after taste in my mouth due to the fact that I have part A of a case study I'm suppose to hand in to our lecturer right back from the one week break. yes, that shows while we have no classes, we are given the opportunity to use it for assignsments !!&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/15667827-114369170825858287?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114369170825858287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114369170825858287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114369170825858287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114369170825858287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/rants.html' title='*rants*'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114331212452502628</id><published>2006-03-26T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:58:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>printer blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My blasted home printer has been giving me problem. It didn't kick up a fuss yesterday when my sister was using it. When I needed to print an important article, It kicked up a whole lot of fuss starting from not being able to print the whole document but just a few lines. I tried all sorts of troubleshooting method, but it didnt work. My sis and bro was too busy watching crocodile dundee on tv after a hearty 9 course meal at my cousin's wedding hence the "snake" mode. No one came to the rescue while the damsel(fat one)  was in distress.  In the end, I think I shall do the last minute print job in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to lostsoul and cK, I gained alot of weight. They of course being such good friends of mine slapped me with the statement "wow, you getting fat already huh. Whats your secret?" According to him, I became Chloe of the Smallville series. Yes, that means fat and flabby. My secret is snacking at 2am(studying) due to gastric pain. Yes, the moment I feel the piercing pain in my stomach, I stuffed my face with food. Sigh... plus the lunches I have with Luke twice a week and boys being boys insist on eating rice for lunch or not they will feel hungry an hour after lunch. Yes, people... I'm fat and I decide to cut down on my food because this lazy bum does not or is too lazy to exercise. I will cut lunch and have liquid diet, cut down on rice during dinner and drink water when I'm hungry in the middle of the night. Say good bye to french fries... to chocolates.. to my favourite coke cause of the high sugar content... and ice creams.. now I feel like crying ): I need to loose weight fast... I know whats the best remedy(breaking up with fuzzy), but lostsoul says don't punish him(lostsoul) just because I need to loose weight and its all because he's(fuzzy) the only one thats willing to drive when no one wats too... yes, jump on the bandwagon and milk the cow ... evil friends I got. Ahh...crap, loosing weight seems so easy last time..not now though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway John send me something online. According to him, this is the japanese version of porn dvd cover he saw somewhere online... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, pictures of pussy literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway John,.... alwiz say no to porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/Race17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/Race17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114331212452502628?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114331212452502628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114331212452502628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114331212452502628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114331212452502628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/printer-blues.html' title='printer blues'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114278757718971193</id><published>2006-03-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:14:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>error, mid sem exams and "coach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Technical error occur on friday. Due to unforseen circumstances, I can't view my blog so I sought help from fuzzy. Loo and behold, someone can't resist to sabotage my blog by adding his point of view in the previous post and claim he got a review for his Dota rates. I know since petrol has increase, everything has increase but of course, I haven't increase the rates for the Dota session or probably I shall insert a floor price for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------X----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My CFA mid sem test was this morning. I only had a 3 hour sleep and during that time, it felt like a 20 min nap. I studied for one whole week for this freaking subject... either im dumb or that paper was freaking tough. At the end of the 2 hour, i suppose i felt more relieved that its over and very exhausted as though my eyeball wants to roll out of its socket. Now, I have another 2 more paper, 3 more law journals and assignments to catch up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                          ------------------X---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuzzy gave me this... anyway not exactly fuzzy cuz someone else told him to choose one and take. Hehe... yeah, I wish it was a coach bag :) but then again, a bag can't be that small to fit into a small tiny box. Its a key chain anyway... a nice bling bling key chain that could substitute as a bling bling pendant when I need it to. But of course, bling bling pendant like what Usher or 50 cents wear is not my style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the box... I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/coach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the "bling bling" keychain studded with according to fuzzy, swarovski crystal. nah.. i dun think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/320/coach2.1.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I doubt I will use it as a keychain. I think is such a waste to use it as a key chain. So I suppose I'm gonna hang it &lt;s&gt;around my neck&lt;/s&gt; on my handbag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway my coach keychain, its a high end fake. hehehhe&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/15667827-114278757718971193?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114278757718971193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114278757718971193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114278757718971193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114278757718971193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/error-mid-sem-exams-and-coach.html' title='error, mid sem exams and &quot;coach&quot;'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114258928922797874</id><published>2006-03-17T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:47:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess I can relate to how complacency creeps into a relationship. While it's not a bad thing, it is certainly not the best of things that you hope your relationships will have. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Strengths: Understanding, Both likes ice-cream and silly movies about kids with who practice witchcraft, complacency."&lt;/span&gt; See? It doesn't sound good, other than the ice-cream bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it helps to know that she contantly reminds me that a relationship is not a car on an empty road, we can't simply let our hands go and let it steer itself down the highway of life. While most look at it as a weakness, an annoyance, I look at it as a sweet reminder that I'll always have to work for her love, because it works that way and this little things is what keeps me from forgetting the reason I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead doe, be yourself. I love you for who you are, not what you can or should be, I've told you that before. I know you'll do the same to me too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114258928922797874?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114258928922797874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114258928922797874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114258928922797874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114258928922797874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/boo.html' title='boo..'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114258633123399046</id><published>2006-03-17T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:48:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woman, watches and exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We are a pretty funny thing because no matter how much a guy knows us, they won't really know what's going on inside our head. A lot of little secrets hidden and the best part, if one hides it well..no worries about anyone finding out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When both you and your boyfriend compete for the same thing and when we(woman) loose, we become sore loosers. We feel incompetent and upset. We are jealous of his victory. I suppose, this don't just apply to woman, it also applies to man. But of course, everyone has a different approach to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when we are better than our partners we would then tell ourself that he's not stable, he don't give the reassurance I need or how can one rely on him or why I can't look up to him. Yes, we are somesort so hard to please and a worry wart. At times like this, I wonder why we can't make up our mind on what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week " I feel like an ant standing beside the elephant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;---------------------------X-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/Trias%2043mm%20XXL%20wUnitas%20handwound%20movement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now, this is an irritating watch. You cant get it here in Malaysia. And it probably cost a bomb I supposed. And no, I don't have this watch. It's stupid anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;----------------------------X--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My mid sem exam is coming one at a time. starting from next week onwards. Ah, so much for the student bliss of having more time for myself. This particular finance subject worries me. So much calculation to do just for one question and I have 3 of them, with additional 20MCQ. Law its like one long ass essay and not forgetting I have another 3 more journals due by the end of next week. yes, time passes so fast that we're now in week 6 of lecture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm scared of my exams. I always get scared of them. Nothing changes after being in the education system for 15 years. aarrRGGGHHHH !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.s : To both Jeremy and my brother, congrats for all those A's you guys got in your SPM exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.s: To fuzzy, your 2.50 rate for dota will be up for review to see whether it will be abolished or not. Get a good lawyer, like Dylan McDermott.&lt;br /&gt;&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/15667827-114258633123399046?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114258633123399046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114258633123399046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114258633123399046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114258633123399046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/woman-watches-and-exams.html' title='woman, watches and exams'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114163905329680589</id><published>2006-03-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:44:35.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday's wishes and what not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks everyone for your wishes during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheong hui - james - azah - stephanie - yuen chi - yen lee - keng aik - wei hern - kuhan - huey yon - yee mun - zaini - kai leung - kah kah - rainie - gerald - param - jan - koon tee - john - chee sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bunch of friends... thanks for spending a night with me on my birthday eve. Though its not a big loud party, having you guys there brighten up my night. Though it was not a romantic dinner for two, thanks fuzzy for brightening up my life by being there. To cK whom gladly borrrowed us his living room on his cavanzi couch, watching American Idol and sipping golden nectar through out the night.To Arun who brought his camera along, to lostsoul whom shared the cake and to bert whom came on the last few hours to make all this a blast. To the Mrs, at least u spoilt my night. Thanks for not turning up. I called you along because I didn't want you to find out from the rest that you're not invited. I treaet you as my best friend, but u screw it up. I'm so tired of justifying myself, from now on... as cK put it, just don't bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few pictures from the night thanks to Arun's laziness... I didnt get the whole thing. Just a few he deemed important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now, just as the clock tick towards midnight, I got a b'day cake thanks to the guys. And thanks to them, I got them all over my face. yes, cK..i heard u telling them to blame it on fuzzy. Yes, a bad picture of me and it looks as though someone punched me right in the face and I'm bleeding all over. I even have icing cream up my nose thanks to cK and his bright idea. Yes, this is what childhood friends do to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bloody Woman" this was cK's caption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC01272-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/DSC01272-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A group picture at 2.45am with bert literally passed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC01277-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/DSC01277-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An attempt to wake bert up brought us to this shot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/DSC01278-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/DSC01278-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me n cK with fuzzy's sunroof down. Yeah, we're cruising at 3 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/DSC01284-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me and fuzzy on the sunroof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/DSC01282-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;This year, my cake was not from the place that lostsoul claim to grant wishes. Its from the same place where my cake came from last year. I commented that it didnt grant my wish last year. But Lostsoul justified by saying it didnt grant what I wished for but I got what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Arun commented that Fuzzy drives a white boat, extra body kit and its tinted to the max that's not approved by jpj. I agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway people, guess what fuzzy got me this time..................that penguin got me another rock !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/Tempshot0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's a real one and my mom thinks I should not keep it. Too expensive and all the tied on implication that casual friends(yes, mum's in denial) should not accept such expensive and extravagant gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fuzzy's so sweet, he remembered when I told him that I want a rock for my wedding band... and no, we're not married plus he didnt propose. I'm sure he's broke now and its all because of me&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/15667827-114163905329680589?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114163905329680589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114163905329680589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114163905329680589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114163905329680589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthdays-wishes-and-what-not.html' title='birthday&apos;s wishes and what not'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-114137898177923065</id><published>2006-03-03T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:43:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love marachino red cherries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love mcDonald's french fries...nothing compares to it not even long john silvers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so gonna love bullying fuzzy's puppy..but no sign of the puppy yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or shall i demand for a hamster so that i can bully that little bugger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love snickers bar ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My birthday is coming soon ... while Eric wrote a meaningful post...i wrote this crap due to lame ideas on my brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people only post something on their blog when they are angry? People share more of their unhappy times compare to their good times. At this juncture... i felt hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114137898177923065?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114137898177923065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114137898177923065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114137898177923065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114137898177923065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/03/lame-post.html' title='lame post'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-114112255466260146</id><published>2006-02-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:29:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>public apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've removed the earlier post. Sorry for the confusion caused. Personal trauma not intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Petrol price hike up to 30cents per liter, our drinking water smells like shit and MU won the carling cup. Time to celebrate with a drink. Soon lostsoul...soon. Birthday coming soon as I'm way past the legal age of everything. Yes... go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114112255466260146?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114112255466260146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114112255466260146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114112255466260146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114112255466260146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/public-apology.html' title='public apology'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114041305722687818</id><published>2006-02-19T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:24:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my daddy !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;second year into retirement...does you no good. You're getting crankier somehow. All of us are trying very hard not to step on your toes..even the doggie. But anyhow...your still my dad.. and i do love you even how cranky you become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p.s. happy birthday Chui Chin. You got bf this year... celebration would be a better one thus !! it was nice bumping into you at my aunt's place last saturday. Im proud you did well after all this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114041305722687818?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114041305722687818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114041305722687818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114041305722687818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114041305722687818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/birthday.html' title='birthday...'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-114041107020043634</id><published>2006-02-17T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:53:29.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PD trip..long overdue post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soe passing me the fish he found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PD1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fishy... at PD..surprised huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/pd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/pd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunset here. not too bad actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/pd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/pd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew on the swing. A new way to use it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/pd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/pd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my pet..."don't look t-rex...its scary!! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/pd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/pd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"oh look...SUPERMAN!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/pd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/pd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was ages ago. It brought back fond memories. At least all of us had a good time. Lighting the barbecue pit was an hour's affair as we have no gasoline. hahahha.. all sorts of method was resorted to. leaves, tealight candles...burning newspapers...towels... using olive oil just to get fire... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s : i got a penguin with a rock for valentines ... but i wanted a REAL one !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114041107020043634?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114041107020043634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114041107020043634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114041107020043634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114041107020043634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/pd-triplong-overdue-post.html' title='PD trip..long overdue post'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114041262778431036</id><published>2006-02-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:17:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking... to mid valley after class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sue Ann, John and Eric decided to walk on thurs to fill up our boredom. I was invited to join this lost cause. I took this opportunity as its been ages since I last walk to anywhere except to college. We decided to do it on thurs after class... and eric will meet us at college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Walk started at 11am after breakfast at Rafi. Walked from SS15 towards the subang jaya lake onto federal highway. we walked up till setia jaya ktm station..down to the guiness factory and decided to take the NPE to cheras. walked all along the NPE... then after 3 hours of walking.. we decided to stop for lunch at steven's corner in O.U.G. yes, thanks to Eric's wonderful idea...we spend an extra of one and half hours walking towards mid valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I abandoned all idea of walking to Cheras. After 3 hours of walking and complaining... and 50minutes of lunch pit stop in an aircond area, I decided the most I wanted to walk to was Mid valley and no more than that. Sue Ann even suggested upon reachin federal highway after a one hour fourty minutes to turn back to A&amp;W at amcorp mall... i told her, be my guest..my legs are breaking into 2 any minute. hehe..Rain started once we were inside the mall. A good thing we didnt walk all the way back to PJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;took the train home...but the train was stalled at the setia jaya train station due to flash floods at batu tiga. decided that I have enough of standing or walking. Called for taxi services from klang and was on my way home to a hot meal and nice warm bath. thanks fuzzy for giving me a lift home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm now officially tan after two and half months of sitting at home or working in an office. As Sue Ann say's...now she can see the blush on my cheeks.. A long tiring day..but the pain of walking was well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114041262778431036?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114041262778431036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114041262778431036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114041262778431036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114041262778431036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/walking-to-mid-valley-after-class.html' title='walking... to mid valley after class'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15667827.post-114040559582048478</id><published>2006-02-15T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:19:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stitches and valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to removed my stitches. Doctor says its healing great. Upon removal, there's still a big hole at the back where my gum used to be. I hate the fact that I have to gargle after every  meal or not some bits and pieces of food gets stuck in that hole. I hate that. According to my friend, the chances of the hole closing is pretty slim. Its a deepp hole... I dont want to gargle after every meal for the rest of my life... arrgghhhhh.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Valentines was just another normal day. I went to college because classes starts today and later I will be going to church. So no romantic dinner, no valentines' pressies because I didnt see him today and somehow, it didnt bother me that I didnt realy have a valentine's celebration. I'm not sure why... I know I would be furious if I didnt get one last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My ex bf asked me what would be more important... valentine's or birthday celebration. I asked him back do we need to show love only on valentines? anyway, as valentine hung heavy in the air, everyone in college seems to be all lovey dovey. Walking in the mall alone just makes you want to cringe as couple wearing the same t-shirt walks in pairs holding hands while you hold onto your handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway I bought kodomo lion for that little boy. he insisted on grape flavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-114040559582048478?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/114040559582048478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=114040559582048478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114040559582048478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/114040559582048478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/stitches-and-valentines.html' title='stitches and valentines'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-113951684452624214</id><published>2006-02-10T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T05:03:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some funny shit i come across</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;this week been perfect. spend a whole day walking at megamall doin nothing. I saw something i like. but of course i havent bought it yet. now, i realise... im regretting it. typical me. plus, i bought something... that no one could think of.. hahahah... tell you guys another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to chew properly makes me skip my meals. of course i only skip one meal of the day. make it two. I dont skip my dinner somehow as i gotta eat in front of my family. haha. so, since its a chore and i dun like it... i guess i rather go without food. when im hungry i guess liquid diet is better. Milo seems more like the choice i do this days. yes, i still look like a hamster but of course, i hate those stitches i can feel with my tongue. Its sore and i cant really give a wide grin. I look stupid and i still taste blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching nip/tuck season 1 &amp; 2. thanks to jan, I cant wait for season 3. everything was left hanging on the last episode. they're so mean. On the mean time, Fuzzy got me hooked on family guy. hahaha... they're damn funny and of course you could only understand their jokes if you do understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fuzzy, when would you be done with catch 22? college starting next week already lah. slow reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway something i wanna share with you guys........one of the episodes of nip/tuck. somehow you gotta see the soap then understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span font="" style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian&lt;/strong&gt; Troy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;Kimberly Henry&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian&lt;/strong&gt; Troy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: May I but you an appetizer?&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;Kimberly Henry&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't eat. I'm a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span font="" style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;----------------X------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Ok baby, we got            to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl,            what r u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like            one, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; haha, ok lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; i put my hand through ur hair,            and kiss u on the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I stomp the ground, and snort,            to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; haha, ok, u know that turns me            on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; i start unbuttoning ur shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; No, ur not really a Rhinocerus            silly, it's just part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Rhinoceruses don't play games.            They fucking charge your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; stop, cmon be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; It doesn't get any more serious            than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I stomp my feet, the dust stirs            around my tough skinned feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;j_gurli3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Goddam am I hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;----------------X-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Oh, I like to play dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Me too baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I kiss you softly on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Funny I still don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty Fuck of the Beyondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Don't fuck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Don't ever message me again you piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloodninja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;---------------------X----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Ok, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Aight, yeah I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I like your music Em... Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;            huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; Mmm, we like it a lot.            Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I take off your pants,            slowly, and massage your muscular physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;            Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; What the fuck, I told            you not to message me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;            Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;BritneySpears14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;            Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;eminemBNJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;            damn I gotta write down your names or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this few jokes, crack me up. its 4.15am n im reading all this cyber sex trash. now, i think i need to go back to megamall to try that piece of blouse. happy birthday lionheart !&lt;/span&gt;&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/15667827-113951684452624214?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113951684452624214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=113951684452624214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113951684452624214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113951684452624214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-funny-shit-i-come-across.html' title='some funny shit i come across'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-113933599447689199</id><published>2006-02-08T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T02:13:14.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl &amp; Caren</title><content type='html'>My cousin had his wedding two weeks before Chinese New Year. As it came quite as a surprised, We were all told to go for his bachelor party and then his wedding back to back. He being the second son, overtake his elder brother in getting married and caused much hoo haa in the family. All in all, he got married and all is well at the moment of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the family potrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and aunty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The extended family potrait. Somehow, like a mandatory potrait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1377.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1377.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a fake cake. It has thumbtacks for keeping the frills in place and water glasses to hold up each tier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1408.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1408.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The in-laws..yes yes, we join alcoholic anonymous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family... semua poser !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1420.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1420.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; "Paparazi Shot !" Don't ask me why the girl rubs her eyebags and why that guy sticks his tongue out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/1600/PICT1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4896/1457/400/PICT1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the dinner, I got a shock as I saw John and Susu at my cousin's wedding. As Carl is my cousin, Caren is Susu's friend !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-113933599447689199?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113933599447689199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=113933599447689199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113933599447689199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113933599447689199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/carl-caren.html' title='Carl &amp; Caren'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-113933729374274600</id><published>2006-02-07T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T02:38:09.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth fairy !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;After a long postpone to get my wisdom tooth extracted as there isnt place for it to emerge, I decided I had enough of the pain the irregular flare of bacterial infection cause me. It was bothering me as the eve of chinese new year, I had a bacterial infection and therefore cause me to loose my appetite for food as the festive season was just about to start. Sigh...so no, I didnt gain a few pounds rather i hold my face and groan in pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I extracted both the upper and lower wisdom teeth on the left side of my jaw. Because I had extracted both the upper and lower wisdom teeth on the right side of my jaw, Im pronounced "ISIOTIC" and BLUR all in one go. I have no wisdom tooth left as all 4 is no more permenant residance in my oral cavity. The dentist that perform that minor surgery thought I was 17 and that it was normal for me to experience the emergence of the wisdom tooth.. I on the other hand wished that I was 17 and I have a bigger jaw..to accomodate those blasted wisdom tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;As the anesthetic wears off, I feel a throbbing pain on my jaw. I taste blood in my saliva each time I swallow and that feels gross. Sounds like a vampire in the making. I took 2 types of painkiller each with an interval of one hour and one of it was suppose to make me sleep but it didnt as Im still wide awake watching Nip/tuck. At least it did numb the throbbing pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lo and behold, I got a nasty swell the next day when I woke up from sleep. A friend of mine has commented that she thought I was keeping a sweet in my left cheek as I was talking to her. My mom says it reminds her of the time when I was young and I refuse to swallow my rice and keep it in my mouth. To me, as I look at myself in the mirror... I looked as though I put on weight and it somehow alter my jawline to become more squarish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway, the tooth fairy send an SMS saying he( the "she" retired long ago) will grant me any wishes if I produce my tooth as evidence. Now, as my jaw hurt and there's a swell on my left cheek giving me the appearance of a hamster storing its food in its cheek... I'm trying not to think of the pain and focus on what should I ask from the tooth fairy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15667827-113933729374274600?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113933729374274600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=113933729374274600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113933729374274600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113933729374274600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth fairy !!'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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-15667827.post-113932742823686729</id><published>2006-02-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:50:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and of course to Sathya, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. We didnt get that special cake that could grant wishes... because you were at you familiy gathering but of course we did try. Anyway, congrats on getting that tattoo that you always said you would. Now i guess cK will just have to shut his mouth till he get his.&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/15667827-113932742823686729?l=confusedmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/113932742823686729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15667827&amp;postID=113932742823686729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113932742823686729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15667827/posts/default/113932742823686729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confusedmouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='chinese new year'/><author><name>Crazy Klang Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746374541299947377</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></feed>
