<?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-36622736</id><updated>2011-04-30T16:41:28.186+08:00</updated><category term='poem'/><category term='Kuta'/><category term='Bali'/><title type='text'>All e nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-2304870074206853080</id><published>2007-08-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:45:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some person by the name of Elain add me on friendster. I don't think I know her or maybe I do. If she is the one i think she is than good for her that she found me through the net but if is not the one that I think she is than well too bad. I'll be gaining a new friend than. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back at some old photos yesterday and I saw this photo when I was in primary 1 (wow that was like slightly more than a decade ago). There was Rachel tan, Xiaojun, Estee, Grace ler, Grace, me and some others that i really cannot remember their names. We really look damn innocent there than. May not so anymore, I do not really know any more. After primary 6 all of us just fell part altogether. For all i know it was the ever stupid hetic school schedules that we are holding on to than that makes us drift apart. &lt;br /&gt;I kind of found Elaine's block one of my primary school clique. Ha some many of them went to SAJC. Well for me, I ended up in nyp, I myself also do not know why here. From Elaine's I moved on to Philicia than to Estee's. All i can remember, is that Estee was damn cute in primary 1 la than at that moment there was this kind of getting to get to know your classmates, from than on the clique was form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four walls, Three words, Two hearts, One love. I saw this on Estee's blog, I know how you feel. You are no alone there are thousands out there too  join the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;- passing day without the light -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-2304870074206853080?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/2304870074206853080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=2304870074206853080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/2304870074206853080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/2304870074206853080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-person-by-name-of-elain-add-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-3429386164347870285</id><published>2007-05-18T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T11:52:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody should know yourself better than anyone else especially your parents. But for me i don't think that works in my favour. I can say that i know myself well enough but not enough to be able to tell the future. I can make plans like 1 hour and change it so that spontaneously that i don't even realise it until i feel that i missed out doing something at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When impulsiveness takes in, i just come to it and not really think of the after effect. Yea like saying something from my feelings and later regretting it as it didn't went through the brain before coming out properly. So sorry said something about you without think about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;, hope you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind not that it is anything so that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what result i got from a test of  impulsiveness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="290" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 67% Impulsive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouimpulsivequiz/impulsive-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are impulsive, which at times leads to irresponsibility. It's hard for you to say no to all but the most insane propositions.But you could care less. While your impulsive ways have gotten you in a little trouble - they've made for a very exciting life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the test was too superficial as i think that the results is so not like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-3429386164347870285?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/3429386164347870285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=3429386164347870285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3429386164347870285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3429386164347870285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/05/everybody-should-know-yourself-better.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-1775069106358182721</id><published>2007-05-03T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:27:26.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rakcent&lt;/span&gt;..thanks a lot for your undivided thought of covering up what ever you think was so that serious. Just wanted to know how was i involved when i wasn't in the ballroom but at connection 1 n 2 with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;koon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ann&lt;/span&gt; that the rest that night? Yups and for that other complaint, that was all shits la nothing that serious as you think. You don't know the whole story. FYI: the comments card was not thorn up in fact it was sent up to the F&amp;amp;B office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that my days working part-time will end soon after i start school again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; always not able to fulfill what i want to achieve..damn everything is so hard to let go when you just think of throwing it out of your mind. I thought that Saturday would be my 'last day' there but got caught by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eddie&lt;/span&gt; that i was working in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; la..what ever the reason it was to keep it a secret i can't really remember if i not wrong was that the tried to push a lot of responsibility on me and something like i want to run away from his inquisitiveness(if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; such a word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like there is better opportunities in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt;, but is the working environment. Although i was called up to go there and work by a few friends and the manager but first thing is that i live like damn far from everywhere la, for sure that travelling is gonna be a big problem. Than again i change my mind, i took up the job not because it offers a better pay but as i said doing a favour for friends. Just the first week there kills all the enthusiasm in going there everyday, only worked for 4 days. Than the calls came again that they require my help. Ah damn all the beauty sleep and other comfort that i have slacking at home. So went down and help again for another 2 weeks of course not working everyday la (how i hope was everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a workaholic and like to stick to some thing that is familiar to me la like A****. But can't anymore stick around there. Got too much problems arising and very hard for the old staff to stick together anymore course of 'some people'. What ever the hell with them la i got another few more places to run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-1775069106358182721?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/1775069106358182721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=1775069106358182721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1775069106358182721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1775069106358182721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-rakcent.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-8262566609168523106</id><published>2007-03-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:22:22.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TRUE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is not love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;which alters when it alteration finds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is a fixed mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that looks on tempests and is never shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love alter not with his brief hours and weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But bear it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When life gets hard and things change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;True love remains the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-8262566609168523106?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/8262566609168523106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=8262566609168523106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/8262566609168523106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/8262566609168523106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-love-love-is-not-love-which-alters.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-1969130450363665970</id><published>2007-03-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:56:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! finally the new car is coming in today la..so so happy lor got car must exaggerate more YES YES!!!hehe..its a toyota rush and cant be bought from boneo motors cause they dont sell these kind of car models, so its parrallel import. hai only sad thong is that i cant go take it cause my mum said that although today is dragon day but it is quite dangerous as can "chiong" if there is anyone there that has the chinese horoscope of dog lor..so must listen to her as i dont want anything to happen. prevention is better than experiencing the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa lao feeling damn tired now la but at least i've finished the most idoitic project which is MMD lo..so bloody stressful got to use some stupid software which i dont have than only later got it and i found out that i dont have system 32 in my computer la..wat the hell! anyway its all done already and handed in so if later i found that that something wrong just too bad, cant make any changes. watever la i dont wanna know any more its time to move on to other projects that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPI B'DAE Charlene !&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/36622736-1969130450363665970?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/1969130450363665970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=1969130450363665970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1969130450363665970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1969130450363665970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-finally-new-car-is-coming-in-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-7056897249928174731</id><published>2007-03-21T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T12:11:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here.&lt;br /&gt;Create it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.&lt;br /&gt;Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for the future without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you tell me so i'm passing the message on to others around that are bothered to read, cant be that selfish as to keep it to myself right? Anyway thanks for your concern although you need not treat me so that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY! never reply your mail eveytime, quite busy now a days la..stupid projects and other thing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-7056897249928174731?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/7056897249928174731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=7056897249928174731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/7056897249928174731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/7056897249928174731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/03/success-is-measure-as-decided-by-others.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-8263006236827854948</id><published>2007-03-20T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:33:19.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;absence, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rainbow has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diminshed its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;radiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all those precious moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you offered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for your warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and hospitality&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/36622736-8263006236827854948?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/8263006236827854948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=8263006236827854948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/8263006236827854948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/8263006236827854948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-your-absence-rainbow-has-diminshed.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-6795084345135660549</id><published>2007-02-27T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:29:16.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I received this that was send by somebody and i think that the contents are not entirely true but has some meaning to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 Things Guys Want Girls To Know!!&lt;br /&gt;1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month and nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard, or sideburns looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. We never shave our legs. So get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just wrong............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will tell us, if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time, but at least we can stand up and go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like to know that you love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we would say". That's just mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;22. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. PMS is not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up when you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26............ Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. And always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his stomach..... and maybe....oh never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with your friends, but to us it's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. We always notice how funny it is after your rip out our heart, stick it down our throat and still want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some of it sounds familiar to me is it just because that i have been through it already or was that in the virtual reality, hmm i don't know someone pls tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-6795084345135660549?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/6795084345135660549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=6795084345135660549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/6795084345135660549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/6795084345135660549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-received-this-that-was-send-by.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-779115989058914665</id><published>2007-02-26T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:32:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion!!</title><content type='html'>why do i have to be the last one always to noe about the news weather it is good or bad? WHY? Why me and not some1 else? have i got to be the first..the first with much things to tell u and make fun of? now to come to think of it i dont really mind to be once the first one to noe about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot i start my day thinkin about u and wat to get u b4 u leave for shenzhen, china. but in the end i was thinking bout somethin else instead of u pls dont get it wrong. anyway tt was e plan last nite b4 i shut my eyes when i was ur pic appearing as my screensaver on my phone. how did it got there i dont noe i only saw it when i was typing a mgs and got to run out of my room to ans a call than came back and saw ur pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that ur not around any more is only when i asked blacky than he say:"he fly liao le.." Walao damn embarrassed la he say i damn the slow and blurest of them all. how i know tt u you not around any more. anyway why do i have to know whats the latest going around, cant there be the first few times that i be the last to know..is that a crime? anyway i got you something..it is not really important now cos you r just not here any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-779115989058914665?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/779115989058914665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=779115989058914665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/779115989058914665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/779115989058914665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/02/confusion.html' title='confusion!!'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-6804548407543386647</id><published>2007-02-15T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:38:15.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/RdQOn0uI4dI/AAAAAAAAABE/lP8z9NlLinI/s1600-h/desperate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031662761009537490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/RdQOn0uI4dI/AAAAAAAAABE/lP8z9NlLinI/s200/desperate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pretty (as hot as the gal in the picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desperate for a date that wont last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;independant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call this number:xxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would be the advertisement that i'll put up for my friend since he is too busy and yesterday he was too busy to go out and find a date for himself. at the end he was left cooped up in camp and had to call me to keep him company. weather he got girlfriend anot i dont noe. than again if he has 1 he wont be calling me already rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u can remember nicky? i kinda mass mgs everybody yesterday to wish happi v'dae la than some how i selected his name too. than mgs sent out and the reply thati got back was overwelming la. mgs after mgs keep coming in non stop i cant even reply 1 and send out than another comes in. hai damn busy w my phone yesterday la even 4got to do my callings lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than about 1.50pm he replied back and ask :"U r?" wa lao i tell u damn disappointed lor! so no choice have to reply rite than reply lor. than comes long long story liao i noe some of u noe i dont think i want to say it here or else some ple will kill me for it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some replies here and there, cheng tun ask me to say it (that 3 words and 8 letters). wa lao damn pei sie la of all thin ask me to say to him. on top of that as i can recall he has a gf already bt dont noe if broken up anot yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts beside the point when i reached home that was before 7pm, my place was very noisy la..than dont noe how come all my friend there also. ya than they playing truth and dare. actually their main aim is to pull me into the game and do some tricks on me for their entertainment la. i damn blur la dont know what they were up to so knida fall into their trap lor in any case i was aimed like nobody business, i gotta do 7 dares and 5 truths and all inrelation to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there u noe wat will happen nex la for those that dont; u r damn freaking slow la..of cos i got to mgs nicky lor than also the mgs contents r very exculsive, they were also expecting a certain ans if not i'll not pass..damn they r good in bully me through out the nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a nice nite @ all although theres only 1 nice part which was having dinner with my mum even though it was simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-6804548407543386647?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/6804548407543386647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=6804548407543386647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/6804548407543386647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/6804548407543386647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/02/wanted-single-pretty-as-hot-as-gal-in.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/RdQOn0uI4dI/AAAAAAAAABE/lP8z9NlLinI/s72-c/desperate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-1587674844326368435</id><published>2007-02-07T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:57:48.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai damn tired now la..juz come back from work. so sad today is nicky last day there. i know that i'll miss him much..sob sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me tell me why didnt i agreed to his request? he ask me tonight to stay back to do OT during the course of dinner and i say i dont noe la wait for the coordinator to say lor. later one of the service captain also ask than i say dont want la infront of him some more..hai i noe what u all will say that i si bia la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was the last time that i'll be seeing him and it was also the first and last time that he'll be helping me with the service as in picking up the food from the (always wet) (and if u remember the other time that i have to go 4 a mini op) kitchen and clearing the soiled dishes away. he was scolded tonight becos of me. he went to help me pick up the 4th course when not knowing that all 3 of my tables were not done with their fish yet. he came out with the dish and i only manage to clear 1 tbl. he had to clear 22 tbl of food to the back house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only slightly later when i went to get the food was i stopped by the manager and the service cap was scolded. the chef and the service cap said that all the food was already out and they did not know how come there was another 2 plates. i didnt want to say that nick took it out 4 me only to realise that my tbl guest was eating v slowly. there was a a confrontation among him, the manager and the service cap. haha i caused him trouble again, if i not wrong this would be the thrid time that he tried to help me but end up getting scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than later he came and told me that i cos him yet much more trouble and didnt want to help me. but only later he saw that my oval tray was full with 3 tbls  of 3 course dirty dishes than he insisted that i must not carry the tray and that he'll do it. well i tot that i shouldnt trouble him so i tried to carry it up only to noe that he was already standing bhind me and was attempting to take the tray out of my reach. hai kind boy 4 that moment that i tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later when the wedding was over he came and asked me to stay and that there was no1 that will be doing th heating of the VIP food and he wanted me to send food also. but i rejected him as i've got to go sch tomw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i should stay but wat done is done already la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-1587674844326368435?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/1587674844326368435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=1587674844326368435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1587674844326368435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1587674844326368435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/02/hai-damn-tired-now-la.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-3627465460000753298</id><published>2007-02-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:55:45.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you all peeps know, i do not blog on the weekend as most of the time i'm working. In another words, work on saturday and sleep in on sunday until my mum calls me. I know like a pig right? But what can i do, you'll only understand if only u are in my position lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called up on friday afternoon by a friend to ask me to work last minute..hai i cant reject her as most of the time she tries her best to fit me into the schedule even i tell her last minute. So happen i reached there like 6.07pm that what it says on my punch card but i only when up at 7pm. i worked with a friends' brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW MIChEAL! yup if u read my earlier post, YES! he's that angel that i was talking about. Shit man ever since i know him i kinda like his complexion. Damn nice la like so perfect lor. How i wished i had half of his genes. Nicky was working too. Ha on top of that he was the in charge of the front few tables which included mine. On the other hand angel was right behind the ballroom and he keep on coming to my tables to talk to me and help me with the service. I was thinking how come he was not helping his partner and here to help me. We have have a saying that only some of us underatand :"bung the tables", in another words heck care the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nicky saw it so he keep on standing at my sidestation observing me lor. There was 1 time during the dinner that he came to say to me;" how can you talk to other guys?" that was when angel come to serve the guest at my table with her drink. Isnt it funny? i know he meant it as a joke la anyway i got nothing to say about that too. He was there most of the time when i need to clear my tray and pick up food. Why is he always there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda told EDDIE that my be i'll be flying aeroplane on friday night. He did not even ask me again to confirm that i;ll not be able to make it, than he gave away my shift, but also i did not really care la. I'll only be very angry if there are old friends working and my shfit was cancelled. I only like to work when there is ka kee around la than it will be damn fun esp during OT. So for that day i work till 6pm only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damn tired la even though i only work for 6 hours the pervious day. There was a night outing for the amarians the night before but i did not go as i was told that will be until 7am. I really regreted that i did not go la as i thought that i would not be able to wake up for 12 noon shift lor. For those that went for the outing they were all late for work as usual..hai vincent also cant really do anything lor cos most of the time he needs to depend on us to run the "show".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the set up of the wedding dinner was kinda behind time, so Joey thought that maybe there should be a competition among him, artono, huixian and i. At the end joey and i lost as there was 3 people folding napkins for them and there was only 1 for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i was call by Nicky to go to b1 to get VIP napkins which by the way are always going missing la. He went down with me and pulled me along for smoking break. Dont get the wrong idea that he is bad influence to me as he did not ask or offer me but he only wanted me to accompany him and not wanting me to do the rest of the set up. His intentions was good cos he knows that i'll be doing VIP service and do not want me to be tired out and look so wear out infront of the guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is his last day but i am not working already leh. I also dont know what to say to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-3627465460000753298?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/3627465460000753298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=3627465460000753298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3627465460000753298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3627465460000753298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-you-all-peeps-know-i-do-not-blog-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-6893717550152028515</id><published>2007-01-31T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:42:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blessed am i as i have such caring friends around. Such optimistic family members and colleagues all around me. ARGH! The 'hole' is getting worse although it is sewn up instead of left open for it to naturally heal. I dont wanna do anything about it cos i am damn scared out of my wits la. Hope i dont have to go under the knife again, freaking torturing lor the last time. But never the less i have to thank all the peeps that are always behind me for all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a peom for all those out there that gave me emotional support:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;mere words are just not enough to express to a friend&lt;br /&gt;how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i try must.&lt;br /&gt;When we gather sometimes, much is&lt;br /&gt;exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;Including words of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Distance is but a small barrier&lt;br /&gt;to friendship,&lt;br /&gt;and not even that to memories.&lt;br /&gt;Only sometimes the only thing we can offer a distance is our support.&lt;br /&gt;The path ahead is bumpy enough without trying to walk in the&lt;br /&gt;dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;loving every moment with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-6893717550152028515?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/6893717550152028515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=6893717550152028515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/6893717550152028515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/6893717550152028515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/blessed-am-i-as-i-have-such-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-692713806865718463</id><published>2007-01-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:00:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painness in all pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what it sounds like for the title of the entry i do not care. what is more important is that i have to thank 2 friends of mine very dearly, namely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TECK&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MICHEAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was also them that say that i owed them one so is kinda forced one. ya i know there was a lot of care and effort put into taking care of me for just that few hours la, sorry if a lot of inconveniences was caused to both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025667930260252178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/Rb7CWv48JhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3Up_e8SkVcU/s200/make+angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for those that do not know, i had a piece of glass some where at my thigh-butt area there under the skin. had it there for about slightly more than a week already. i was doing replacement for a friend, when i fell and a full tray of macentplast all broke into pieces caused by some of the idiots that do not have consideration for others. when they wash their trays they pour the dirtied water onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for that i when to the doctor and got an MC for friday (2 weeks ago). the doctor say that it looks like a insect bite but what the hell i know what it is and i tell her but she still say that leh waste my time and money lor. so i went to my cousin to ask her for her advise, she said that it was best for me to get it out asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i when in on last friday right after school lor than i did not have any dinner cause i'll be on general anesthesia. if i had eaten, according to my cousin there will be side effect and maybe i'll vomit. my mother was there with me until around 9.30pm. just 5 mins after my mum left, 2 of them came together to see me till i was wheeled into the op theater. i told the both of them that they can go home dont have to wait up for me to come out of the op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the case that they were my angels. they were there when i was in the op theater, they were also there when i came around. actually to tell you the truth, i was pretty shocked when i saw 2 black things on my bed just beside my legs. i was on my stomach so it was kind of difficult to turn around to see who was it. only than did i saw some movement than i realise that it was both of them, truthfully to tell you i almost screamed out loud not knowing that it was both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teck was kind enough to get me some char kuey tiao and when he came back i told him that i cant eat that haha he had to go out to get something else, again he came back with chee chong fan Wah! i cant eat that too. so he went down to the doctors' canteen to buy me fish porridge. how sweet right, i know! as my butt was really sore, i cant sit up to eat so it was like lying on my stomach to eat and that the bowl was on my pillow still quite difficult to eat. i was treated like a baby that has to be fed by him cause he thought that i was in a very uncomfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both went back to sleep after that. was only awoken by my cousin at around 7am to eat again. she brought what they call it as the soup that helps wounds heal better. i opened it hoping that it might be something really delicious but i saw that it was fish soup hai such a dash of my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fed again by micheal the other angel, while he was also eating the char kuey tiao that was bought earlier by teck. so funny la he take one mouth of his food and feed me one mouth of my stupid fish soup, he kinda also ate up my fish soup along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lucky am i having such good friends around! actually they kinda look damn cute went they woke up to just feed me and help me get around. yup so just for that i owe them both &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ONE BIG FAVOUR&lt;/span&gt; i remember that if you think that i have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Just have to tell me how to repay you both ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-692713806865718463?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/692713806865718463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=692713806865718463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/692713806865718463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/692713806865718463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/painness-in-all-pains.html' title='painness in all pains'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/Rb7CWv48JhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3Up_e8SkVcU/s72-c/make+angel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-1907425003786766682</id><published>2007-01-26T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:10:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The RED Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The title of today's blog sounds like a game right? i know that cos i'll always sneak into my brother's room to play on his computer when he is not around..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching tv a lot these days not going out too much already..also because that my butt hurts la..more than often during a favourite programme there will always be advertisements right? But this case it is exceptionally frequent that i see the Motorola(RED) advertisement..i kind of like it although some may say that its boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really believe that advertising the campaign to fight AIDS in Africa will be so that successful as this kind of things can not be encouraged through ads..but more in the way that a person is brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Jonathan Leong, Rui En, Madonna and many more celebrities that are promoting the campaign in more than 1 way. they buy the RED product and also have on the many different RED t-shirt than has many words that have r.e.d. in it. like for example inspiRED, undeterRED, discoverRED and i think there is many more but just that i kind of have a brain block right now and cant think of any other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such thin i am not a really big fan of or may i say a big supporter la not that i heck care those that are suffering from the epidemic but is just that money do not really work things out for many situations maybe for this but it will not last very long. how long can this campaign go on? and also how many people will always buy some products in relation to this kind of campaign to support whatever company that will donate a certain amount to Africa? now do you get what i am trying to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-1907425003786766682?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/1907425003786766682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=1907425003786766682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1907425003786766682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/1907425003786766682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/red-alert.html' title='The RED Alert'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-7188369713849653763</id><published>2007-01-18T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:41:46.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If wishes were horses, would you still ride?&lt;br /&gt;Every decision brings a price,&lt;br /&gt;and often that price brings sadness when friends must part for a time.&lt;br /&gt;And still, hope remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-7188369713849653763?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/7188369713849653763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=7188369713849653763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/7188369713849653763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/7188369713849653763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-wishes-were-horses-would-you-still.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-318794831006746891</id><published>2007-01-17T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:45:42.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im now officially broke to the extend that i have to go back and work for what i want and most of all the basics of having pocket money...just a little relief that i paid my school fees already so much of the burden is gone for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i went back to the A**** to work. Saw many new faces and also a small friction of the old staff. i got my hair cut just the fringe but i thought it will be nice but it turn out to be bad. Its not long neither is it short, its hindering my vision lor. Whatever it is i got to spend some time pinning up the stupid fringe before i report to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey said that i looked like i just woke up and wanted my bed damn badly again. He's wrong lor i slept like more than 12 hrs than woke up at 1.30pm to eat and perpare to go to work at 6pm. The wedding dinner went on smoothly..of cos la when hui xian and i do VIP service sure no problem one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really happy that the wedding dinner could end early lor. This is the first time that i have been working there that it ends slightly early. Xian, N**** and I went around helping others that were taking the normal tables to do service of the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Golden Yam Paste with Ginko Nut&lt;/span&gt; or help them do clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of the guest cleared out and those friends of mine should be going home by than cause they work till 11pm only whereas for me im doing midnight shift also, there was this table of guest that was still there as they were still drinking lor. What the hell still smoke in the ballroom, so bloody stinky lor not only that when they know that they are not suppose to smoke in any hotel. They must only be outside of the hotel premises than can smoke but what the hell why should i be the one tell them off when it was their friend's wedding, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was helping to do clearing, xian and n**** keep on looking towards me and i thought that theres something wrong. But from how they look at each other and towards me i know that they are up to something lor, something evil and scheming. So i ask them whats up and they didnt want to say, only later was i able to force it out of xian la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of the guests that was from that table asked for a plastic bag to put whatever they have la. Whats funny is that both N and i approached him and also said sure at the same time. Since i was standing at a position that was blocked by N and some chairs, it was difficult for me to walk to get it. N also do not know if he should go take it cause i turned and showed that i wanted to go take it. In the end both N and I did not take it, in fact xian was asked by N to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to turn around and go to the side stations to collect back the menus and comments card, N's left hand was on my waist. At first I didnt feel anything cause i was wearing 2 layers underneath the uniform that was also pretty thick. I didnt really know till I felt something on my waist. You can call me slow but if u are wearing what i was than u will know la. Of course my immediate reaction was shocked and i just grabbed whatever that was on my waist wad right? He quickly retrived his hand for whatever his hand was there in the first place that I really dont know. The rest of the night was wierd la cos he felt peiseh or something like that lor thats what my friend say as I was not there to see it for myself. Dont get the wrong idea I was preoccupied with the sending of VIP's food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-318794831006746891?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/318794831006746891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=318794831006746891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/318794831006746891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/318794831006746891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-now-officially-broke-to-extend-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-2805024411122395039</id><published>2007-01-09T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:40:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrasm, fake signs of concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woa im damn late for school man..i reached here bout 10+ but wat the hell i called in the morning already and took urgent leave and they (the supervisors) keep on asking why and jing yi was my middle person la mus thank her for the favour lor. W lao the supervisors damn irritating la so i got to tell jing yi that im in the hospital and will tell her later on when i get to school. BUT supervisor are just so that nosy thaey wanted to know in details, so i didnt reply jing yi when she told me that (SRY jing yi for putting you on the spot!). As you know when you are in the hospital you are advised to not use handphones la that why i didnt mgs her back lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When i reached CSC1 shit man it was like 10.02am lor..damn i think i'll get the stares la, and i was right. When i walk in co-singtel callers stare 2 me lor but wat the hell i didnt do anything wrong wad..i did the usual and sign in lor. The supervisors were talking but when they saw me MS Khoo asked what happen lor, so i tell her la. But on the other hand i got the nasty stare from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The SABRINA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What ever that was, even Teh was there also, most of all i had on slippers..i was prepared to get scholding la from all of them and alos esp TEH lor but it all didnt happen..HaHa..i was really in the heck care mood la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been looking through friends blogs and also those that i dont know (watever the reason of how i get to their blog?) some of the blogs are those of happy entry that its a new year with everything still going on smoothly. But there are some that shows sacrasm on other people that they once considered as friends. What i can only say is just that this will be the last 1.25 years more and we'll be taking on our on road to our success and if there is still no trust among one another, than whats the last (least half) semester together with that person you considered as a friend. My last entry was a peom on friends but thats only for those who take their friend seriously and as for the 'other' kind of people i really dont know what to say only thing for me to describe is that you've got no heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017944987619510210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/RaNSYUmDR8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6hH5-v96-qA/s320/07-01-07_2349.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-2805024411122395039?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/2805024411122395039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=2805024411122395039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/2805024411122395039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/2805024411122395039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/sacrasm-fake-signs-of-concern.html' title='Sacrasm, fake signs of concern'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4XPblsHN5Q/RaNSYUmDR8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6hH5-v96-qA/s72-c/07-01-07_2349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-3914375849268591120</id><published>2007-01-04T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:25:58.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends are special people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can't pick our family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Friends, in a very real sense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendship has many meanings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;encompasses many things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but recognizes few limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It’s not easy to define something that is both universal and unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life hands us many different things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good and bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the greatest gifts we receive is the love of a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship isn't always easily described. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Eskimos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a hundred different words for snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the English language isn't quite as innovative, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Certainly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is one of those opportunities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too, is Friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead of different words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But whether you use adjectives or different words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&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/36622736-3914375849268591120?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/3914375849268591120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=3914375849268591120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3914375849268591120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3914375849268591120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-are-special-people.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-5353861840896572617</id><published>2007-01-03T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:54:56.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuta'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>31st Dec 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do u call today? the eve of new year or hari raya haji i dont noe...friends tell me 1 and others say another so im confuse...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if u all wanna noe im still in kuta, bali on my holiday than its rainning now as i speak..in my room waiting 4 my bro to get change n we'll be proceeding down to the party..dont noe how we r goin to get there cos its no point taking a taxi down as the place tt we r goin is juz a block away..n by the way the taxi fare starts from 5000 rup in amother words it S$0.87..yup tts dirt cheap lor i noe tt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i've got pics on the destination, hotel, places of interest and much many more...haha wen i get back than i'll go upload..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! before i go: 'HAPPY NEW YEAR' to 1 and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*whack the alcohol la if u got the chance but dont whack too much till u get F**ked for no reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1st Dec 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;happy happy happy new year!!! wat a nite, wild n nonsensical...haha first time tt got party n im not drunk @ the end..im good gal lor mayb tt will be my first new year resalution..hope i can keep up to it (^_^)&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/36622736-5353861840896572617?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/5353861840896572617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=5353861840896572617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/5353861840896572617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/5353861840896572617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2007/01/eve-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-3653142014573663738</id><published>2006-12-29T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:21:20.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last d@y!</title><content type='html'>YES! today is the last day in csc for the year the next time that i'll be back will be 2007 already..hay that sounds a little wrong but what the hell those that read will understand i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its reallie a boring day...i dont have to make any calls cos i reach target already last week than everybody tts in csc1 also ot nothing to do..most of them have reach target or jux tt those customers didnt pick up the call lor...so sian la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is on half day flexi leave, y u may ask?? i also dont noe lor mayb all go out party lor last few days of e month, year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya cos of tt than only left me n my "best friend" lor..only some will noe who m i tokin bout...i've to help Afroza n Xue to finish callin those cutomers on their list cos the past few days their data is unless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms koh give me so much salesman code lor siao man so man to call n 4 each got to do the minimium of 2 each hai..she damn ma fan lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than tt the whole day is so tt boring..yea tonite going overseas (bali) be happy 4 me la i noe u all jealous but too bad if u all wan work 4 it lor tts wat i did!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-3653142014573663738?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/3653142014573663738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=3653142014573663738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3653142014573663738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/3653142014573663738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-dy.html' title='last d@y!'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116666841773754572</id><published>2006-12-21T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:33:37.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of money</title><content type='html'>Y is 'the power of money' is the title of my entry today...let me tell you why...everybody needs money in this world it is only if you have more or lesser than other people..it is also a way of how people are rank in the world like some bastards can be filty rich cos they pay in the stock markets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for me im different as i think of myself la..ple may think tt im rich or somethin along tt line bt in true fact im NOT! my monthly allowance is lower in comparison to others around my age, i even have to take up part time jus to b able to survive in school...i dont need ple to pity me jus those tt are out there tt owes me my money PLS return it to my ASAP! tts all i ask, its tt simple..unless you idiots dont have any main simple principal in you...i noe tt money is not everythin bt in my case &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT IS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have allowance for this month bt i think i can survive let alone the need to buy the darn christmas presents for all my frens and all this is the cos of my stupid jealous brother wat the hell rite u may think jus it lidat lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he complains to my mum tt he was not given any allowance on his second year of JC, in another words he is trying to say tt my mum is baise la..so from there im not given my allowance and have to live on wat little savings i have lor which by the way is not alot lor...i was juz thinking tt should i set up a charity organisation tts comes under my name as 'charity to eliyza organisation' haha mayb tt will work out when those times im running out of money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to attend a wedding ytd..i noe some of you may say AGAIN? YUP AGAIN...cant help it la ple invite than cant say turn them down rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/52803/mercedes%20sports.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the bridal car nice rite..it belongs to my mum haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/355268/04-12-06_1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the VIP table centre piece setting and i get to sit @ tt table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/921108/26-11-06_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one of the many flower stands along the aisle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/517208/26-11-06_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the other normal tables &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116666841773754572?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116666841773754572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116666841773754572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116666841773754572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116666841773754572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/12/power-of-money.html' title='The power of money'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116609038561947862</id><published>2006-12-14T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:59:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day @ csc</title><content type='html'>yea by now u all should noe tt im posted 2 csc..like some ple b4 i noe my postin they already tell me...yea alts n vina coming back soon le like i think is nex week ah..more company more together lunch times..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat to say bout 2dae hmm let me think...i think tt 2dae is so shit la...i gt scolded 4 nothin on e phone let alone of scolding comes together with vulgarities hai m i tt shuai?mayb i m la cos tue is e first dae tt i do e outgoing calls than cant reach the target of 20 than ytd gt more completed survey than i tot tt i could do..haha..bt also la bt i dont like e scolding bt dont mind e naggings..yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i noe wat i can tell u all bout e trip 2 NYC...&lt;br /&gt;its a great trip although is was short n of a bit of rush, i meet many frens there tt i dont remember than i also found out tt i have an extanded family abroad haha way too cool man we crushed many of e high sch there cos my cousins r schooling there hehe..damn fun their sch la their lectureres r not like ours strict n fierce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;breadthing e s'pore air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116609038561947862?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116609038561947862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116609038561947862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116609038561947862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116609038561947862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-day-csc.html' title='another day @ csc'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116554249733080269</id><published>2006-12-08T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:24:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N nOw im bACk frOm ouTErsPAce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/1600/631045/poolside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/835651/poolside.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im back!!!! Yes i noe its been about 10 daes wout sch and wout e sight of all my fellow frens but watever?!! kisses 4 all of u a big Oh ya and my butt fren too which is in uob now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 some of u dont noe wat im tokin bout..jux n update i wen to NYC durin my block leave followed by my flexi leave for my mum's cousin's daughter's wedding la...&lt;br /&gt;e weather there was damn freakin cold la n i tot tt it would only b e end of autum hai...i wen there first thini saw was snow all over which than @ first sight of a white airport so ya u will noe how cold it was (-15) on e first dae of arrival yup... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c wats on e rite side? tts e settings of e ceremonial its abit of blurry cos of e weather la so cant help it lor &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/1600/595584/ceremony%20setting.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/274543/ceremony%20setting.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;juz bearb w it la hor...it was overall a beautiful white wedding tt all gals would dream of and die for...wat 2 do wen ple gt loads of money and like 2 spend it in a grand way? 4 me i'll not only wont get it bt will nv ever..ways more fantastic is tt e hotel's pool is not frozen whereas all other puddles of water r wen exposed to e air v fast indeed...beautiful sight beautiful environment n it all comes down to a beautiful bride..yup i mean BEAUTIFUL..although i didnt c tis lady 4 all my life existance in tis world tis was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e first sight..she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was like food 4 e eyes which than make me have a big appetite n down 4 dinner haha..we had dinner e chinese e traditional way like wat e chinese although she n her husband r "ang mohs" americans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/1600/378312/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mayb another time than i'll tel u e details bout my NYC trip i noe tt i should fill u all&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/1600/378312/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/320/934297/bride.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in by hai i quite tired la than i haven been slping properly cos my dae is all singaporeans nite cos im used to e timing in NY already n haven turn over yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4380/4096/1600/378312/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116554249733080269?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116554249733080269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116554249733080269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116554249733080269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116554249733080269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/12/n-now-im-back-from-outerspace.html' title='N nOw im bACk frOm ouTErsPAce'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116427383975419504</id><published>2006-11-23T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:24:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AwAkE &amp; BreAthE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i noe i noe its been about 2 wk since i have update my blog..but wat 2 do i got no time la than got too many thins 2 do in such little time so u all cant blame me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya 2nite mos having big party leh wat they call 'tertiary nite'..thought of goin bt not too sure yet i still have to do some consultation first b4 i go..its free entry 4 all tertiary students n they also serve alcohol..&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WOPPII&lt;/span&gt; if im goin tts it..i called my mum last nite wen she was in bangkok not overcs 4 holiday bt 4 work la 4 wat i think it should b the other way around lor...anyway getting bac to e subject of me goin or not...called her so happened my bro also call her frm aust. so we had conference call lor..i asked her if im able 2 go she nv say yes or no bt my bro butted in n say tt it is all nonsense la more lyke some1 is pestering me 2 go...frm there my mum jux jump in2 conclusion tt im goin w boyz lor..it has not been a problem 4 me 2 go out esp w boyz bt i dont noe y e sudden change of mind...anyway she is coming bac 2dae so better ask her permission first lor...b4 ending e conversation she say dont b full of shit la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bt i wan 2 go leh nid 2 get out of tis trappeed place n b free 4 a moment lor...i tot of goin wout her knowledge bt tts is v risky wat happen if i get caught by her than i die liao le la i think i'll b grounded n there wont b e trust any more..play safe listen 2 her mayb later wen i reach home than i ask her again lor...haha..i noe tt will make me sound like im irritatin her bt u nv noe mayb she will agree 4 me 2 go leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally e so called last wk in bsu cos im clearin my block leave 2gether w my 3 daes flexi leave..haha..y e long leave u may ask cos i goin overcs la tt was wat it was planned lor if it change than im goin 2 b a bit disappointed la...i dont noe how 2 put it mayb in simplified words my mums' niece's wedding lor..N guess wat its in NYC..yes New York City ahahaha...i think i'll make a trip down 5th avenue 2 do my shoppin than visit my 'cousin' e statue of liberty hmm..wat else i think i have 2 do some research bout NYC first b4 i go &lt;a href="mailto:m@n"&gt;m@n&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;brEatHin tHRu 2 e mOmEnT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116427383975419504?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116427383975419504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116427383975419504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116427383975419504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116427383975419504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/11/awake-breathe.html' title='AwAkE &amp; BreAthE'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116287777388969013</id><published>2006-11-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:55:41.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hORns oF a diLemMa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya la i noe tt i've not been wrintin in entries...but i reallie got no time la even tt im in Busy Slacking Unit noe is e curcial time tt all e data isin OUR HANDS yup its tt dangerous..wahaha..ok i noe im abit out now cos wen u dont have enf slp n wen u feelin high of no gd reason tis is e result la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY my place is all cleaned up aft tt horanderous party...horray!!!&lt;br /&gt;wats up w every1..LB say i nv update blog bt slackin away not my fault lor wait till u come here than u noe wats up la...than theres rumours floating around bt is it gd 2 pass it on i dont think so bt wat e hell i hope tt if i ever say it out on tis blog those ple dont read it man or i'll get in2 serious trouble...haha..i think 4 now its better kept save w me till than than i'll consider passin it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 all i noe i dont not have tt much shoes @ home la...bt got another 1 ytd...i didnt buy it, its given by a fren la e design is quite nice but i dont think i'll wear it anytime soon cos e heels r a killer lor..im asked 2 clear my shoe shelving cos appearenly my mum says tt there is not enf space 2 keep all e shoes tt i have..."do i reallie have tt much shoes"...I DONT THINK SO LOR...bt come 2 think of it i have shoes tt i dont even noe existed some r reallie funky ones others r 4 formal n some looks classic bt dont want 2 wear e rest r under e category of 'i dont noe wat 2 do with'...i cant bear 2 throw any away bt i dont noe who 2 give it 2 either lor since all my cousins have their own set of collections also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i..should i not? tts e qns...wanna noe wats tis all bout its actually theres a wedding tt i've 2 attand tt its on tis fri by e couple is so distant 2 me is my father's stepmother's 8th sister's son...so than 2 come n think of it i dont have 2 go aft all cos theres no connection rite or is there i dont noe la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/4096/400/Sunset.0.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-the funk god in me-&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/36622736-116287777388969013?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116287777388969013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116287777388969013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116287777388969013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116287777388969013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/11/horns-of-dilemma.html' title='hORns oF a diLemMa'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116228837036120318</id><published>2006-10-31T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:26:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlaCkeN sKy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/4096/1600/halloween.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/4096/400/halloween.1.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin out of the tinted blacken window wat i c is a blacken sky...i dont noe bt it jux puts in more in e mood of HALLOWEEN...Wahaha...mux have more bats, spider web n pumkins around decoratin e house w more black, yellow n orange stuff as there'll b a PARTY!!!! YEAH...all is invited as my place is open all nite...wa i think tt i 2nite dont nid 2 slp already la...aft party sure all e place damn messy n havr 2 clean up damn i hate 2 do clean ups esp aft some1 else... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bt wat e hell all is open than later than come n think bout e cleanin up part...enjoyment coms b4 slavery..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="45" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/4096/320/top.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116228837036120318?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116228837036120318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116228837036120318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116228837036120318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116228837036120318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/10/blacken-sky.html' title='BlaCkeN sKy'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116218868732467491</id><published>2006-10-30T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:15:26.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HiDDeN bEhiNd e MoUntAinS of bOOks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/4096/1600/egna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4380/4096/320/egna2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tis is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; 4 those tt r wondering who she is la...looks r v alike but character wise she is total different...she is nt so outgoin bt 4 wat i feel is tt she is more motherly n also tt she @ times will give gd advises jux lookin on her mood..butt fren n i take a likin in her e first dae tt we saw her till now..nt e likin like gal like gal kind bt likin her 4 e sight of her jux brightens up our dae la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wat u think? u may nt noe wat we r referin 2 till u get 2 work w her n by than u will onli than understand wat we r tokin bout la..u may find her borin bt try tokin rubbish 2 her n she will reallie go wild...n i mean &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WILD&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116218868732467491?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116218868732467491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116218868732467491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116218868732467491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116218868732467491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/10/hidden-behind-e-mountains-of-books.html' title='HiDDeN bEhiNd e MoUntAinS of bOOks'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116218711258596298</id><published>2006-10-30T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:52:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LucKy StaRs r ShiNin On my SiDe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how do i put tis...HMM...i think im lucky tts 4 sure la..of cos i noe haha...i kind of careless lor made some calls tis mornin @ some stupid room cum pantry cum supervisor's office i dont noe wats it called la...happily walked out of there leaving my phone n wallet there...i dont even turn bac in c if i left anythin...some carelessness virus tt i have hai..anyway i've gt e LUCKY STARS shinin on my side tts 4 sure it was picked up by my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BELOVED&lt;/span&gt; butt fren..how i have 2 thank her well 4 tt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as 4 alts i dont noe wat 2 say 4 u la...i'll onli will send a imaginary pityful flyin kiss 4 u slow recoverin butt..lolz..dont say tt i dont care la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMUACKS&lt;/span&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/36622736-116218711258596298?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116218711258596298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116218711258596298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116218711258596298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116218711258596298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/10/lucky-stars-r-shinin-on-my-side.html' title='LucKy StaRs r ShiNin On my SiDe'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116218356182826706</id><published>2006-10-30T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:46:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well, what have we got here?&lt;br /&gt;A blog that supposedly to have &lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt; memebers that should be updating aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Althea here, also known as, alts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I suppose I'm the one who has more time on her hands as compared to the rest as they are busy with school/attachment. Fret not, I'll be back to join you all all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All righty my peeps at school I LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL DEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status of my health, tune in on my personal space all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116218356182826706?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116218356182826706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116218356182826706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116218356182826706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116218356182826706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-well-well-what-have-we-got-here.html' title=''/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116193618183571526</id><published>2006-10-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:06:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat 2 sAy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Another dae in Torturous Education Programme-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let me think...yeah its e last dae of e wk n also e last dae tt i've gt 2 put my butt on e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;uncomfortable chair tt is shared between my butt fren n i...wat more than making my butt flatter than wat it already is lor... wen u gt nothin 2 do esp wen u r in BSU (busy serving unwanteds) u tend 2 b more 4getful than normal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wat we have been offered recently is a chance 2 go for an xchange prog. tt will b 5-6 months long...i WANNA go bt my mum wont allow me..Y!!!! her reason was tt wen we reached first thin it will b e begining of winter wat happens if i fall sick nobody will b there 4 me than there is also a language barrier there..another of her concern is tt e place is nt tt safe some more there is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; teacher followin us there n parents will have 2 bare all reaponsibility...&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hai wats more is tt i've 2 pay e whole trip myself eventually if i stil insist 2 go&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont noe y bt i hear a frog outside e counter window e 1 tt ple will associate as a "drive-thru"..upon lookin out i saw boss n alvin walkin pass...so wat does tt mean i reallie dont noe if u ask me la...lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i mux say how unlucky im...hai y did i have to b e 1 caught by her n nt some1 else? it all happen wen i was tryin 2 b a kind sole n help Egna w her stuff......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me being in admin 4 BSU I’ve gt 2 do wat I cal sai gang (shit work esp given by the GAY n EGNA)..tryin 2 b helpful, help egna fax some letters over than I was caught by cindy soh (e bitch) cos I was wearin slippers..ok I admit tt im in e wrong bt she has no rite 2 pass e comment of my pant (boardshorts)..wat she said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch: ur tt (hesitant) pants&lt;br /&gt;bitch: pls b more properly attired&lt;br /&gt;me: orh&lt;br /&gt;bitch: u noe u look like an auntie w tt pants on goin 2 e market la so pls ah&lt;br /&gt;me: ok (wat can I do bt jux say ok. Don’t wan 2 bang my head against e wall wen I noe I cant win)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wat more can tt bitch do man…wat e hell its nt like my pants is broken or unsightly y did she have 2 pass tt comment..cant she jux open her fuckin small eyes bigger n take a look around on other wat e hell r they wearin la..ple frm T1, T2 and T3 gals r like wearin reallie short mini skirts n micro short shorts la than in comparision im jux following e rules n she jux have 2 say me wat e fuckin bitch is she man so bloody unreasonable la..e ultimate big fucking bitch there ever is!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116193618183571526?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116193618183571526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116193618183571526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116193618183571526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116193618183571526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/10/wat-2-say.html' title='Wat 2 sAy!'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36622736.post-116184943334319853</id><published>2006-10-26T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:04:18.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Shop @ info counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Normal usual borin dae la nothin 2 do sittin @ e counter 2gether w butt fren...some boss wen 2 info counter 2 ask 4 a pet..wat was he referin 2 i dont noe n dont wan 2 noe also...butt fren was doin wat i call sai gang (which in fact we tep admin student have 2 do wat e full time admin GAY guy's work) bt some times its fine by me than i dont have 2 go 4 briefins n listen 2 grandma story..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats wrong with our DEAR ALTS wat happen 2 her...y e hell has she gt 2 suffer like tt tis is SO NT fair 4 her bt she gt 3 wks MC in return la of cos 2 rest @ home lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat u think of tis: "Out to meat" tt is wat i saw jux now...i think tt e person was tryin 2 say out 4 lunch or sthin lidat haha damn stupid ple w no proper grammar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranked called Alts 2day so funny la u all should b here wen my butt fren (dayana) was e 1 tt gave her e shock..below was e followin conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dayana: hi is tt althea?&lt;br /&gt;alts: yes?!!&lt;br /&gt;dayana: ya im calling frm pizza hut..my delivery man is outside ur door now&lt;br /&gt;alts: huh?&lt;br /&gt;dayana: u ordered pizza jux now right? e delivery guy is outside ur place&lt;br /&gt;alts: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than again come 2 think of it its nt a gd or borin dae aft all...my supervisor cant do plannin 4 nuts than wan us 2 pack as many appointments as possible in a dae than now we have 2 cancel cos of her mistake...hai i dont noe wat 2 say of her bt a all i noe n wat i feel now is tt she is F***ed up la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36622736-116184943334319853?l=nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/feeds/116184943334319853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36622736&amp;postID=116184943334319853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116184943334319853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36622736/posts/default/116184943334319853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonsensical-vacjag.blogspot.com/2006/10/pet-shop-info-counter.html' title='Pet Shop @ info counter'/><author><name>vacjag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02256042464782767086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
