<?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-20338563</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:20:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><subtitle type='html'>FOR HER TO WRITE THE STORY OF HER LIFE,AND WHAT'S NOT.PRONE TO REDUNDANCIES AND RANDOM RAMBLINGS. TAKE A PEEK AT THE SNIPPETS OF HER LIFE BOUTS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3392273352241853712</id><published>2007-12-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:45:28.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS PLACE IS GONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:280px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w188.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w188.photobucket.com/albums/z223/elyanee/4dbf4599.pbw" height="360" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s188.photobucket.com/albums/z223/elyanee/?action=view&amp;current=4dbf4599.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3392273352241853712?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3392273352241853712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3392273352241853712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3392273352241853712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3392273352241853712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-place-is-gone.html' title='THIS PLACE IS GONE.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-3422633983005981448</id><published>2007-11-02T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T12:33:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone for good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, I'm dumping blogger for wordpress. Here's the new link; and don't ask about the weird blog name, thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zootymodicum.wordpress.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3422633983005981448?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3422633983005981448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3422633983005981448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3422633983005981448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3422633983005981448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yes-im-dumping-blogger-for-wordpress.html' title='gone for good.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7981871260456846287</id><published>2007-11-02T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:37:42.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE FOR NOWWWW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Space under construction. Will be back soonest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;MAYBE.&lt;/span&gt;&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/20338563-7981871260456846287?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7981871260456846287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7981871260456846287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7981871260456846287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7981871260456846287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/gone-for-nowwww.html' title='GONE FOR NOWWWW.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5629533325165042763</id><published>2007-11-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:06:29.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the last time nowww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The train service today was crap. I had a long day, and of all days when I feel like rush home, slumbering on my bed, this have to happen. So anyway, it was a long journey home, of course. The City Hall station was unusually infested with people (three trains' passengers, to be precise.) All this, thanks to some "technical problem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ah, crap crap crap. I know, I'm sounding like one grumpy old brat, who's prone to complaining about anything, and everything. But yes, today was one of those crap-i-should-have-stay-at home-instead day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On a side note, this space is getting rather redundant, and I'm sick of the blogskin. So uh, I guess it'd be under much-needed construction now. In fact, MAYBE, I'd be moving out of blogger-dom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But see how. All this blogging shits are mind-boggling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5629533325165042763?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5629533325165042763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5629533325165042763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5629533325165042763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5629533325165042763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-last-time-nowww.html' title='for the last time nowww.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7722522745493999998</id><published>2007-10-31T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:08:05.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day was dreadingly long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The lunch gang ceasing to only the four of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The school's getting mundane-er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The only form of amusement was the faci's super high skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, two words for today; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BORING SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7722522745493999998?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7722522745493999998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7722522745493999998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7722522745493999998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7722522745493999998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/boring-shit.html' title='boring shit.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8975163360771944079</id><published>2007-10-27T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:15:19.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vomitting rampage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After five vomitting sessions, doses of pills, one good night sleep, and long dreading breakfast, I'm still half dead. Aghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so sick of being sick. It feels so dead, unalive, inactive, numb and everything boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;somebody kill me pretty please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-8975163360771944079?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8975163360771944079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8975163360771944079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8975163360771944079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8975163360771944079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/vomitting-rampage.html' title='vomitting rampage.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7492516559806336622</id><published>2007-10-24T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:24:36.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap thrill, and 5 minutes of fame, every weekday, deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I'm on hiatus until tomorrow, but ah, some things just can't wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Those Live the Dreams contestants just murdered that "Jenny" song. And I mean, murder stabstab slice into pieces, shove into oven and left to burn. Eeek. Anyway, those ClickFive boys looks like they'd rather be somewhere else (like on a bed.), and they can't even fake a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, the winners are already announced, and uh, I can't help noticing this similarity between this singing contest with that Singapore Idol, besides the judge, that is. On a side note, I'm deeply disappointed that that Victor whatshisname didn't win the soloist category. It would have been more exciting. The credibility of this singing show would have been questioned, the show would have been cancelled for the next season, and I won't have to dedicate random post ranting about our local talents (and nots) who are mostly on tv for cheap thrill, and "live their dream", and our nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Damn, should have voted. As they'd say...every vote counts. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7492516559806336622?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7492516559806336622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7492516559806336622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7492516559806336622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7492516559806336622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheap-thrill-and-5-minutes-of-fame.html' title='Cheap thrill, and 5 minutes of fame, every weekday, deal?'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1457289391386820885</id><published>2007-10-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:49:12.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh, right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;don't feel like blogging for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1457289391386820885?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1457289391386820885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1457289391386820885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1457289391386820885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1457289391386820885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/uh-right.html' title='uh, right.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1371983593102230896</id><published>2007-10-17T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:29:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just two words: shut up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for ruining my life, you better be happy.&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/20338563-1371983593102230896?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1371983593102230896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1371983593102230896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1371983593102230896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1371983593102230896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-two-words-shut-up.html' title='just two words: shut up.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1745781552116044410</id><published>2007-10-17T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:45:43.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's Culture &amp;amp; Aes. topic is about discrimination, and stereotypes, which is pretty much like ice cream Sundae. Looks nice on the outside, but just typical on the inside, like any other topics, dry and boring. Ah, but it's not that difficult though. I've prior knowledge you see, stereotypes; blondes are dumb, and Indians run around trees chasing each other all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I think Culture &amp;amp; Aesthetic module is complete and utter useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheerios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1745781552116044410?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1745781552116044410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1745781552116044410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1745781552116044410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1745781552116044410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/culture.html' title='Culture.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7636380401983917424</id><published>2007-10-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:29:55.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late, food and what nots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For the first time in my whole 6 months in RP, I was finally late coming to school. Of course, it was unintentional. I thought I would just thrust myself back into normal routine of school mode, but no. Today was anything but normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Considering that I was super uber late, Yusra was in the right mind to decide not to wait for me as per usual. But anyhow, I had Thumb to walk to school with, so that wasn't so bad. While taking my own sweet time walking, Ivan texted me that my whole new teammates was absent except Josh. So argh, predictable since today is like the aftermath of merry-making (not.) for some of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To put a long story short, it only dawned on me right before I open the door to long dreading day (read: Enterprise class) that being late equals going into class having 25 pair of eyes staring back at you. So yes, I braced myself, and slap a thick powder of shamelessness &lt;em&gt;(dengan tak tahu malunyer dah.) &lt;/em&gt;stepped into the class,and gave a polite smirk acting like I'm sorry I was late. Ahh, as the "long dreading day" bit implies - the rest of the day was pure monotonous. agshhhsdjk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other random things happened in between the minute I sat down, till the time I bid the class goodbye, but uh, I'm not about to write a detailed, descriptive composition worthy of 500 words 'O' level essay. &lt;s&gt;But I'd like to mention that this being the first day of no fasting, I murdered half a plate of ayam penyet, one chocolate waffle, one large MacD's fries, and an Oreo McFlurry.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, I'm done for now. The next post would most probably be on the ohsoexciting Hari Raya visiting day. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7636380401983917424?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7636380401983917424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7636380401983917424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7636380401983917424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7636380401983917424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/late-food-and-what-nots.html' title='late, food and what nots.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8932570786606563263</id><published>2007-10-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:31:49.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am finally done with all the spring cleaning. Okay, maybe not all. There's still the fan collecting dust, and some mopping to do. Ahh, last minute yes. But since I'm pretty much not in the full mode festive mood, there's no rushing and panicking. I have them family to do all the worrying. Meanwhile, I did my usual Hari Raya eve routine; watch the variety show on tv, while randomly getting distracted by endless Hari Raya text messages greetings, and sending them out to people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Other than that, I so can wait for tomorrow. In fact, I have not even a clue if I'd fit the new &lt;s&gt;ugly &lt;/s&gt;clothes tomorrow, since I haven't seen it for myself, much more try it on. But anyhow, I was as usual looking forward to hearing the takbir, and soaked in the atmosphere, and boy, was it refreshing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, wishing fellow Muslim friends and family, Eid Mubarak! Maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS; will upload some pictures for the next post, if much camwhoring is done.&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/20338563-8932570786606563263?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8932570786606563263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8932570786606563263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8932570786606563263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8932570786606563263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-finally-done-with-all-spring.html' title='selamat hari raya!'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1577163233570723323</id><published>2007-10-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:27:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be warned, this post is so super random. So if you don't feel like reading one long post of mostly long nothings, which topic is randomly changed every five sentences or so, then ya, don't bother scrolling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today I feel so...uh, random. Like, I feel like randomly wanted to eat swensen, but I didn't. And I feel randomly generous, so I treated Ella to dinner. And we had yet another random talking session, which was super entertaining, since as usual, I do most of the talking. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apart from that, I found out today that I am a devious, self-obsessed, walking chatterbox of a friend, who can't seem to do much "serious talking" without bursting into laughter every 5 minutes or attempting to crack a joke. Ahh, that's of course much much different from my usual facade of being "the quiet one" in class. Somehow, somewhat, I feel the need to ramble long nothings after school, and that's when Ella comes in, politely pretending to listen. Haha. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know, I've been whining about dreading this Saturday. But haha, I came back home today to newly bought heels, and naked windows, and freshly painted walls. Super random, now I'm feeling the excitement already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Back to everything random today, I randomly missed some people again, and ah, I called them to ramble pretty much nothing. Other than that, I just heard the most exciting though random news from a friend. And ah, too bad, I can't say much about it, except that yes, yes, yes, I KNEW IT. You people just make what of it, you nosy parkers. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iknewitlorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS; I use too much "random" in this post that I don't even know what it means anymore. But ah, I feel the need to say it anyhow. randomrandomrandom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1577163233570723323?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1577163233570723323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1577163233570723323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1577163233570723323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1577163233570723323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-random.html' title='super random.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-965491772024223983</id><published>2007-10-09T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:24:07.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest jerr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's RJ question:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What have you gained from today's lesson? Can you see any application of the results to situations at home?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uh, nothing, and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-965491772024223983?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/965491772024223983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=965491772024223983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/965491772024223983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/965491772024223983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/rest-jerr.html' title='Rest jerr.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-4841821302133985691</id><published>2007-10-08T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:20.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a tart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rwmu-qcTNAI/AAAAAAAAARg/-6KQt99iu18/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118814843051389954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rwmu-qcTNAI/AAAAAAAAARg/-6KQt99iu18/s320/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I've been whining a little too much (on and off blog) about life being revoltingly mundane, and my dreading the Hari Raya this Saturday. Apparently, them family too, are not that hype up about Hari Raya. I suspect them makciks made the cookies just for the sake of it, because yesterday, I sneak into the kitchen and peep at the newly made, piping hot pineapple tarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And ahh, as I pointed out to the aunt, &lt;em&gt;"how come the tart is nippleless?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4841821302133985691?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4841821302133985691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4841821302133985691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4841821302133985691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4841821302133985691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-tart.html' title='what a tart.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rwmu-qcTNAI/AAAAAAAAARg/-6KQt99iu18/s72-c/DSC01686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3765410555557714762</id><published>2007-10-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:44:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>festive moody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's exactly seven more days to Hari Raya and I'm pretty much not in the festive mood. Hopefully, for now, not yet. Usually, during two weeks before it, I'd get all hype up, excited and all. But yes, somehow, this year, it seems a tad solemn, unfestive-ish and revoltingly dreading. I don't care about my ugly new clothes, my non-existent heels, and the little bag. Any hint of Hari Raya mood in the house so far is the seductive aroma of trays of freshly baked cookies. Yes just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I honestly wouldn't mind just staying at home and binge on the chocolate chip cookies dipped in cold HL milk. Ahh, heaven, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3765410555557714762?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3765410555557714762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3765410555557714762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3765410555557714762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3765410555557714762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/festive-moody.html' title='festive moody.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8358659338242946265</id><published>2007-10-05T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:09:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namesake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..My maiden name is Mandy Brown and I married Timmy Dye. My name is now Mandy Brown Dye. Our marriage announcement in the local paper read BROWN-DYE. I almost named my kids May Dye and Will Dye. My husband wouldn't have it!.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you think Dick could possibly be the worst name ever given by parents to their dear little newborn, check &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethanwiner.com/funnames.html"&gt;this space &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's in a name, you say? Uh, a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-8358659338242946265?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8358659338242946265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8358659338242946265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8358659338242946265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8358659338242946265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/namesake.html' title='Namesake.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5619181400788317323</id><published>2007-10-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:04:31.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner dish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the buka date with them Bishanites was abruptly cancelled, and I was a tad disapointed, since I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to it. *sigh* But ah, in the words of Jay - "another day perhaps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, I did buka out as planned, and finally had a nice decent sumptuous meal of Banquet's fish 'n' chips. Oh, and I took my own sweet time savouring over it; one hour to be exact. Thumb, the buka buddy got bored waiting and started counting down to my last fries. wth. Haha. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a different note, I was randomly missing some people today. So if I called you today, yes, whoever you are, you were missed ehh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/20338563-5619181400788317323?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5619181400788317323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5619181400788317323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5619181400788317323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5619181400788317323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/dinner-drats.html' title='dinner dish.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7136091443667522072</id><published>2007-09-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:06:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies, and crapping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The mom is already into the ten-ish tray of cookies for the Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt; festives, and so far I've done nothing much except secretly popping chocolate chip cookies into my mouth every ten minutes. Other than that, I just spend my Sunday morning hovering over the heaps of Chemistry books, and still doing so, while waiting for Desmond to be online so I can shoot him questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, chatted with Ella just now about particularly nothing. Just random stuff, which started from a "hello" to songs, and then gays, and her introducing me to a "ryan barry' whom she proclaimed is much better looking than her dear Torres. (whatever.) That aside, I think I love random talking. I mean, random talking is the best way to start conversations, and not to mention the best way to past your time. I do that alot with Ella, and haha, it's super uh, entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But random blogging is not as exciting, so I shall not start doing that. I just felt the need to blog something today, so here I am. But anyhow, before I get back to the books, I'll leave you with this video: "the class of sarcasm." Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bepck7JFW8s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bepck7JFW8s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7136091443667522072?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7136091443667522072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7136091443667522072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7136091443667522072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7136091443667522072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/cookies-and-crapping.html' title='cookies, and crapping.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7623763284922485627</id><published>2007-09-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:20.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facci- nation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rv0S36cTM_I/AAAAAAAAARY/kQtZ2r6IVkg/s1600-h/better.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115265503552812018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rv0S36cTM_I/AAAAAAAAARY/kQtZ2r6IVkg/s400/better.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know, I've never really say it before, but the best bit about the RP life is not not having exams, or not uh, not having exams. The best bit really is seeing new grades coming out and then reading whatever the faci's comment is, after reading our reflective journals. Yes, them facis, they usually write polite, ego-boosting comments. Well, apparently, it's usually. I realise the only reason I've ever read the comments is because it's rather heartening to read comments about how "great you've done today" and "you have the potential to do better" but "keep it up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, my computing facilitator obviously didn't think there's a need to boost my depleting ego. I read his comments in a state of half irritated, and half amused. Of course, though it's thoroughly impossible to feel irritated and amused at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, out of boredomness, and to get my mind off today's pending RJ question, I took the liberty to highlight little bits of his comments, and defend my "situation", though of course, it's a tad pointless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since you are sitting next to Hazmi who is absent for P1, try to help him out in catching up with the rest of the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well uh, the problem is that I'm equally as confused as he is. In fact, he ended up being the one helping me understand the mind-boggling problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, I'm sorry if I had accidentally cut you off in the midst of your explanation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, you better be. That was rather rude actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were rather lost during the explanation of the rules during M3 presentation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, it didn't help you kept asking non-related long-winded questions, and confused my already confused mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it quite amazing that you managed to do quite well in A111 despite your claim of it being your weaker subject.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, great. Now you're calling me a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The important point is to be able to be "enlightened" at the start of the day rather than at the end so that you can better contribute to the team.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha, I bet you think you're funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, since then, I realise how I've always wrote "at the end of the day, I was enlightened and some doubts are cleared." just to convince them I've actually learn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But ah, with no links whatsoever, as I'm writing this, suddenly Mr Hector's face is flashing in my mind. Eeek. So weird. Now, I'll go rewatch History Boys just so I can try refresh my memory of why I was obsessed with Mr Hector for that one whole week last semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers, you rancid little turds.&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/20338563-7623763284922485627?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7623763284922485627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7623763284922485627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7623763284922485627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7623763284922485627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='facci- nation.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rv0S36cTM_I/AAAAAAAAARY/kQtZ2r6IVkg/s72-c/better.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3615433490120829700</id><published>2007-09-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So much have been going on lately, I don't know where to start. So instead, I'll just leave it to that. Am too busy to update this space with long nothings of constant rambling. To put an otherwise long post short, I had the best talking cock session with Desmond PANG since a long while, and a real genuine laugh since forever. Other than that, everything in the life is either too mundane, or too tardy to be posted here. And uh yes, this pretty much sums up today. We were wacky in white. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114518595855135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RvprkKcTM9I/AAAAAAAAARI/nG9rSX6jCOE/s400/CIMG1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3615433490120829700?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3615433490120829700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3615433490120829700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3615433490120829700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3615433490120829700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-best.html' title='for the best.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RvprkKcTM9I/AAAAAAAAARI/nG9rSX6jCOE/s72-c/CIMG1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-1926519819794532014</id><published>2007-09-25T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:25:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three Z.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I want to do now is..... sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1926519819794532014?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1926519819794532014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1926519819794532014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1926519819794532014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1926519819794532014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/three-z.html' title='the three Z.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-89370169438847003</id><published>2007-09-23T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:19:24.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bazaaring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got back from the Bazaar Geylang. It's as usual,mostly infested with Malay community who are there merely to meet friends, find food, new clothes, and basically just walk around. I must admit, despite the yearly routine of walking around the cluttered area, and knowing I'm just there for the heck of it, it's still rather thrilling - just something to look forward to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Walking in the throng of people mostly sweating from the warm night heat, sandwiched in the middle, burning under my already black tudung, while also randomly getting distracted with the loud Mats and Minahs, and secretly rolling my eyes. Ahh, I survived it anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/20338563-89370169438847003?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/89370169438847003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=89370169438847003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/89370169438847003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/89370169438847003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/bazaaring.html' title='bazaaring.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2961359722095438198</id><published>2007-09-22T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:01:45.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first times and what nots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, while I'm typing this post, I'm currently lying on bed, with only the elbows supporting me up. In this lazy stance, I shall start with updating about this one week of school life, with new everything. I realise that since my post about dreading the end of the holiday, starting of school, and that little scene in the neighbourhood, I've not update much about the current happenings of my otherwise exciting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh yes, of course, minus that brief post about the naughty faci. Or as Yusra aptly puts it - "horny".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, the new class, W46M we're called, is super lively, with funny colourful characters. This class clicked almost as quickly as my W16J, so it's....cool. Fistly, yes, I'm still keeping in touch with them W16J-ians, having go lunch breaks together. That, of course, means most of us eating, some of us staring. Secondly, yes yes, I was right. Introducing myself and themselves were dreadful. In short, first day was polite smiles, and awkward silence, first lessons are irritating since we have to do the introducing-ourselves bit all over again, and oh yes, the first week was great. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On a different note, my grade wasn't that great, though. My first grade for the semester is a C, and it goes to Enterprise. ajhsajkfljldj. But anyhow, serves me right since I prefered to slack on the first day instead of going all "first impression counts" sham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That aside, there's too much "news" I've heard over the week I don't know where to start. In fact, I don't think I should even start, considering that some things should not be told around. &lt;em&gt;Is there even a "told around" in English. Gee. My English is rusting off,yes? &lt;/em&gt;Anyhow, I shall not say anything, afraid of offending some. Ella mentioned that I have a big mouth, and I think &lt;s&gt;she's right&lt;/s&gt; it's safer to think she's right.So MOVING ON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I finally wore my new top to school&lt;em&gt; (which is an achievement, considering I've worn the same five shirts I've been wearing to school since like, forever) &lt;/em&gt;and although she won't admit it, I know Ella was a little proud of me. &lt;em&gt;I caught her gleeing with pride when she saw me after school. Haha. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And yesterday, I finally had a decent meal of LJS since awhile. Okay, maybe not decent, since I almost bite a piece of chicken with some white hair sticking out from nowhere. It was horrible, I tell you.Thumb and Ella were there to witness my dumping my meal halfway. &lt;em&gt;(They were being so sweet, accompanying me all the way to Bugis to break fast.)&lt;/em&gt; In fact, Thumb was even "gracious" to mention "which hair is that?". Eek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, enough with the rambling. I have nothing more to share. So yes, I'll go get back to the usual weekend mode. SLACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2961359722095438198?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2961359722095438198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2961359722095438198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2961359722095438198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2961359722095438198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-times-and-what-nots.html' title='first times and what nots.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8440944770805904212</id><published>2007-09-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:50:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty naughty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"If I'm naughty, I might ask some questions...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yes, the exact words of my Science faci, when explaining about the ground rules in his class. Now, the thought of the old man being "naughty" is a tad repulsive, I shall not start using my imagination anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eeek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-8440944770805904212?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8440944770805904212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8440944770805904212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8440944770805904212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8440944770805904212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/naughty-naughty.html' title='naughty naughty.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7588035427159356362</id><published>2007-09-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:20:36.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the handcuffed woman made my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today is officially last day of the holiday before I go back to the routine of 9 - 4 school life. So I did all I could to pamper myself silly with the mini entertainments of home. Okay, maybe not quite entertaining,. All I did was the whole day was to re-watch the whole 12 episodes of Japanese drama serial. (the wonders of illegal websites.) That, and watching a drama unfolding right in the heartlands, suburbs of &lt;s&gt;Geylang&lt;/s&gt; Haig Road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You know those cop dramas where there's a criminal attempting suicide in rundown flats (which suspiciously are mostly 3-roomed.) and there's a standoff between the cops and the criminal (which is always a dishevelled man, with a knife, chopper, gun or any other weapons dangerous enough to kill), and the whole fuss would just die off when the criminal decide to surrender after much "psychological talk" or he decide to jump down and end his life, as well as the drama. (provided the room flat is &lt;em&gt;coincidently&lt;/em&gt; at one of the highest floor.)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, in real life, that whole scene is much more than 10 minutes of the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, we were there to watch the drama unfold, and my, was that exciting. Okay, not precisely &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; there. To be precise, we were at the next block, in a rather awkward position, in the comfort of our kitchen, with heads out of the window, curious with the spectacle of fire engines, ambulances and police cars driving into the carpark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not going to actually write out in detail, the whole scene, making it seems more like a descriptive composition essay for primary school aptly titled "One day in my neighbourhood". Basically, to cut the &lt;s&gt; long story short&lt;/s&gt; long post short, a Chinese woman was handcuffed away into a police car. We just reckon it's attempted suicide, since there was no dead body, no gun shot, and some firemen involved. But yes, it was exciting indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But uh, it might not seem as exciting reading it all now. But what the heck. A little drama in the neighbourhood would do my monotonous last holiday good, and get me all hype up and high. Because I'm not quite excited for school tomorrow, what with awkward smiles and ice breakers, introducing yourself bits. It's just too uh, not exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7588035427159356362?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7588035427159356362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7588035427159356362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7588035427159356362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7588035427159356362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/handcuffed-woman-made-my-day.html' title='the handcuffed woman made my day.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8436796567564494092</id><published>2007-09-14T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:40:53.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whiner whining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wrote quite a long post before deleting it altogether. It seems that I'm prone to too much whining when blogging, and it gets a tad dreary, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just shut up, and will only blog until there's actually something I want to really really say. Meanwhile, this space looks like it needs renovation, makeover, upgrading, whatever you want to call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/20338563-8436796567564494092?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8436796567564494092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8436796567564494092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8436796567564494092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8436796567564494092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/whiner-whining.html' title='whiner whining.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2487070936204195588</id><published>2007-09-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109660587607327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RukpO3cmA_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4XUCqNPs1BU/s320/DSC01598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a sumptuous meal to end our first day of fasting. A good treat, a guilty pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2487070936204195588?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2487070936204195588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2487070936204195588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2487070936204195588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2487070936204195588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-heaven.html' title='food heaven.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RukpO3cmA_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4XUCqNPs1BU/s72-c/DSC01598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-8330191192372518358</id><published>2007-09-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:21:17.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quake-ing disaster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm currently sitting in the dark, having only the light from the screen to spoil my already declining visual ability. I just feel the need to blog now, and whine about not having to feel the tremors of quake just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there was a tremor felt at about 7 plus just now, and apparently the scale was super huge. Which means, there's no way you could not feel all those shaking while standing or sitting. But no. Throughout the whole dramatic ordeal, all I was doing was indulging in my own little reverie, into my 100th chapter of the novel. Bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that this is the second tremor of quake I've went through in my whole 18 years breathing on this Earth, the closest I've come to reality check by mother nature is watching all those disaster through tv. Pathetic, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghh, it's scary anyhow. I'm just glad this tiny island is not seriously affected by it. And no, I'm not going to start with rambling about the geograpical location of Singapore, that pretty much save us all. (ALthough I was contemplating about it a minute ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside,tomorrow's first day of Ramadan, so I better go sleep now. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-8330191192372518358?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8330191192372518358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8330191192372518358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8330191192372518358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8330191192372518358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/quake-ing-disaster.html' title='quake-ing disaster.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2481570164588055026</id><published>2007-09-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:22.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the laptop, the orang utan, the news.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh! My laptop's back, and I'm in a state of euphoria, no kidding. Everything's fine, all the documents, precious photos and movies still intact. I'm so happy, if I jump for joy, it'll be as high as the 11th floor, I tell you. (: Just to let you see how bad the laptop was a few days ago, it was THIS wireallovertheplace BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108961497948205874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RuatafhZszI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uoTfG6CoRDY/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That aside, I just went to Ella's page, and she's &lt;s&gt;bragging&lt;/s&gt; rambling about her holiday getaway to Thailand, which sounds and looks super exciting, I'm actually raging with jealous right about now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108935088194302690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RuaVZPhZsuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Za_BiTsCTjo/s320/thailandbangkok14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See that orang utan standing behind her with that wide smile and yellow short. asjhdjabshbdaj. So cuteeeee. I think I got a crush on someone! Haha. (: Uh, I shall not start dedicating my posts to humanly creatures so let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned yesterday, today's officially spend-the-money day. Well, supposed to be, anyway. I thought what better way to spend the last few days of holidaydom than get myself in shopping spree mode. I had planned to rope Yuhui along, but she didn't feel rich today, and didn't feel like watching movie, or shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Basically she was being her sweet self, accompanying me all the way to Jurong, in the pretext of having nothing better to do. Though she didn't want to admit it, she was missing me very badly. (Ok haha.) But anyway, it was a nice day spend, slacking, and lots of walking and catching up, and talking cock.So thanks ella ella eh eh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much different note, thanks to the laptop's hiatus, I did much more productive things most of the time. Like reading newspapers!!!! Oh yes, the "!!!!" bit is just to make it much more interesting than it actually is. Self-deluding, I know. But anyhow, while I was indulging myself in the bout of insanity, there's some funny (not funny funny, just funny) news that I couldn't help snapping pictures of, out of boredom. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, in a space of one week or so, while I was not online too much, or blogging long nothings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108952126329565938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px au&lt;br /&gt;to 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Ruak4_hZsvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AN3-Mye-swI/s320/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that there's actually someone with the name "Bhutto". It's a woman politician's name no less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108954273813213986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Ruam1_hZsyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FSwEl_bDASM/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One old woman got rejected to be a torchbearer for the Olympics. Like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108952809229366018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RualgvhZswI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pMQaHuBuV8g/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, and those irritating saggy pants "epidemic" you see some guys nowadays have? Well, those things got banned in two cities in US. Smart move, I think they should do it here. So I don't have to keep commenting "eh, seluar salah size" when I see one, and risk getting smack. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Uh, so yes. Much ranting done for now, and I've run out of random topics to talk about. I'll go switch to my newly-borrowed novels. Wheeee. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2481570164588055026?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2481570164588055026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2481570164588055026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2481570164588055026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2481570164588055026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/laptop-orang-utan-news.html' title='the laptop, the orang utan, the news.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RuatafhZszI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uoTfG6CoRDY/s72-c/DSC01582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3126232749247584114</id><published>2007-09-10T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:40:52.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy makcik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've just got back from the shopping date with Yusra. It was more of a surveying date, though, considering we didn't buy anything despite scouring through the whole Bugis Junction mall. Anyhow, I think I like some of the clothes I saw just now, so tomorrow is officially my spend-the-money day. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That aside, there's much more things that are making me happy like hell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like the new class list received this morning. Ivan, the indon mate, is in my class so I guess I won't look totally lost on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And Yusra was being SO nicee, like a true &lt;s&gt;nothing better to do&lt;/s&gt; friend, she came all the way to Jurong to accompany me. (Awww.) And I finally send the laptop to be fixed up. Luckily, the condition's not that serious, and it just needs a little fix up thanks to some physical damage. It should be back by tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uh, okay. I make it seem like the laptop's gone for some cosmetic surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and the fasting season is around the corner, I can't wait. It just seems so... exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, I'm feeling happy happy happeehhh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3126232749247584114?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3126232749247584114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3126232749247584114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3126232749247584114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3126232749247584114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-makcik.html' title='happy makcik.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6288318089436850674</id><published>2007-09-09T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:24:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies and MacD's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was very&lt;strong&gt; very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; unproductive. So much so that no matter how I bold or capitalise the word "very", it's still not enough to show how unproductive it was. I didn't even attempt to do my Chemistry, or go near the books. (the only time I did was to move them from the table since Yana wanted to use it.) So yes, other than that, I didn't come close to any books. I just wanted to slack yesterday, and didn't want mid-taxing knowledges implanted into this brain, for now. It really doesn't help that I'm done with both my novels, which means no more indulging myself in my own little reverie, while expanding the already gluteus maximus. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enough of the rambling, basically yesterday was spend doing two things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) watch tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) MacD's for dinper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To put a long story short, minus the watch tv bit, me and Yana was left alone at home, while them aunties and mom have their weekend shopping, getaways and what not. We have the house to ourselves! You see, that's a bad (very) idea, considering that I tend to uh, get distracted, without adult supervision. (Right.) I did what I do best, and conquer the tv the whole day. Having the tv to myself is a rarity nowadays since the kiddos are forever here now, so yesterday, I was happy. (Like Emile of Ratatouille, I'm easily pleased.) ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Home alone also means money out. You see, while we are at home, the both of us, we could have attempt to feed ourselves when hungry. But no, us and the kitchen doesn't go well since our whole life ago. Now that's when all the delivery services come to use. That McSpicy meal yesterday, minus the over-salted french fries, made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since there's still one more week of holiday to go, I'm still pondering over what to do. At the start of the holiday, I've listed many many things to do, which I guess was rather ambitious, considering whatever I listed over the few holidays before have never been crossed out, which means it was never done. I wanted to do alot, I tell you. (Being ambitious doesn't hurt right?) There were "Study date with Desmond", "Shopping date with Yusra", "Movie and lunch date with Ella", "Lunch date with Farah Hor", and "Movie date with Melly" among other things. Let's say, none of these has been crossed out. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, we went to the movies to watch "Ratatouille" with them kiddos, treat by the uncle. It was nice, for late night movie. Go to Zuhai's space for everything else about that. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Ella's back from Bangkok, and I can't wait to see my new "cheap" bag for school. Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this post's going redundant like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; the film of pictures that use to be on top of this space is gone because I delete them. because it's getting a tad irritating. because there's some unknown stranger's face in it, and that's uh, strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS; template's are irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS; I think this blogging thing is getting rather mundane, rambling and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS; .....ok dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6288318089436850674?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6288318089436850674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6288318089436850674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6288318089436850674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6288318089436850674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/movies-and-macds.html' title='movies and MacD&apos;s.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5621959261206800879</id><published>2007-09-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:44:08.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I said I'm going on hiatus until the laptop's fine and well. But considering that I actually went down to school, one hour train ride, in the sweltering 2pm heat, and was told by Mr IT Helpdesk that "you have to send to Acer, we can't fix it" which shows how serious the situation is, I'll take back whatever I said about not blogging until the laptop's recovered from his mid life crisis. I hope it's not too serious to have to get rid of the whole thing in exchange of new laptop. That would mean loss of my W16J pictures and videos, and my movie collection, and 6ps, and ppts. Oh, bugger. i'm just glad I didn't download all those PuzzleBobble or Mario games. (: That's less heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Meanwhile, minus these unnecessary (and unwelcome) laptop's issues, life has been rather.... alright. Not too exciting, nor is it too mundane. It's almost one more week till the second semester, and I'm actually looking forward to knowing whoever's in my new class actually. Not that I'm going to actually know who's who just by looking at their names. Seeing familiar names would be nice, eh. Even if it's one Manh Tran Nhat, or another Han Yuhui. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On a side note, I met my Secondary 2 English teacher. No, wrong. She's more of a trainee teacher last time. So yes, I was a little taken aback when she started rambling non-stop "how are you"s and all that. I could hardly recognise her, taking like a whole of 3 seconds to match the face, the voice, and the friendliness, with my past. Funny how my memory is bad as compared to her, the much older one. Okay, not funny. But anyhow, I think she must have a superb memory considering the troops of students that she have the past four years or so. Either that, or I'm just THAT memorable a student. I'd like to think the latter. Haha. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That said, I think it's now obvious that the hiatus is now inexistence. Looking back, all the other hiatus I claimed I was going to have some previous posts ago, was really not much a hiatus, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, I'm going to keep updating this space, though not religiously, since I have to be back in the fighting-for-the-computer mode. It's tiring arguing with them kiddos, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5621959261206800879?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5621959261206800879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5621959261206800879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5621959261206800879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5621959261206800879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-much-for-hiatus.html' title='So much for hiatus.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-927780405229259624</id><published>2007-09-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:37:58.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hiatus, for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm currently using the home's computer, as the laptop's abit crazy, and decided to die on me for good. I know, bugger. One more week of holiday, damnit. I was not kidding when I told Yana I was mourning the death of the laptop! (She thought I was being funny. Which, no doubt, I am, effortlessly.) Uh, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, despite my rather dramatic reaction of the passing on of the loyal companion at school (uh, that's the laptop I'm talking about.), I've got something else to fuss about over the super free pastime. Like, newly-borrowed novels from the library. Oh yes, back to basics. My old fling, until that laptop comes along and be my pastime companion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not that I'm bragging, but I just finished one of the novels in a space of 4 hours. That's a feat for me, anyway. I'm a born bookworm. Ulat buku. Though, honestly, I don't quite like the idea of being associated with slimey disgusting creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Speaking of which, the dad came over today, seated right in our living room, trying to avoid any form of eye contact with anyone, acknowleding no one in particular. Me included. Not that I'm offended, really. I really don't have anything to say to him, much more hold a decent conversation. That, I realise today, could be due to the fact that I've not spoken to him for months, and our longest conversation so far (if you can even call it that.) have been a one minute feat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So much have been happening lately, you might wondering why I'm actually rambling about that person. Well, let's just say, some things happen, and the already tattered, torn album of the family photos have been mended perfectly, and safely kept underneath heaps of old textbooks. After four long years, I can really say that yes, I've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Being the baby of the family (sometimes literally.) I was not known or told about some stuff that is happening, or had happened. But I guess, now, I don't really want to know about anything more. As the saying goes, Ignorance is Bliss, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That said, all I'm trying to say is I'm feeling happy like nobody's business! &lt;s&gt;I would even dance to the Umbrella song if I could right now.&lt;/s&gt; As Yana would say it. Happy bolala! (whatever bolala is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So this could possibly be my last post until the laptop's back. I'll ramble then. And yes, I'm on hiatus till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS; I guess the "Speaking of which" bit on the fourth para seems a tad inappropriate considering what comes before it. Uh, but what the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-927780405229259624?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/927780405229259624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=927780405229259624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/927780405229259624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/927780405229259624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-hiatus-for-now.html' title='On hiatus, for now.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-158695907375689480</id><published>2007-09-02T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:27:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos i had a bad day.</title><content type='html'>Temperature's running high, here at home. The situation is getting a tad mind-taxing, I think everyone should just take a deep deep breathe and clench our fists and count to ten, and do all those supposedly helpful ways of subsiding that boiling rage slowly mouting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping and praying hard that this period will breeze through a little faster, while my sanity is still in check, and the facade is still tightly intact. I'm trying to make it sound everything is hunky dory here, despite the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-158695907375689480?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/158695907375689480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=158695907375689480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/158695907375689480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/158695907375689480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/cos-i-had-bad-day.html' title='cos i had a bad day.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5281228705682706774</id><published>2007-08-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:22.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class photos and what not.</title><content type='html'>Class photos. That's the best thing about Primary and Secondary school, I must say. Well, at least for me, it's one of those moments to look forward to. It's just so....exciting? Whenever Mr Photographer (weirdly enough, it's the same photographer I've seen taking my class photo for ten years.) comes around, I get abit excited. "It's that time of the year!". No, I'm not being dramatic here. Admit it, you get excited a little too, no? (Okay, maybe it's just me.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, when it's "that time of the year", you start worrying about how you should smile (wide, but not too wide, and not too tight either) and if the hair looks okay, or that tie doesn't look funny. Some even come to the extent of putting on make ups. (the girls, not the guys, of course.) Bottom line is; you want to look good, and decent, and not remotely close to semi-retarded. You want to look, uh, normal. Afterall, this picture would be published in the year book, where everyone in school will be getting it, and some bored person might be flipping through it scrutinising every face in every classes, like he got nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you must now be wondering why the hell am I writing about class photos, which is a tad random a topic to be musing about when I'm now in the middle of holidays. You see, Yana showed me her class photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rtf-3vhZstI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8Y30wPwc26k/s1600-h/retarded+yana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104828936250569426" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rtf-3vhZstI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8Y30wPwc26k/s400/retarded+yana.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She looks like she's saying "EH WAIIIT!" Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5281228705682706774?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5281228705682706774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5281228705682706774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5281228705682706774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5281228705682706774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/class-photos-and-what-not.html' title='Class photos and what not.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rtf-3vhZstI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8Y30wPwc26k/s72-c/retarded+yana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-1162722273893654502</id><published>2007-08-29T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:02:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Wasting Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With the three weeks of holiday here, it seems that the vicious cycle is back again. Don't get me wrong, I love holidays. It's in fact that time of the year worth fussing over. Suddenly there's a whole long list of "Things to do during the holiday" However, quite the contrary, my holiday so far have been remotely mind-numbing to say the least. It's already the 6th day, and all I could think about is what to do, when, and with who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It really doesn't help that all my shopping, movie, lunch kakis are all at school. I've to wait for them to be done with it (which is usually late) to meet them. And for those who are not in the know, I don't get out of the house after 12 because by then the lazy nerves would usually be creeping in. Basically, my holiday so far has been anything but productive. Sitting around at home doesn't help my dieting regime, I tell you. That's why, I've resort to payback my fasting. Oh yes, so exciting. That said, minus the humdrum of these few days (and more days to go) I've discovered something quite "useful". Note how I use "......." to stress the usefulness of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What I've discovered thanks to random musings, pondering, and staring at the ceiling is.....*hold your breath*....&lt;strong&gt;The Art of Wasting Time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now here's the what I've come up with so far. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Art of Wasting Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Come up with a list of "Things to Do" for the holidays and start doing all 20 of them only on the last week, or maybe never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what I'm planning to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Chat up a mate at MSN as someone else and come up with a bizarre tale about you, the stranger, hacking into your account. Then ask that mate stupid questions like "Are you gay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's exactly what Ella's doing now. Like, nothing better to do, I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Good old Youtube-ing. Just watch one video and link all the way, from one to another. Uh, until you got sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Type "kenjumba" and watch. The guy's super funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) Use Photobucket to upload pictures, and upload them 20 pictures at once. That done, try make a slideshow of it, but don't save. See what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been doing that for days. Proven to be highly effective. Btw, that W16J pictures I said I'd upload? That'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) Think of how to waste time, and make a list of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Technically, I have only 4 points in my "Art of Wasting Time" list, but I'll go think of more if I have nothing better to do.&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;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1162722273893654502?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1162722273893654502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1162722273893654502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1162722273893654502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1162722273893654502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-of-wasting-time.html' title='The Art of Wasting Time.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-4903203521426406651</id><published>2007-08-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:01:26.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's so much to say about them W16J and our last day as a class. Though the pictures are already sent, uploaded in the laptop and all, I'm just really lazy to do all those uploading pictures in the post now. So yes, that will be done maybe tomorrow, the next day, the next week, or maybe never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Meanwhile, you guys can go to Yusra's space, or my friendster for all the pictures.((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, back to our last day, which was yesterday, it was not as dramatic as I thought it would be. Everyone kept our emo mode in check, I guess. We basically had a happy farewell for our last day as a class. Snapped too much photos, I almost got tired of smiling, since we'd done our camwhoring since the Monday. Oh, and I got the most retarded picture taking moments the last few days. I realised, I now hate taking pictures because of the awkwardness in trying hard to smile when you really don't feel like doing it. I know, wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But anyhow, since it's the last day and all, obviously I have so much to write and blg about. So that will be done, when I feel like it. Uploading pictures is not my favourite thing to do while bored, even to shitlessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The day I'll blog about all this, will be the day I publish the next post. So yes, happy waiting. Till then, I'm leaving this space stagnant. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4903203521426406651?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4903203521426406651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4903203521426406651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4903203521426406651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4903203521426406651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-for-now.html' title='gone for now.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2835852941159280512</id><published>2007-08-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:22.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So much camwhoring done, so much pictures taken over these few days. That's because, it's the last few days with them W16J. Here's a little visual insights from today until the rest of the photos are uploaded, sent and edited. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101158860926333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rsr09PhZspI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PxgujidL4Ic/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had to create a game for today's last Communication module. So yes, that's my team's "board game". Or rather, the aftermath of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rsr33vhZsrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Vf4q9gwb1b8/s1600-h/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101162064971936434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rsr33vhZsrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Vf4q9gwb1b8/s400/IMG_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faci Gwen treated us to pizzas. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2835852941159280512?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2835852941159280512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2835852941159280512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2835852941159280512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2835852941159280512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-last-time.html' title='One last time.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rsr09PhZspI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PxgujidL4Ic/s72-c/DSC01501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-6928126494304145239</id><published>2007-08-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:50:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally rantings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's already Sunday night now, and I realise (though a little too late) that I practically burned my weekend just rotting in front of the laptop. I mean just doing that. It was a good distraction, in a bad way. I didn't even have my lunch or dinner, and ended up binging on the leftover samosas the aunts made for guests. The cyber world's addictive, I tell you. I blog hop, I watch videos, I watch newly added movies, blog hop some more, then the videos, and then add more movies. (and the vicious cycle just continues until I got tired of it - which wasn't anytime sooner.)Uh yes, I find something to do somehow, when I have nothing better to do &lt;s&gt;nohow&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the National Day Rally was on TV, so I got a little excited. No, nothing patriotic about it, really. It's been a personal tradition for me, to watch the rally religiously every year. Yes, the PM's speech is sometimes a tad boring, discussing about current affairs oblivious young Singaporeans wouldn't care a hoot about. (Like making babies for the population, and the CPF craps, not to miss out all the detailed mathematical explanation.) But anyway, I just watch it because well, it seems rather interesting. Besides the occassional dry humour, and little quips, there's something about the rally that have always made me abit rapt watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, the thought of the leader of the country talking for hours, standing, while the rest of the auditorium are sitting seems a little paradoxical, no? Plus, there's possibility that them people who are sitting in the audience may or may not be listening to the PM's speech after a good one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I must say, the best bit of this whole rally episode is when Mr Cameraman decides to zoom the lens at the audience for awhile. This is when I usually would catch people in action, nodding their head, trying not to sleep while their heavy eyelashes never seems to help, people closing their eyes, pretending to listen, and also (yes) people digging their nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you never know. Digging your nose, "live" on national tv? As that old tv show catchphrase says; "SMILE, YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA!". Oh, and PM Lee had a funny way of waving at the last bit, no? Haha. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Alright, I'm done with this rally rantings. I've got school to go to tomorrow. It's the last week, and also first of last four days with them W16J. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6928126494304145239?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6928126494304145239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6928126494304145239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6928126494304145239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6928126494304145239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/rally-rantings.html' title='Rally rantings.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2913790984024268691</id><published>2007-08-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:23.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with a flu, cold and vb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After 15 weeks, I realise that it's true. For all those VB lessons since day one, I know why I forever feel like sleeping. As Jeff puts it aptly yesterday: "SERENE YONG SUCKS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RsUKa_hZsoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YevJEdQyG2s/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099493611911361154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RsUKa_hZsoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YevJEdQyG2s/s400/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need a sleep, one good dose of medication and more sleep. Which means I need to be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghh. Should have listen to Yuhui and not come to school today. Yes, for once, she's giving wise advice. Doesn't help that of all the days it could have rain, it has to be today. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to buy a cake for Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2913790984024268691?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2913790984024268691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2913790984024268691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2913790984024268691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2913790984024268691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-flu-cold-and-vb.html' title='the one with a flu, cold and vb.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RsUKa_hZsoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YevJEdQyG2s/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-541250461655028019</id><published>2007-08-15T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:34:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutting up and out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm currently in school. I feel like going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's Science, which explains my non-existent enthusiasm. For those who are notin the know, Science and me doesn't go well together. It's mind-boggling, not to mention makes no sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't feel like talking today. In fact, I don't feel like doing anything today. I should have opted for skipping today, and lie down on the bed, and sleep the day away, like nobody's business. Meanwhile, since I'm already here, I'll just get caught up in my own little reverie, and countdown the hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-541250461655028019?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/541250461655028019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=541250461655028019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/541250461655028019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/541250461655028019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/shutting-up-and-out.html' title='shutting up and out.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-491553477238347747</id><published>2007-08-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:38:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about blogging, and all those random stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know, as much as I'm prone to blogging random posts, I hate reading it back, because it seems to have this rather.... bleah thing about it. I don't like the fact that I don't like the way I write. Some people seems to be blessed with the ability to write interesting stuff, and get readers engaged, eventhough their life is probably as mundane as ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That said, one of my favourite bloggers is going on a long hiatus because he's pretty much done with the blogging stuff. Oh, and even the sister is thinking about writing a diary, and do less blogging - Back to Basic, I say. Funny thing is, I'm the one being bothered about having lesser blogs to religiously visit every 2 days. (Prying into people's lives has been found to be stress relieving.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But yes, speaking of random blogging, I'd say I'm much in favour when it comes to random talking. There's only few people who'd understand my random musings of anything and everything under the sun. So I had one of my random talking with a friend just now. And I must say, it really helps that she get what I mean, when I say about stuff. There's some stuff people won't get even if you re-narrate the whole scene again. They'd say "I know how you feel, I get what you mean.", but the truth of the matter is they don't. They really just want to make you feel better. But anyhow, that, my friend, was rather refreshing, and yes, stress relieving. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On a side note, besides all those random blogging and random talking, I think these few days have been rather, erm, insightful. I get to finally see the lighter side of everything, and enjoy the simple things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To cite a very good example, yesterday, I started my payback fasting (which is a bad idea for a Monday.). So I was blissful getting the "I don't feel hungry, I don't feel hungry" mood halfway through the day, when the second break comes. Before I knew it, the hunger pangs keep hitting my abdominal nerves. Them people was really "helpful" by having chocolate waffles, and Ili's mom's super delicious food right smack in front of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Moral of the story? Enjoy those simple things in life, that you've gleefully take for granted! Lesson learnt, today, I murdered Ili's mom's super delicious food, chicken pie, tuna sandwiches, skittles, and one meal of LJS. ((: Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh,and you know those laughing fits that we get once in awhile. The one you can't seem to stop laughing, eventhough it's not funny anymore. The one where you laugh so much, your jaw hurts. Uh, well, I got one of those on the way back home today. I was alone, in the train. I had to pretend talking to someone on the phone, just so people won't think I'm crazy, and the uncle in front of me wouldn't think I was laughing at his miss-matched pink shirt and dark red pants ala ah beng clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Speaking of which, red pants still do exist, do you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For all you know, I just finish blogging yet another random post, and yes, it's going redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-491553477238347747?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/491553477238347747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=491553477238347747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/491553477238347747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/491553477238347747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-blogging-and-all-those-random.html' title='about blogging, and all those random stuff.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5429872682006234570</id><published>2007-08-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:56:02.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm blogging now because I seem to feel the need to. Just. This would be one of those random posts, whereby I'l write whatever comes to mind, and you make what of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kiddos went back to their house since Thursday, and will only be back tomorrow. I'd say it's been rather quiet at home, with no din made, or them boisterous kiddos bursting in the bedroom every now and then. I'm basking in the tranquility, really. That said, I'm missing them all the same. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've discovered something about someone today. It's not really something that I think I should put up here, for everyone (or anyone) to read. I have no problem about it happening. In fact, I feel a glimmer of wicked satisfaction about what had happened. But yes, I still can't say and tell all about what had happened. (and you might be wondering why the hell I'm writing about it in the first place) But still, I can't tell you what I'm dying to tell, it's annoying!!! Gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know that saying, about putting out your dirty laundry for all to see. (well, something like that.) ....er, ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a sidenote, and to sidetrack alot, I've broke my record, and watched five Japanese/Korean shows today, rotting in front of the laptop, like nobody's business. ((: Those shows are addictive, I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other news, I thought today was Sunday, and I was actually planning what to wear to school for the whole 2 minutes. Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, like I said RANDOM-ing!!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5429872682006234570?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5429872682006234570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5429872682006234570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5429872682006234570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5429872682006234570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-ing.html' title='Random-ing.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-3471375958280872211</id><published>2007-08-11T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T16:03:57.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I murdered fast foods like nobody's business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know those diseases people get when they eat too much unhealthy food? Well, I think I'm getting them sooner or soonest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3471375958280872211?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3471375958280872211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3471375958280872211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3471375958280872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3471375958280872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-murdered-fast-foods-like-nobodys.html' title='I murdered fast foods like nobody&apos;s business.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6800791518796265759</id><published>2007-08-08T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:24.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsons movie date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrmoxGvBe1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LUjCpL0TuQs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096290014921325394" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="191" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrmoxGvBe1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LUjCpL0TuQs/s400/images.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Simpsons clan are idiotic, silly and simply hilarious. It's so funny, I couldn't stop laughing the whole of that one and a half hour. At one point, the nachos I was holding were flying on air, and the box snapped close as I was laughing too hard. The chips got mixed with cheese, and we didn't feel like eating it anymore ( because it was disgusting, duh.) If only there's much more space, I would have laugh out rolling if I could. There was even applause at the end of the movie, which is unusual, really. So yes, MUST WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and dear Melly turn 18 today (Happy 18-ing!) so I thought I could just treat her instead of those cards and presents. (which would probably exist after 4 months or never.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, lucky for her, she spend her birthday with me. Free movie, free nacho combos, and a good company. (Haha.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6800791518796265759?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6800791518796265759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6800791518796265759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6800791518796265759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6800791518796265759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsons-movie-date.html' title='Simpsons movie date.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrmoxGvBe1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LUjCpL0TuQs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3750362049722356793</id><published>2007-08-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:24.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more overdose of pills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RriNnWvBe0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dU-qIbYPD8s/s1600-h/DSC03567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095978685626940226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RriNnWvBe0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dU-qIbYPD8s/s400/DSC03567.JPG" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet another suicide. What have the whole come to, I wonder. It seems like jumping in front of a fast-moving train have now become the fast ticket to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse, we are all implicated into the aftermath of your sillyness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3750362049722356793?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3750362049722356793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3750362049722356793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3750362049722356793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3750362049722356793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-more-overdose-of-pills.html' title='No more overdose of pills.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RriNnWvBe0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/dU-qIbYPD8s/s72-c/DSC03567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-4709541608919347798</id><published>2007-08-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:00:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about horror movies and deodorants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just spent 9 bucks to close my eyes almost throughout that Alone movie.No, I'm not going to do a full length movie review or anything. Partly, because I'll end up giving spoilers, and people would kill me for that. Mostly, because I'm lazy, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All I can say is, the movie was scary enough for me, the faint-hearted. And I shall swear off horror movies for a long time now. On a side note, watching scary movie and not able to scream your guts out, because nobody else seems to be screaming, sucks. Really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In other news, I ended this week by eating two KFC meals for lunch and dinner, which pretty much defeats the whole purpose of my "dieting regime" since Monday. Drats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And to sidetrack a little bit, to something that pretty much have nothing to do with the previous paragraphs... I don't see why some people couldn't find the time to get a dash of deodorant running under their sweaty armpits before coming into the god forsaken air-conditional train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had the longest, torturous 36 minutes ride home having your malodorous arms stretch out right smack beside my nose, Mister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4709541608919347798?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4709541608919347798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4709541608919347798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4709541608919347798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4709541608919347798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-about-horror-movies-and-deodorants.html' title='The one about horror movies and deodorants.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-279688426605189523</id><published>2007-08-01T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:24.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheater cheater cheater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrCkPmvBeyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tMOm3YBXJDY/s1600-h/damnit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093751766558800674" style="WIDTH: 515px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="305" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrCkPmvBeyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tMOm3YBXJDY/s400/damnit.bmp" width="515" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrCkPmvBeyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tMOm3YBXJDY/s1600-h/damnit.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you're interested to know the ending of the story, you can purchase the book on the Online Store. The book is not available at bookstores.The book version contains all the chapters in this website plus three more chapters (Chapter 18, Chapter 19 and Chapter 20). So in total, there are twenty chapters."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I chanced upon this site, and ended up reading through the whole story. Or so I thought. I spend almost three hours reading until the chapter 17, which of course, I thought was the last chapter. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel so....cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-279688426605189523?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/279688426605189523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=279688426605189523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/279688426605189523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/279688426605189523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheater-cheater-cheater.html' title='cheater cheater cheater.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RrCkPmvBeyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tMOm3YBXJDY/s72-c/damnit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-257129718633637889</id><published>2007-08-01T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:54:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend-ish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a trying few months. It's all happening a little too fast, I must say. I was once in mix of fear, sheer joy, excitement and poignance, when I got to know I'm accepted to the literally greener pasture. Yes, all that new environment shit sometimes gets to me, I'm just bad at letting go, and plunging myself into new everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fast forward, it's almost the end of semester one. I'm getting used to new friends, struggling to keep in touch with the old ones, missing many random people badly. I really am just rambling craps right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Old friends, new friends.... who cares, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-257129718633637889?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/257129718633637889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=257129718633637889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/257129718633637889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/257129718633637889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend-ish.html' title='friend-ish.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6642892027989314901</id><published>2007-07-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:25.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Hector and the boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rq9WAGvBexI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JQxM_PC80ok/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093384263387151122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rq9WAGvBexI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JQxM_PC80ok/s320/DSC01453.JPG" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"....rancid little turds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know those times when you watch those British shows with heavily-accented actors speaking rather fluently, and you spend half the time trying to figure out what the hell they are talking about, it's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I had mine today. History Boys, to say the least, was rather mind-boggling and used such profound language, and peppered with some literature,it made me feel like I'm learning English all over again. But anyhow, I must say Mr Hector looks too pitiful when he weep, it makes you want to go give the big guy a big hug. Of course, Yuhui would definitely agree with me, though she won't openly say it. Don't bother protesting, and feign "innocence", Yuhui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As Mr Hector would say it; "hush, Ella, hush."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6642892027989314901?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6642892027989314901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6642892027989314901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6642892027989314901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6642892027989314901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-hector-and-boys.html' title='Mr Hector and the boys.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/Rq9WAGvBexI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JQxM_PC80ok/s72-c/DSC01453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-4655752940994169319</id><published>2007-07-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:55:38.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I mean when I say "Shoo."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish they'd just leave me alone. Not acting like they care. Not pretending they know what I'm doing. Not trying to aggravate the situation more. Not anything. rien de. nichts. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.....buzz off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4655752940994169319?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4655752940994169319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4655752940994169319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4655752940994169319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4655752940994169319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-mean-when-i-say-shoo.html' title='When I mean when I say &quot;Shoo.&quot;'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-236463629318013959</id><published>2007-07-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:36:29.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow food,can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yo momma so fat, when she wears a yellow raincoat, people says "Taxi!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally went down to town with Yuhui after months long of hiatus from the bustling crowd. The whole point of that impromptu trip was to go to Topshop, check out some clothes for the wardrobe, again. And again, I did not buy any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But anyhow, I thought going to Orchard Road was a smart idea, since I needed some exercise thanks to yesterday's unhealthy binging. It's like killing two birds at one time. Walking and shopping. But after much walking, we got hungry and (yes, boys and girls...) I ate fast food again. This time, I switched MacD's for a KFC's buddy meal. As if that'd helps! Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That aside, we had lunch at Lido, and watched a movie from Yuhui's laptop. History Boys. I get the gist of what the movie's about, but I was randomly distracted between the show and the crispy chicken. I must make a mental note to watch the show again, nevertheless. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a different note, and to sidetrack abit, I regret putting up that now infamous "tummy picture". My already low self-esteem is plunging down to the minimum, and I'm now convinced I'm getting fat by the minute. So much so, I could possibly be sticking to my new diet of chicken pie and waffles only for lunches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly all that "Yo momma so fat..." jokes doesn't seem a bit funny anymore. Drats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-236463629318013959?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/236463629318013959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=236463629318013959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/236463629318013959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/236463629318013959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/slow-foodcan.html' title='Slow food,can?'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8768229831823602360</id><published>2007-07-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:27.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update! UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".....my life is so pathetic, the only thing I could worry about is what to wear to school the next day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School have been rather hectic lately, I simply couldn't find the time to blog, which pretty much explains why the space has been stagnant with short redundant posts. But anyhow, I decided to finally update with one long decent post just so some pics in my folder can finally be deleted. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l just start from the Saturday. Yes, five days ago. I spent my weekend going to Yana's school and then the cousin's house for the nephew's 1st year birthday party. ((: So there I was, blithefully sitting behind them all being the background while Yana's teacher do all the low down on her studies stuff. You know, those parent-teacher meeting craps. After the lunch, the mom, out of the blue, suggested on taking a neoprint. (!!) That was a task, getting the brother to get inside the shop. Haha. Anyhow, that turned out pretty well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqinGGvBesI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LY19Ske_TAo/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091503102071241410" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqinGGvBesI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LY19Ske_TAo/s320/DSC01402.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rqil_2vBepI/AAAAAAAAANs/zxyFkN7LwTk/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091501895185431186" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rqil_2vBepI/AAAAAAAAANs/zxyFkN7LwTk/s320/DSC01389.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rqil_2vBeqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5olCX1BKzaY/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091501895185431202" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="253" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rqil_2vBeqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5olCX1BKzaY/s320/DSC01396.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rqil_2vBerI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lu0o2DAOuA0/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091501895185431218" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="252" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rqil_2vBerI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lu0o2DAOuA0/s320/DSC01397.JPG" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The birthday party was alright, too. It really was just another family gathering. A little catching up done, the food was delicious, and a little murdering-the-chickens session for me. =p You see, I realise that I now seems to have the fetish for eating. And when I say eating, I do mean eating. I can binge on food almost four times a day, and still feel hungry, it's scary. Of course, my passion for food seems to be limited to fast food a.k.a junk food. Without exaggerating even abit, I can say I'm now 4kg heavier and bigger. asjdkjahjlk. I need some work out, and I need them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not that I'm ignorant of my mounting kilos. I did try planning a diet whateveryoucallthem. To be exact, I promised myself yesterday that I was not going to go to lunchbreak today, and just have a nice healthy breakfast at home. No waffles, no potato puff, no nothing. BUT dear Yuhui had to be nice and "thoughtfull" to ask me if I want mac breakfast since she was already there, and buying. *sigh* It was just my guilty pleasure. ((: Anyhow, it was fun having lunch in class, just the two of us, nice blasting music and my two dollar meal. But we got lethargic for awhile and snapped a picture or two. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091500370472041026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqiknGvBekI/AAAAAAAAANE/AHWcKXoIEOQ/s320/macds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091500370472041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqiknGvBemI/AAAAAAAAANU/6nG1C84yXlE/s320/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As if that wasn't enough, she decided to psycho me to go down to Bishan on the pretext of helping me find new clothes, to add to my oh-so pathetic wardrobe. Pfft. Guess what we ended up doing? Having yet another MacD's meal. And oh, guess what happen to me after that? My tummy decided to go bloated like nobody's business, and makes me look pregnant-ish. Gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091500065529362978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqikVWvBeiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YAoUGbUn2cg/s320/perotss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See, I even took the liberty to take a picture of it just so you won't think I was exaggerating. *no camera tricks was involved ehh.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty things aside, there really are so much more things that have been happening lately. Like the day I feel inspired to take up driving lesson as soon as possible, thanks to the drive around the carpark with them people in Ili's car, and also hitching a ride from Julie on Tuesday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day I randomly flip through the album and found one space of my movie ticket page naked. That, ladies and gentleman, "inspires" me to watch movie as soon as possible. So who wants to watch the Simpsons, text me!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091500370472041042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqiknGvBelI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZQjWuOuLQQ8/s320/GV.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I had an F for my Science UT that day. My score was a pathetic 1 out of 30 something. But to know that there's people who gets even more pathetic zeros gives me a glimmer of hope. (ok wth.) But anyhow, that "inspires" me to get anything but F for UTs. *heart pain lah sister!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091145039237708306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqdhcGvBehI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DgSruQAtLz4/s400/grade.bmp" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that day, when Yana officially name this stray cat under our block "Molly" thanks to the cute mole ala Phua Chu Kang, I was "inspired" to spend more time with her. The fact that she's starting to name cats and talking to them makes me think I have a long lost sister that I never knew I had. And her name is "Molly". Nur Moly Bte Omar eh? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091500069824330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RqikVmvBejI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HoWjCCYmZak/s320/molly..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her. She. It. Molly Bte Omar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, before I start crapping nonsense, I think this is enough for some decent blogging. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHEERSSS.&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/20338563-8768229831823602360?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8768229831823602360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8768229831823602360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8768229831823602360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8768229831823602360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='update! UPDATE!'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RqinGGvBesI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LY19Ske_TAo/s72-c/DSC01402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-2561676498614838745</id><published>2007-07-22T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:27:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will hear it from the restttt....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" .....and it goes on and on and on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all songs that could possibly exist and ever composed on this Mother Earth, there's only one "song" that's been playing on my mind the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republic Neverending song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me crazeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2561676498614838745?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2561676498614838745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2561676498614838745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2561676498614838745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2561676498614838745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-will-hear-it-from-restttt.html' title='you will hear it from the restttt....'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7652427503408876198</id><published>2007-07-19T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:58:11.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slgr.</title><content type='html'>They didn't go to MacD's afterall. So yes, there goes my hashbrowns takeaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Yusra: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Slgr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7652427503408876198?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7652427503408876198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7652427503408876198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7652427503408876198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7652427503408876198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/slgr.html' title='Slgr.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1788929334650940560</id><published>2007-07-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:40:32.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random musing.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in school, and its just the first breakout. I'm still too full thanks to that heavy breakfast of sandwiches and burger, so I prefered to stay behind, while them people go enjoy their MacD's breakfast meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, turning down MacD's breakfast is so unlike me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do, I have been binging on fast foods, ice creams and all those sinful indulgence almost everyday, it makes me feel oh so guilty. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I guess it's harmless hallucinating about dipping large fries into sundae hot fudge, and taking a huge bite of the fillet-o-fish. *sigh* Just the thought of it can seduce the tummy. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1788929334650940560?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1788929334650940560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1788929334650940560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1788929334650940560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1788929334650940560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-musing.html' title='random musing.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2484826104449298668</id><published>2007-07-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:27.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That random one.</title><content type='html'>If you've been asking me, or wondering why I have not been updating this space, don't believe me when I say I'm busy. Or not "inspired" to write anything. Or (my favourite excuse...) nothing much happen. Because the truth is; I've not been busy at all, I am never "inspired" before I write any posts, and so much have happen these few days, this whole one week, and the week before that, I don't know where to start, and how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to the previous post, I won't delve too much into it if I'm you. I won't tell you what that was all about because most of you would start asking string of questions that I won't feel like answering. (I know because I'm a born kaypoh-chee too.) Just so you know, and if it makes you feel more enlightened at all, everything's better now. Not good, but better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to sidetrack a bit, school seems to be back to being mundane. No, I'm not whining yet again. The devil in me seems to have the urge to skip classes altogether. But no, I'm still a sane, for now. *sings "I Will Survive"*. Fortunately, the class' sudden interest in having dress code to school makes up for the humdrum of school. So we were Formal on Wednesday, All Black on Thursday, and Sky's The Limit on Friday. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, everything else's in the life have been pretty normal (read: boring but bearable.) I can't remember whatever happened back before last Saturday, and I don't intend to ask people around what I did when. (they usually have much better memory than me.) Unfortunately, they also have better things to do than recalling what I did when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm trying to write a long decent post here, but it seems like there really is not much. However, I'm attempting to outdone Yusra's super long entry, without writing any &lt;s&gt;funny&lt;/s&gt; Malay. So, I'll just start rambling randomly now, about whatever that have been happening, and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The top's the what, and the bottom's the why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about that Live Earth concert, and how ironic it is, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like everyone else's have wrote about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Takuya Kimura's dramas online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom have been buying us Ladies'/Women's/ Teenage girls magazine lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She want us to be girly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those magazines are aptly named "SimplyHer" and "HerWorld", imprinted bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's trying to give us big hint that she wants us to be a lot girl-ly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana actually bothered to read those magazines, which is unlike her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was flipping through, rather quickly, to the back page; she wanted to see the horoscope bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that laptops don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mine would be begging for mercy, and screaming for suicide by now; I've used it 10 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't have to here &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; Ella gushing over &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; Torres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think white, skinny, tall and blonde is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to watch Mr Harry Potter&lt;s&gt;better known as Hairy Potek&lt;/s&gt; on cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It should be on telly in five years. I can wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I seem to have the talent in prying into people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just being concern, and no, I'll be nice and say it's not in the genes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prone to giving people birthday presents three months after their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better late than never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Umbrella song is very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been playing on my mind since this morning, it's driving me crazyyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana likes to say "*sigh* Yani, Yannniii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's trying to sound motherly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went CE talks this week and wrote two 400 words essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got no life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunt came all the way from Johor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She misses me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuhai thinks she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just let her think that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I binge on fast food the whole of this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On, and I found this picture in my hp's picture folder that day. I wonder who's the culprit, trying to be funny. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Whatthehell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087006705061648834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RpitpWk62cI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nPprurdv2qc/s320/DSC01299_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall end this post with a quote from Yusra this week, which managed to inject some real laughter in me, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Dunia ini besar!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2484826104449298668?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2484826104449298668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2484826104449298668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2484826104449298668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2484826104449298668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-random-one.html' title='That random one.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RpitpWk62cI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nPprurdv2qc/s72-c/DSC01299_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-4343793156701631627</id><published>2007-07-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:04:04.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solemn truth.</title><content type='html'>We've all lived in the fallacies a little too long. Now, reality check. But still, we've all have to have some faith, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to be strong for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard, and still praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4343793156701631627?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4343793156701631627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4343793156701631627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4343793156701631627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4343793156701631627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/solemn-truth.html' title='solemn truth.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6562168396702250144</id><published>2007-07-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:28.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Theraphy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoybPrfHh9I/AAAAAAAAALs/ifiL8Yv-dqM/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083608773068031954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoybPrfHh9I/AAAAAAAAALs/ifiL8Yv-dqM/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really get why shopping is a theraphy. I mean, it only makes your wallet thinner, and your heart aches. But yes, I did some shopping today with the aunt. Pushing the shopping cart around the empty supermarket mindlessly ignites the little child in me. I get to pick out my bottles of milks and boxes of cereals. (Yes, minus the fast food unk, I'm a healthy child at heart! Pfft.) The best bit is; I don't have to pay for any of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm like a happy kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6562168396702250144?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6562168396702250144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6562168396702250144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6562168396702250144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6562168396702250144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/shopping-theraphy.html' title='Shopping Theraphy.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RoybPrfHh9I/AAAAAAAAALs/ifiL8Yv-dqM/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-4978337655252474586</id><published>2007-07-03T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:05:59.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No transformer for Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at AMK Hub MacD's, just done with the dinner with Yuhui. I was supposed to be watching Transformers now, for the 610pm show. But I think the whole of Ang Mo Kio decided to watch it today too. Only the first row seats were left, and we were not planning to pay 8 bucks to get a neck pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4978337655252474586?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4978337655252474586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4978337655252474586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4978337655252474586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4978337655252474586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-transformer-for-tuesday.html' title='No transformer for Tuesday.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-2775382604590219708</id><published>2007-07-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:30.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights out.</title><content type='html'>Saturday was spent at the National Stadium, watching that much anticipated match between Singapore vs Australia. Okay, I'll rephrase that. That much anticipated match &lt;em&gt;(that Australia was going to win)&lt;/em&gt; between Singapore vs Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, newsflash two days ago: &lt;strong&gt;Singapore 0- 3 Australia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like a proud citizen, and a true fan of the Lions since three years ago, I went there with much faith for the Lions to at least score a goal, but of course not win the game. &lt;em&gt;Yes, that's true fan for you. &lt;/em&gt;I'm still suffering from the aftermath of that whole evening. It was afterall, the closing ceremony of the Grand Ol' Lady. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off was the veterans' match. It was a tad boring, rather funny at one point and dreadful for awhile. It was bad enough that Fandi Ahmad was not playing, so I only recognise two or three players on the pitch. The crowd was still coming into the stadium at half time, so didn't really feel like a real match. To make it worse, I thought it felt like watching a bunch of uncles and grandpas playing weekend football to lose some weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, the rest of the evening was alright. Yes, I was a little upset that them Lions didn't manage even a goal despite two goals on shot, and Alam Shah wasn't there to spice up the forwards. (I'm aware of my disability at describing, thank you.) and I coudn't even get a decent glimpse of Harry Kewell. (not that I really was bothered by it) But watching it with the brother and cousins who didn't think twice of shouting instructions and cursing mindlessly more than make up for it. They were a laugh, I tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and thanks to the closing ceremony thing and the NDP preview going on at the same time, it really felt like being at NDP; nostalgic, patriotic and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err, it was fun, indeed. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082444776801273778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Roh4mLfHh7I/AAAAAAAAALc/HMDOsp8foe8/s320/CIMG1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082444781096241090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Roh4mbfHh8I/AAAAAAAAALk/NUOmCmjv6E0/s320/CIMG1844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082443999412193186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Roh347fHh6I/AAAAAAAAALU/Sk9TjNlDcpY/s320/CIMG1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082431608431544210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RohsnrfHh5I/AAAAAAAAALM/kWMn5Op8vNo/s320/CIMG1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-2775382604590219708?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2775382604590219708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=2775382604590219708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2775382604590219708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/2775382604590219708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/lights-out.html' title='Lights out.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Roh4mLfHh7I/AAAAAAAAALc/HMDOsp8foe8/s72-c/CIMG1852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-1751959596023800374</id><published>2007-06-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:03:06.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing better to do, you see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="176" alt="I am going to die at 91.  When are you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=1696" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidtester.com/ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="StupidTester.com says I'm 45% Stupid! How stupid are you? Click Here!" src="http://www.stupidtester.com/badge/70a496eb037b5ee4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; BACKGROUND: url(http://mingle2.com/css/img/quiz/badge1_green.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mingle2.com/geek-quiz"&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block;color:#000;" &gt;15% Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 45% stupd, 15 % geek. And I'm going to die at the age of 91. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1751959596023800374?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1751959596023800374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1751959596023800374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1751959596023800374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1751959596023800374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-nothing-better-to-do-you-see.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing better to do, you see.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-3177613412938863100</id><published>2007-06-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day ten people when missing.(in action only.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJeZLfHh2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SZ4Nzc_ekM4/s1600-h/Image468_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080727116300388194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJeZLfHh2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SZ4Nzc_ekM4/s320/Image468_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff trying to beat boredom: Arranging W16J-ians according to age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprise I survived school today. It was rather mundane to say the least. Ten people was absent, which I think was too much a coincidence, and so the class was exceptionally quiet. We had only three groups presenting, which was good. My team and Yuhui's decided to merge. (I thought they were trying to be funny when they suggested it) So yes, there we were; ten people up front presenting. Ten's a crowd, I tell you. For a last (thirty) minute powerpoint preparation, we took quite awhile presenting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up doing just a one-liner, sharing one slide with Shiew Mee and Yusra. And Althea noticed us not saying much, she thought we should conclude the conclusion (which I thought we had concluded already.) I didn't say anything, because I was completely, utterly clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm surprised I survived school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers?&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/20338563-3177613412938863100?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3177613412938863100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3177613412938863100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3177613412938863100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3177613412938863100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-ten-people-when-missingin-action.html' title='The day ten people when missing.(in action only.)'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJeZLfHh2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SZ4Nzc_ekM4/s72-c/Image468_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3821317767419414180</id><published>2007-06-26T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:42:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How exciting.</title><content type='html'>I just had the most exciting 3 minutes bus ride of my life. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3821317767419414180?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3821317767419414180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3821317767419414180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3821317767419414180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3821317767419414180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-exciting.html' title='How exciting.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-664732881262148933</id><published>2007-06-24T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Joo, my dawg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJe-LfHh3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G_RhXXsRYkE/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080727751955548018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJe-LfHh3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G_RhXXsRYkE/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school for the SLC activity. I'm a little shagged here, so this is going to be short. So minus that dreadful Opera performance, I had fun, make new friends, got to finally do some volunteer work (though this is just ushering and nannying them people.) Everything was perfect, for a Sunday spent at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this pretty much conradicts what Ting Joo (the Cheshire Home resident I was incharge of.) said, as I wheeled him to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME: So did you have fun today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TJ: No&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080727842149861250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJfDbfHh4I/AAAAAAAAALE/dZS6PVktiI0/s320/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He's a shy man, that Ting Joo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-664732881262148933?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/664732881262148933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=664732881262148933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/664732881262148933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/664732881262148933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/ting-joo-my-dawg.html' title='Ting Joo, my dawg.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RoJe-LfHh3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G_RhXXsRYkE/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-4015146306146527280</id><published>2007-06-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:32:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot dot dot</title><content type='html'>The headache got worse on Friday, so I thought I should just stay in on Friday. It was so irritating that the head gets painful whenever I coughed. It feels kind of a vibration. Yes, it's as though I've set the handphone in silent, vibration only mode before swallowing it, but it somehow ended up at the head thanks to indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's a bad way of describing it. And a bad joke. &lt;s&gt;(I'm not funny when I'm sick.)&lt;/s&gt; (I'm not funny either way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, that whole first paragraph is actually pointless. All I wanted to say is that I skipped class on Friday because I was sick. And apparently, so did 9 others, and Loga. Well, I don't know about sick, but yes, they skipped Friday class too. I just hope it's not thanks to some flu bug. (: Anyhow, besides the tasteless KFC meal the uncle treat on Friday, I pretty much wasted my Friday. Today, I popped in four tablets, and slept, waking up feeling so much better. You can say, I was literally high on drugs. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, thanks to the sickness, I was bored. And when I got bored and restless, I watch videos on YouTube. And I somehow ended up watching Britain's Got Talent and then America's Got Talent (what's with all these carbon copies, these days. Those human brains have run out of creative juices?) This is one of those videos where I can watch many times and hear them sing, and get those weird vibes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/astiBCeMwpk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/astiBCeMwpk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will put up more videos if I got nothing better to do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4015146306146527280?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4015146306146527280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4015146306146527280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4015146306146527280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4015146306146527280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/dot-dot-dot.html' title='dot dot dot'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1519973564709664498</id><published>2007-06-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:23:22.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many mare mare jump eh?</title><content type='html'>It's only been the first week of school, and everything have been rather hectic lately. To start it off, I've been out of sorts since Tuesday thanks to the flu bug. It's the third day already, and I'm still blissfuly coughing and sniffing mindlessly like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, after five hours, one LJ meal and halfway through Prison Break, there's still one question lingering in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"How many meh meh jump over the wall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. It's driving me nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1519973564709664498?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1519973564709664498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1519973564709664498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1519973564709664498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1519973564709664498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-many-mare-mare-jump-eh.html' title='how many mare mare jump eh?'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-445716756418355037</id><published>2007-06-20T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:39:52.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drats.</title><content type='html'>"sniff sniff. cough cough. hacheeeeemm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, that pretty much sums up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-445716756418355037?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/445716756418355037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=445716756418355037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/445716756418355037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/445716756418355037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/drats.html' title='drats.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6283217187976113481</id><published>2007-06-19T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:10:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bug the bugger bugging the bugged.</title><content type='html'>The flu bug is bugging me silly. Just hope I'd be able to walk to school tomorrow, and not crawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6283217187976113481?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6283217187976113481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6283217187976113481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6283217187976113481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6283217187976113481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/bug-bugger-bugging-bugged.html' title='bug the bugger bugging the bugged.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7071517000509582427</id><published>2007-06-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:32:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays and whatnots.</title><content type='html'>I think I've left this blog stagnant long enough, so here I am to update. Just for the heck of it really. I know previously, I said that I'd update about that wedding and the chalet with the w16j mates. Now that it's pretty much old news, I don't see the point Anyhow, thanks to Suling, I have all the pictures in the photobucket, so feel free to have some visual insights. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for those who are not in the know, I'm done with the holidays. Today is the first day back at school, and I'm really not complaining. Sure, this holiday is not one month, just two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's being ambitious and all hardworking, trying to work on the Chemistry the first four days. Got a little comfortable sitting in front of the laptop, watching videos and whatnots the next few days. Basically, I burned my holiday break by doing pretty much nothing. To say that I've wasted my holiday is really an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to do some decent studying. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to do some decent cleaning. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;, I never did.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to do some decent shopping. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;, is never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to catch up with the books. The shelf is still collecting dust. I just have one cloth to add to the &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt;wardrobe, courtesy of a late birthday gift from a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, I &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; know I've put on a little weight thanks to much rotting. I found myself staring at the tummy after lunch today for a good three seconds, before attempting to hide all those excess, unwanted fats protruding out like nobody's business. I was pratically taking deep breathes so the tummy will be flat for five seconds. Now, if you were there to witness that distasteful sight, I just hope you were not on my right side happily taking pictures. (now why would anyone do that, really? Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's a long way to go before getting that nice abs and a flat tummy. ( I mean long, with a capital everything and an three exclamation marks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm done with all this talking about holidays' good and mostly bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7071517000509582427?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7071517000509582427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7071517000509582427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7071517000509582427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7071517000509582427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-and-whatnots.html' title='holidays and whatnots.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6923438984401674969</id><published>2007-06-11T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:31:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No blogging, goblog.</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about these days, I know where to start, but not when. If you could see my "Edit posts" page in my blogger account, you'd have seen many drafts of entries. &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; the result of many entries blogged and not published, thanks to it being either halfway, or just two lines written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I seem to be prone of doing things mid-way, and just dumped it altogether until I feel like picking up where I left off. A very good example is my Chemistry revision, but let's not get into that. So yes, my whole point is I did blog about lots of things but didn't get around to end it with the right ful stop. And now, those entries about the wedding, the chalet, and now the outing with kiddos shall still remain in the draft, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll take me one whole week to write one decent post, trying to squeeze all these in. Meanwhile, thanks for religiously visiting this humble abode, whoever you are. Don't bother visiting for few days. Maybe - just maybe, I'm leaving this space stagnant for awhle until there's something to write and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at past records, my no-blogging stint is not going to be too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6923438984401674969?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6923438984401674969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6923438984401674969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6923438984401674969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6923438984401674969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-blogging-goblog.html' title='No blogging, goblog.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5021019965106592729</id><published>2007-06-09T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:33:42.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Today's interesting. I'm glad I was there."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the chalet. There's so much to share, but I'm not sure where to begin, and which bits can be said. Meanwhile, I'll just wait for the pictures to come, and then blog about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5021019965106592729?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5021019965106592729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5021019965106592729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5021019965106592729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5021019965106592729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-for-now.html' title='Just for now.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-4608058598483606036</id><published>2007-06-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:20:53.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those random posts, again.</title><content type='html'>The sister's working on her so called "project"; a DIY jigsaw puzzle as a birthday present. I think she's crazy, and have nothing better to do. She thinks she's being sweet going through the trouble doing all this things. Which is quite true, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that pretty much explains why I'm still online at this unearthly hour, when usually I would have repose in the bed, entering Lala Land. I can't sleep with the lights on, I don't know why. So here's one of those entries where I'll write randomly whatever comes to mind; holiday, rotting at home, and whatnot. You just try make what of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the class chalet's tomorrow, and that's something to look forward to. Hopefully, I'll not be too busy indulging in all the food, to forget about doing some camwhoring for the next entry. I realised this space have been rather dry, I thought some pictures could make it not look too dead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm convinced I need a haircut really bad. It's getting rather stuffy having the hair tied up to a ponytail 24/7. Gee. I'd do a Britney if I have it my way. Come to think of it, it wouldn't be any difference anyway, if I come to school bald headed. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana mentioned something about dreaming of falling teeths last night, which I thought was funny, thanks to my vivid imagination of smiling without one front bug tooth. It was funny until I learned that dreaming of it is a bad omen; somebody's going to die or something. Now, I've never heard of this before. Whoever comes out with this omen crap better be a good liar. Because it's not funny; it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, this first week of holiday have been rather fruitful, if not exciting. I got to start on the revision for the paper, with much needed help from my self- appointed f.o.c tutor, Desmond. Since it was the holiday, and I'm lazy most of the days, and have better things to do than meet him just for him to explain all those mindblogging Chemistry stuff, I got some tutoring online, through the MSN. Yes, finally this MSN is put to good use. Haha. I'm on the right track with the revision, for now. (: That aside, rotting at home have been fat-inducing. I think I've put on a little weight, despite my many hours spent doing ahem, housework. I spend half the day playing online games, checking out YouTube videos and watching movie on the laptop, though. I just give it a rest when the aunt start nagging with a hint of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, life is pretty much normal. But for now, I'll go get some sleep, like I normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4608058598483606036?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4608058598483606036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4608058598483606036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4608058598483606036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4608058598483606036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-those-random-posts-again.html' title='One of those random posts, again.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6158078952059226435</id><published>2007-06-06T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:21:13.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I was being a bitch. It feels good, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6158078952059226435?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6158078952059226435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6158078952059226435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6158078952059226435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6158078952059226435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/beach.html' title='Beach.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6710330548380263206</id><published>2007-06-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:31.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"It was alright. Rather awkward, out of place, I think I miss out too much."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Bishan library studying and waiting for Desmond to nudge me so I can start my "e-learning". It's peaceful here. Too peaceful, I want to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, this pretty much makes my morning. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072817675003559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RmZEzGjo_tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kjCrdsNW9NA/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6710330548380263206?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6710330548380263206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6710330548380263206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6710330548380263206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6710330548380263206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-morning.html' title='great morning.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RmZEzGjo_tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kjCrdsNW9NA/s72-c/DSC01260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-3735453028857308087</id><published>2007-06-05T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RmVzCWjo_sI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MIpiaNMeZqk/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072587039554731714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RmVzCWjo_sI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MIpiaNMeZqk/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3735453028857308087?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3735453028857308087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3735453028857308087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3735453028857308087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3735453028857308087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/lol.html' title='LOL!'/><author><name>elyanee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RmVzCWjo_sI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MIpiaNMeZqk/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-1334505419353336907</id><published>2007-06-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:26:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I slap, shriek and scream my guts out.</title><content type='html'>I just watched that "Jangan Pandang Belakang" movie. (Don't Look Back). Thankfully, it's just on VCD, which means lots of people, lots of pillows to cover anything and everything, a remote control, and lights. And most importantly - Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must say I'm not a big fan of horror movies,. I just watched this one because it so happens I have nothing better to do, and I thought checking out what the hype is all about with this movie would be a nice way to spend my Saturday night. That's good and bad idea; depends on the way you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not in the know, I'm prone to screaming my guts out, and cringing at the sight of the so called "ghost", when watching horror movies. And &lt;em&gt;that,&lt;/em&gt; could be a little irritating. But this one beats all antics, thanks to this faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle got a tight slap on the face by me, when he creeps out from nowhere, sitting beside me staring to my face. All I can say is, in a scientific term, it was an involutary action. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1334505419353336907?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1334505419353336907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1334505419353336907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1334505419353336907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1334505419353336907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-slap-shriek-and-scream-my-guts-out.html' title='I slap, shriek and scream my guts out.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-4245832181499970816</id><published>2007-05-31T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:28:24.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I feel like blogging long nothings, randomly.</title><content type='html'>Do you know, reading or watching tv, or looking at the screen in the dark actually doesn't spoil the eyes, and neither does it makes you blind? Well, thanks to the Reader's Digest, I finally discover that. (Yes, exciting indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm doing exactly that - just to make sure it's reliable. If the degree's getting higher to the 900th, and the spec's getting thicker. you know who to blame. (I could possibly be one in every 5000 people in the population who still do not succumb to the wonders of contact lenses, and rely on good old specsy.) Why, Ugly Betty suddenly makes it trendy again, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you might be wondering why oh why am I rambling randomly now, in the unearthly hour of minutes past midnight (pass my bedtime!). Honestly, I too, have no idea why. I just had the itch to update the space, and I thought starting it off with a little "do you know"s might seem a little "cool", instead of the norm. Of course, obviously it's not, when you read this entry the second time round. &lt;strong&gt;( And I haven't even come to the "Do you know eating carrots doesn't make the eyesight any better" bit.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, like the usual entries, I would have update on the school life, and whine about it's mundane-ness despite the little excitements going on about every now and then. But today, now, this time, I really don't feel like doing it. In fact, I must say the eyes are half closed now (half opened, if you're optimistic.), and in usual days, I would have prefered slumbering than owl-ing, if there's even such a word. But tomorrow's holiday, and Friday's self-declared holiday, and after the weekends, it's still the holidays. And to folow my tradition (since today), if it's holiday time, staying up late is a must. (: After long hours, days, weeks of life bustling with non-stop activity, all I really want is to have a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's little things like this you take for granted that you desperately need after a long while. Pretty much like me and my MacD's breakfast. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been rather nostalgic, thinking about old episodes, and what might have been. But of course, I'd rather not elaborate on it as that would be a long (three hours if I make it a movie, 600 pages if I make it a book.) well, story. Meanwhile, it's a pity that I'm going to spend my Vesak Day at home instead of joining them people for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Yuhui mentioned that she have nothing much to blog about anymore. (maybe, thanks to our so excitng life.) I thought "I'll go blog today, when I have nothing to blog about, and post a long entry at that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's why you're reading this long entry of random ramblings that pretty much is going redundant, in the first place. (: And now, I shall go get that much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4245832181499970816?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4245832181499970816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4245832181499970816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4245832181499970816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4245832181499970816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-where-i-feel-like-blogging-long.html' title='The one where I feel like blogging long nothings, randomly.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6392232567802008531</id><published>2007-05-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:30:18.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber Torturing.</title><content type='html'>I got UT result, and I'm not exactly happy about it, much more jumping for joy. To think that this is only the first UT is not ego-boosting at all. Bruising, maybe. Boosting, &lt;em&gt;no. &lt;/em&gt;Before I start whining about the academic life a whole of the next three paragraphs, I think I shoud just leave it to that. On a much lighter note, I can't wait for the June holidays, and the much needed rotting at home and catching up with them people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'll just retreat to the bed and get back to my Reader's Digest , instead of torturing myself listening to budding singers in Anugerah. I've had enough enduring for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6392232567802008531?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6392232567802008531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6392232567802008531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6392232567802008531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6392232567802008531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/uber-torturing.html' title='Uber Torturing.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-10819477065616639</id><published>2007-05-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S OFFICIALLY 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BTRHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rll2_S1D_WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/idlihsV-Eq0/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069213685340437858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rll2_S1D_WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/idlihsV-Eq0/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's kecohrable. She's crazy. She's Zimot the Petom. And she's officially, legally, happily 20 years young! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-10819477065616639?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/10819477065616639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=10819477065616639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/10819477065616639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/10819477065616639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/shes-officially-20.html' title='SHE&apos;S OFFICIALLY 20!'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/Rll2_S1D_WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/idlihsV-Eq0/s72-c/DSC00990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-538398676764699370</id><published>2007-05-27T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:05:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read the previous post, if you hate spoilers.</title><content type='html'>I swear I accidentally blog about it. If you're wondering about what that "IT" is, it's a scene in the Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. But no, I won't say what scene that is, again. You see, it was really an oversight from me to presume that everyone had watched the show. Silly me. So I happily wrote some spoilers which pretty much makes some people mad. (Oops?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY HORR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm nice - apologising for blogging in my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, no war ehh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-538398676764699370?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/538398676764699370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=538398676764699370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/538398676764699370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/538398676764699370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-read-previous-post-if-you-hate.html' title='Don&apos;t read the previous post, if you hate spoilers.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7094378845356437121</id><published>2007-05-26T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:34:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates.</title><content type='html'>The blog have been rather boring lately, I'm even thinking of leaving it stagnant for weeks until I have something decent to write. But of course, that would be impossible. I wouldn't know what to do most of the time except posting random posts of my otherwise exciting life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to post smartly interesting entries worthy of two minutes of reader's life. But yes, trying will only get me so far. My flair for writing is gone. And it doesn't help that the life is so much a routine, I have nothing new to share. Writing about the everyday life everyday , gets a tad boring, no matter how exciting I claim my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As brutally saddening as that might sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been somewhat draggy, if I describe every detail of it, nobody (even me) would bother scrolling down to read the end of it. All I can say is "school have been pretty much as usual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that them classmates seems to be prone of skipping classes an extra lot of time this week &lt;s&gt;and I'm planning to do it one of these days&lt;/s&gt; and class is getting quieter most of the days, everything is, well, as usual. The only thing worth looking forward to is the first breakout, and lunching in the crowd. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I watched Pirates of The Caribbean: At World's End with Farah Hor on Thursday. Initially, the plan was to watch it on Friday. But I couldn't resist it any longer, since I've been looking forward to it since forever. (As dramatic as that might sound.) Eversince the trailer came out, that Chow Yun Fatt's one liner "Welcome to Singapore!" have been bugging me, it gets a little irritating. But oh, I was looking forward to watching that part when he say the line. It's funny, somehow. Anyhow, the movie rocks thanks to Johnny Depp. And after two seasons, and Elizabethtown, I just realise that all along Orlando Bloom was never manly until the part when he died in this sequel. How tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, there I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean on Thursday evening with Farah Hor. What difference a day would have made that I couldn't wait for Friday, you may ask? It's all thanks to Jeff' and Thumb's attempts to spill the spoilers. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I've finally written one decent post, with no whining of life's "excitement". Thanks for those who scrolled down. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7094378845356437121?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7094378845356437121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7094378845356437121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7094378845356437121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7094378845356437121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates.html' title='Pirates.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-3918567433305954303</id><published>2007-05-22T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:37:25.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>I got so much to say, but don't know where to start, and no time to write. So yes maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-3918567433305954303?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3918567433305954303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=3918567433305954303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3918567433305954303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/3918567433305954303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7413807765488334274</id><published>2007-05-19T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday rites.</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I have this sudden thought of wanting to blog something, while on the way home. And when I finally reach home, laptop out, on and the blogger logged in, I find myself staring at the screen, stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that happens many times already, it's getting annoying. I don't know which shoud I be mad at. My not so superb memory, or my not so superb memory? (Okay, what the hell.) I remember yesterday I wanted to blog about the day, but then I forgot about blogging as I was busy bugging Desmond to play games and answering his nonsensical questions, and bugging Thumb for the third time this week to send me songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I'm going to blog about yesterday, today. (The entries nowadays are about the school life, like it or not) I shall leave the baloney of most of the not beyond interesting hours at school out, to save time. Today, the class seems a tad quiet, and a little bored. Maybe because of the heavy brunch at 10am. Or maybe because of the Friday blues. My team had only three of us, since two people went MIA. But that's not really a problem. Come to think of it, the whole day was alright. Maybe it was just that DBC talk that pretty much makes the whole remaining hours seems draggy. At least I had Ivan to laugh at. He was yawning and taking a short nap when the speaker was talking, and we were sitting like four seats from the front. I was just worried we were going to be thrown out of the LT, really. Haha. (: Come to think of it, the thrown-out-of-LT bit seems more appealing than sitting and listening to people rambling for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066101457548475714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rk5oby1D_UI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wMcqnBYx36o/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On a much lighter note, me and Yusra had a little jog (okay, a race.) across the long stretch of the school's hallway because we were late for presentation by 15 minutes! Anyhow, we were lucky no one was there to witness the unflattering sight of two people running, screaming and panting away, running for dear life. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my grades are looking good, with only two Cs, and all Bs so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066101573512592722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rk5oii1D_VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/24bUOLZbrNU/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall spare you with other school and academic details, since this entry is pretty much going redundant, and I can't think of anything that is smartly interesting to write about. This space have been rather congested with too much entries about the school routine, even I'm geting bored of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, that's all the update of my otherwise exciting life. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7413807765488334274?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7413807765488334274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7413807765488334274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-rites.html' title='Friday rites.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/Rk5oby1D_UI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wMcqnBYx36o/s72-c/DSC01224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-6938158777227428939</id><published>2007-05-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:15:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainless mindless useless post.</title><content type='html'>I'm only writing this post now because I thought the picture with them people dancing around suddenly looks a little bit retarded, really. So now that I'm only &lt;s&gt;halfway&lt;/s&gt; one sentence into the post, I might as well rant a little here. You see, I spend most of my day in front of this laptop typing the keyboard mindlessly, it feels weird not doing so for two hours. &lt;s&gt;More or less, the same as being naked and taking the train back and forth, between Paya Lebar and Woodlands.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school have been pretty much the same. By now, after reading previous posts, you smart people might already associate "the same" with "mundane", "routine"and "presentations". So let's not go into that. (: I realise recently that I haven't even speak to a fellow classmate even after weeks of school. She reminded me of my old self a lot. Too quiet. Notoriously quiet, to be exact. So I've made it a personal mission to talk to her by the end of the week. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to use my brain at school today. I just don't feel like doing all the thinking for one day. Just for the heck of it, really. Besides a confirmation of a grade C, one lesson learnt is not using the brain for a day really is  a difficult task, as daft as that sound. It's as brainless as the Deal or No Deal show. And as useless as figuring out why people still flag for cabs at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, that SARS song with Phua Chu Kang singing the "use your blain, use you blain, use your blain..." is playing in my mind, for some reason. Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6938158777227428939?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6938158777227428939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6938158777227428939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6938158777227428939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6938158777227428939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/brainless-mindless-useless-post.html' title='brainless mindless useless post.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-8127694916076010171</id><published>2007-05-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064788158388780498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/Rkm9_uNePdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dp0PbDuMNQo/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you have a birthday girl , pizzas, balloons and music. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEERS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-8127694916076010171?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8127694916076010171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=8127694916076010171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8127694916076010171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/8127694916076010171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-rocks.html' title='Today rocks.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/Rkm9_uNePdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dp0PbDuMNQo/s72-c/Image127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-1020586819809020723</id><published>2007-05-15T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:34:13.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gue enggak ada apa apa mahu ngobrol, dey.</title><content type='html'>I love Indons' accents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1020586819809020723?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1020586819809020723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1020586819809020723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1020586819809020723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1020586819809020723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/gue-enggak-ada-apa-apa-mahu-ngobrol-dey.html' title='Gue enggak ada apa apa mahu ngobrol, dey.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7488282019133489944</id><published>2007-05-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:45:56.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers' day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"We are all children of mothers who brought us screaming into the world unrequested, and have the cheek to expect us to be grateful."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good and a doting daughter and do some of the chores tomorrow. The mothers are going to be grateful and impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are easily pleased, just like me. &lt;s&gt; I think&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7488282019133489944?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7488282019133489944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7488282019133489944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7488282019133489944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7488282019133489944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='mothers&apos; day.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-6843518588520329026</id><published>2007-05-11T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:07:34.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trains, school and what not.</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks, going to school seems to feel like going to war. No, this is not yet another dramatic whining from me. It really feels like going to war. That's, of course, minus any destructive weapons swapped behind the back and any helmets. (: But let's not start with my crap, and go out of point. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday going to school involves walking to the mrt station, and then lining up for as long as five minutes, for the bus, for a two minute journey. Of course,that seven minutes could have been spend walking to school instead when I'm not feeling lazy - which is never, yet. That really is not a problem to me, since it's all been more or less a routine. But the train journey is really what makes me feel crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'm finished with blogging about train passengers' traits when I did so, many months back. So I was wrong. Having to take the train almost everyday, what with rush hours and crowds, isn't exactly exciting when you're all tired and all you want to do is repose on the heavenly four-legged abode. Today was one of those days. I was in no mood to stay back as usual, so I thought going home would be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put a long story short, my train journey involved being sandwiched in between four men with strong arms (okay, just three of them) but couldn't stand without holding on to the pole. Let's just say I was smelling all sorts of smell, thanks to their inability to stand and balance, and my disability to grow anymore. (coincidently, my nose is as high as their armpits!) As if that was not enough. Since most people are heading to city hall, from the west side (me included.) I made a mental note to stand near the two seats, just in case one of them stand up. I wouldn't want to stand all the way through that 36 minutes journey. I was in luck, and let's just say I wrestled through two people to get to the seat before this old woman. Come to think of it, she don't look &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; old, with her thick make up and nicely trimmed eyebrow, and dyed hair. Just that the wrinkles gave her away. Haha. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that one paragraph pretty much sums up why I was feeling crappy when I reach home today. Besides that, school have been pretty normal, fun and not. I went to the first CE talk on Wednesday, just for the heck of it. Going with a lot of them people makes it more bearably fun. (: School is the usual routine, but we're changing groups next week. So I'm looking forward to see who's my new team mates. &lt;s&gt;prayinghardit'snotacertainsomeone&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, I just realise today that after four weeks of school, I have still not talk to one classmate. Haha. (: Oh, and my phototaking-using-hp skill is gettig from bad to worse. Unlike people who's use to camwhoring themselves, it's been awhile since I do that. And see what happens. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRgF-NePZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ft1VP1yq09o/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063277536786398610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRgF-NePZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ft1VP1yq09o/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ctr&gt;That's Shiew Mee, me, Su Ling and Yusra's chin.&lt;/ctr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRgF-NePZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ft1VP1yq09o/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRgF-NePaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Cg1dRWVrwSA/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063277536786398626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRgF-NePaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Cg1dRWVrwSA/s320/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And four of us, minus my chin! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, W16J rocks eh. (the class is as kecohrable as ever, that I swear it feels so much like ISO. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063278374305021378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRg2uNePcI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OdLLlRXrkZ8/s400/DSC01202.JPG" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, totally out of point but, erm, what's with men and little girls' bags? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063277047160126850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRfpeNePYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NjdbiFJDYnc/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERS. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-6843518588520329026?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6843518588520329026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=6843518588520329026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6843518588520329026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/6843518588520329026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/trains-school-and-what-not.html' title='trains, school and what not.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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/_FbQird2TA5k/RkRgF-NePZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Ft1VP1yq09o/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338563.post-4039632487770195005</id><published>2007-05-10T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:48:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that two sentence posts.</title><content type='html'>It seems that these days my life is only filled with racists jokes, and a lot of hospital visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, life is pretty much normal, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-4039632487770195005?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4039632487770195005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=4039632487770195005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4039632487770195005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/4039632487770195005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-two-sentence-posts.html' title='that two sentence posts.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5442174039497173459</id><published>2007-05-05T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:23:06.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random update.</title><content type='html'>As said in the previous post, yes, the life has been rather hectic, I could barely catch my breathe. (as dramatic as that might sound.) As I'm celebrating the surviving of three weeks of school, and being more comfortable with the routine here, I'm looking forward to the weekends. Not that there's anything to look forward to, really. Just that nowadays, spending time at home in the comfort of my bedroom, literally rotting in front of the laptop, seems like a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though of course, I'll be smart to not go to the extent of really rotting in front of the laptop 24/7. Recently, one woman did that for 8 hours, and somehow died. Something about not moving much and blood clotting. Sorry, I'm never good at all those Bio stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm here to blog whatever's been happening just so this space won't look stagnant, and dead. I pretty much mix up whatever happens when, thanks to the not so superb memory, so I'll just write randomly whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've heard, I'm officially 18 and 5 days. (Oh, how exciting.) I know I said that this year could possibly be the worst birthday, but don't think too much about it. It really is not that bad. I'm known for being exaggeratingly over-dramatic sometimes, really. Pfft. I was just not too happy with the fact that I was going to spend my 18th birthday rotting at home, watching re-runs of holidays' specials. But anyhow, thanks for those who gave me nice presents (which I've yet to rape!) and those well-wishers. Oh, and the Swensen's ice-cream cake from the family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Spiderman3 with Melly after school on Wednesday, and must say that this third one rocks the previous two. (and I don't say that just because I'm easily pleased eh.) For those who haven't watch it, because of the fully booked cinemas everywhere, don't bother. Just give me a call, I can tell you the whole story. I'm such a good story-teller you'd feel like you're watching the movie already. Okay, at least that's what I think. (: It's been a laugh bugging Thumb to let me just tell him the whole story. He's been shutting his ears whenever I start talking about it. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school life have been normal, with presentations everyday. I think them W16J mates are all getting bored of this "presentations-everyday" routine but it's still endurable for now. Besides the hours of rushing the project by 230pm everyday, the school is enjoyable really. I spend the breakouts having decent meals. Watching whatever movies or comedy they are showing on the screen. Playing Reversi, and losing. And staying back after school since I've got nothing better to do. And I realise some things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody's handwriting are all looking squigglish-ly ugly (if there's such a word at all) thanks to not much writing for so long. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been spending too much time playing msn games, out of boredom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been wearing one shirt at least four times in this three weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need new clothes, fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm missing them people very much, suddenly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess this random post is going redundant, so enough update on the otherwise exciting life. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-remindmetodosomecamwhoring-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the aunt's back at the hospital again. praying hard.&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/20338563-5442174039497173459?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5442174039497173459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5442174039497173459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5442174039497173459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5442174039497173459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-update.html' title='random update.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-7673882549417434547</id><published>2007-05-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:24:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti-social one.</title><content type='html'>It's been a rather hectic week, and tomorrow's officially third week of school. I've been so busy lately, I didn't have time to update on the life. That, and no time to take any pictures. Or time to meet them people. Or to stay back and slack after school, like usual. Or have any junk food. Or shop for new clothes. Or rape all my birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life (social and not.) is officially gone, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-7673882549417434547?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7673882549417434547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=7673882549417434547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7673882549417434547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/7673882549417434547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/anti-social-one.html' title='anti-social one.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1062164823558229744</id><published>2007-04-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:54:42.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since my whole life ago.</title><content type='html'>I'm not looking forward for tomorrow, because I have nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year could possibly be the worst birthday since my whole life ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1062164823558229744?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1062164823558229744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1062164823558229744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1062164823558229744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1062164823558229744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/since-my-whole-life-ago.html' title='since my whole life ago.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5041133116711049336</id><published>2007-04-29T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:26:24.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up lah.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning (that's 15 minutes ago.) to people chattering away, people all bathed and cleaned up already, and Yana dumping me for the toilet. I was debating whether to just carry on sleeping on the four legged abode, enjoying the lazy Sunday morning, snuggling on bed, or just wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it wasn't a hard decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yannnnniiii, bangun mandiiiiii!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Yannniiii, wake uppp!)&lt;/span&gt; Gee. So much for lazy Sunday morning. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still recovering from the aftermath of yesterday's foiled plan. You see, I was planning to watch Mr Spidey at the cinema on Tuesday, because I didn't want to spend my birthday rotting at home. But I guess that's not going to happen. ): Hopefully, the Swensen's treat (apparently, courtesy of the aunt.) would make up for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5041133116711049336?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5041133116711049336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5041133116711049336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5041133116711049336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5041133116711049336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/wake-up-lah.html' title='wake up lah.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1203887965171217839</id><published>2007-04-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:51:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating the updated.</title><content type='html'>To fulfil my fellow readers' requests to update (okay, just one reader.), I shall do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, like I said before, thanks to the mundane routine of the school life, there's pretty much nothing exciting's been going on, much more to write about. I've been rather busy with school that it simply slipped my mind that the birthday's in days. :) Like any other years, I'm not that excited, just looking forward to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are really only to remind myself that I'm getting older. That, and to see who's nice enough to give me presents when I don't give them one. Haha. Speaking of the birthday, I want to thank the W16J classmates for the rendition of advanced "Happy Birthday" song just now, though it sounds funny. Gee. I should have seen that coming, considering the facilitator Julie's crappy lame ideas. (She gave me a lolliop as a birthday present! Pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I've officially survived two weeks of school &lt;em&gt;(Yusra: "14 more weeks to go!")&lt;/em&gt; It's been a rather hectic week, working with my teams. Monday's visual was mind-blogging, but Dehui made it all fun. Tuesday's Loga's lesson was spend rushing on making a plane to explain the physics matters, and Thumb got restless, and started laughing about pretty much everything. Wednesday was a breeze with them people being part-time chemist, and Bing Jie being so high. Thursday was dreadful with my team resorting to powerpoint, and others doing fun videos. And finally, today was alright. Minus the fact that everyone went home a little early, and Thumb dumped me for his friend, so I had to pratically begged Xu Fang to hang out with me for awhile after school. But still, that birthday song made my day, simply because it was funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an eventful long week, and I didn't have much time to think about missing the ITE peeps, and being jealous about their equally exciting life. (despite &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people's attempt to make me ehh. Haha.) Anyhow, going to meet them on Thursday, hopefully. So can't wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the UT test is coincidentally next Wednesday, so guess what I'm doing on my birthday? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1203887965171217839?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1203887965171217839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1203887965171217839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1203887965171217839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1203887965171217839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/updating-updated.html' title='updating the updated.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-9005092532579727696</id><published>2007-04-24T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:52:54.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the class. It's breakout time and we are supposed to be discussing about the project today. However, everyone seems to prefer doing something else. Especially me. I know nuts about physics, and the brain now is flooded with physics stuff, which I more or less, don't understand, much more care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly be graded another C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-9005092532579727696?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9005092532579727696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=9005092532579727696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/9005092532579727696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/9005092532579727696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-currently-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-5093060282843680423</id><published>2007-04-23T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:23:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO.hoo.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the school library, lazy to go home as usual. I didn't stayback in class as usual today because I think the guys' going to watch some porn or something, and there's no girls staying. It's still raining outside, so the more reason I don't have to go off to the home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still recovering from the disastrous presentation I had just now. I think my team screwed thanks to the technical error. And oh, I got a 'C' for Loga's module. Everyone's hopping mad, because of the grades. I &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; know I have to buck up. And open eyes and ears big big, in class, even if the lesson's boring to the core. *participation!participation!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I just read Yana's blog and I'm now trying not to laugh like a mad woman alone, in the middle of the library. Whatever she said, is so true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this random post is going redundant, and this is the part where I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-5093060282843680423?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5093060282843680423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=5093060282843680423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5093060282843680423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/5093060282843680423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/boohoo.html' title='BOO.hoo.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-9163351803363513789</id><published>2007-04-22T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:23:54.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah.</title><content type='html'>It seems a little too fast that the weekend is already ending. The school's starting tomorrow and I haven't had enough with the weekend. It's been rather mundane these days, but I shall not bore you with posts, whining and ranting about the flaw to my otherwise perfect life. (though not much of a fairytale.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having a not-so-interesting blogging mood, thanks to the life, so bear with it eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-9163351803363513789?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9163351803363513789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=9163351803363513789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/9163351803363513789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/9163351803363513789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/bleah.html' title='bleah.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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-20338563.post-1417589594769212005</id><published>2007-04-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:54:18.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just random.</title><content type='html'>The blog seems stagnant with boring posts lately. I couldn't blog anything smartly interesting nowadays, being confined to everyday routine of school. But I guess that's what the life is right now - one boring routine. But of course, not all's bad. I've had fun, at the end of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I survived one week of school. :) It's been a hectic but great week. The class is getting loud, no more awkward silences, and polite smiles. Just mere normal loud fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having problem with having to change different groups everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to write about for now, since I've been practically blogging long nothings of the school life in previous posts. In between shuttling between class and the Agora Hall during breaks accompanying Yusra about her &lt;s&gt;suay&lt;/s&gt;laptop, and having delicious lunches at W3, I have learn some useful lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Prata don't mix well with Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sweets do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;3) The school crowd walking to and from school looks more like The Long March.&lt;br /&gt;4) Going home after 6 is very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't bring umbrella to school even if it rains.&lt;br /&gt;6) Powerpoints is so yesteryear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CHEERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338563-1417589594769212005?l=simple-confusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1417589594769212005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338563&amp;postID=1417589594769212005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1417589594769212005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338563/posts/default/1417589594769212005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simple-confusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-random.html' title='just random.'/><author><name>elyanee</name><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>
