<?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-10497046</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:22:18.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da Furnichers © </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-113370089494201021</id><published>2005-12-04T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:54:54.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensen's Cafe/Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gR9jskMqDyY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gR9jskMqDyY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=gR9jskMqDyY"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-113370089494201021?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/113370089494201021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/113370089494201021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/12/swensens-caferestaurant.html' title='Swensen&apos;s Cafe/Restaurant'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-113004852766338548</id><published>2005-10-23T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:22:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher's (a.k.a. Textile Manager) recommendation for BEST buy at Carrefour, Suntec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Best%20buy%20at%20Carrefour%20Suntec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Best%20buy%20at%20Carrefour%20Suntec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Best%20buy%20at%20Carrefour%20Suntec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Best%20buy%20at%20Carrefour%20Suntec2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-113004852766338548?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/113004852766338548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/113004852766338548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/10/christophers-aka-textile-manager.html' title='Christopher&apos;s (a.k.a. Textile Manager) recommendation for BEST buy at Carrefour, Suntec'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112711698166825731</id><published>2005-09-19T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:03:01.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112711698166825731?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112711698166825731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112711698166825731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogthings.html' title='blogthings'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112623016873238693</id><published>2005-09-09T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:42:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day!</title><content type='html'>Clark is in Jurong Camp..&lt;br /&gt;direct intake to Combat Engineer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what they do sia!&lt;br /&gt;haha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all pray for him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112623016873238693?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112623016873238693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112623016873238693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112597156224439764</id><published>2005-09-06T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:53:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson's Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" src="http://www.pcplanets.com/asx/1520.asx" width="300" height="300" showstatusbar="1" showcontrols="1" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Kelly Clarkson: Behind These Hazel Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112597156224439764?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112597156224439764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112597156224439764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/09/kelly-clarksons-video.html' title='Kelly Clarkson&apos;s Video'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112588654605881581</id><published>2005-09-05T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:24:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor cont'd! Yipee!</title><content type='html'>Hi to all my readers... pfffftt!! like as if i have one. So anyway i'm sorry for the lack of updates. But no i'm back with extra-long update for you.. Sorryagain... Well now let's get you back to Surivior! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survivor ?/? continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Okay anyone going even higher than $280?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was quiet. Either shaking their heads for the question asked or just plain quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright then. Bidding going for once. Twice. Sold to Faz. Congratulations to you. Now please come up here to collect your win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz walked right up to where Alex is standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; So wanna know what you just bid for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz nodded his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex then lifted up the covers that hid the auction from everyone's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once lifted, it reveals a tray filled with slices of pizzas with all sorts of toppings.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright Faz. You can bring this tray to your place to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz quietly complied. Walking back to his seat while the rest just wished they had bid higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bidding continued. Giving away a plate of sandwiches, smoothies and even a large steak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the last auction for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Okay guys this will be the last auction. So bid whatever you have. Wanna see what you're bidding for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the survivors nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Well it's been days since you last heard from your families. And I'm sure you missed them. Well here's the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex took out 9 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each letter bearing the survivors name sewed in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; So I know you guys would have guesses. Yes these are the letter from your families. So for this, you guys can start your own bidding. The one with the highest can claim this letters. Ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Then let the auction began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samir began to bid 1st with $100. Followed by Jessie who increases the bid by $100. It's clearly written on their faces that this is one auction that each one wants to win badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally the bid began to slow down at $350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; So $350? Anyone with even higher bid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one replied. It's seems obvious that they want the letter badly but because they have used up the money for earlier auctions, it seems that only Farhan manage to bid the highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. Bidding is going for once, twice, sold to Farhan. Come on over and take your letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan then proceed to collect his winning bid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemn faces were visible for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Farhan before I give this letter to you. You are given a choice to share the rest of these letters with your tribe's mate or do you want to dispose them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farhan&lt;/strong&gt; I think all of them deserve to get these letters as much as I do. So I'm gonna let them have their letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright. Thanks to your tribe member. Here's your letters. Nadra, a letter from your best friend, Diyana. Nash, a letter for you from your friend, Kelvin. Farhan, here's yours from your girlfriend. Jieying, yours from your boyfriend. Shiyun, your mom. Shidah, a letter for you from your friend, Mariam. Faz &amp; Samir, your letter are from your respective brothers. And lastly Jessie, letters from Clark, your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was jumping up and down and hugging and thanking Farhan for the choice he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessional Caption -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Farhan 'National Soccer Player'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get this choice of whether to give them their letter or not. I figure why not. So at least they remember me when it comes to voting that I give them the chance to read the letters from their family. (Looking very impressed with himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back at camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was finding their own spot to read letters from their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of survivors walking away from the camp in search for a quiet place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessional Caption - Nash 'Standup Comedian'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got letters from Kelvin, my best friend since secondary school. I'm just glad that he told me that he checkup on my family for me. He's like a brother to me. And the best thing is he got me a spot in Comedy Central when I get back. That's fur-reaking awesome. I’m gonna win this for them. (Looking happy and contented)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not far from where Nash is sitting, Nadra was what looks like tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessional Caption - Nadra 'Freelance photographer'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy to hear form her. Oh how much I missed her and my family. I wish I was with them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a shot of other survivors reading their letters from their loved ones. Looking happy and smiling to the camera as they each do their confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evora - Day 13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun began to rise and there lay a boat with its passenger on it. Camera zooms in only to realize that it was Samir &amp; Farhan, fishing for the tribe's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at camp, the day began with survivors waking up to a new morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessional Caption - Shidah 'Aspiring Artist'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems that it's gonna be a good morning since yesterday all of us received mail from our loved ones. So maybe it's like a refresher for them if not then for me to continue playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls went to check the tree mail only to find a new set of buffs and a letter. So they head back to the camp to read the letter with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; Guys we got mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently the guys who went fishing too came back. So everyone proceed to where Jieying and the rest of the girls are standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieying then pass around the new set of buffs around her tribe members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; ok listen up guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made a move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't change your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll lead the blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... Lead the blind? Maybe it's a puzzle game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the camp then began to try to unsolved the rhyme given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Immunity Challenge.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex announces the arrival of the survivors. Each walks in and takes their spot on the mats provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Welcome guys. But 1st, Samir, give up the immunity necklace. Alright, immunity back up for grab. Well I hope the letters you received yesterday would give you support from your loved ones because if you don't then I might just have to bring them over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear shocked was written on all of their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Nash don't you wish Kelvin was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt; Are you kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; I surely am not. Come on out Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man dressed with khaki pants and t-shirt wearing a cap walk in to where Alex is standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash and Kelvin did the whole brother hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt; Dude! I can't believe it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Nash why don't you bring Kelvin to your spot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin followed Nash back to where he was standing earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. Nadra, I know you're dying to see your best friend right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadra was in tears even before she get to meet her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright Come on out Diyana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls screamed and hugged each other like kindergarten kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyana too was brought to Nadra's spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex then began to reveal everyone's loved ones to the survivors. Farhan's girlfriend, Jieying's boyfriend, Shiyun's mother, Shidah's friend, Faz's brother, Samir's brother and Jessie's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex &lt;/strong&gt;Okay guys. Back to the game. Each one of you are assign to a colour. Now, earlier on you received a new set of buffs from the tree-mail. Well use the buffs to blindfold your partners. You then have to direct your partners who are blind-folded to get 3 bags of puzzle from the post provided. Once you retrieved all 3 bags. Take off your blindfolds and start to undo the puzzle. The 1st person to solve it wins immunity. Clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright go to your spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone began to walk to their given spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Survivors ready! Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone began to either shout or command their partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. Clark go to your left. No no your other left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark was lost with Jessie's words. So he began to wander touching anything that come his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; MOM!! Walk straight. Yes! No! Your left. Ok close. Ok now the third bag from you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiyun's mom began to untie the rope that hold the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; Okay mom. Now slowly walk straight back to me. Just listen to my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farhan&lt;/strong&gt; AD!! Nooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt; Kelvin! Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both AD and Kelvin bumped into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Ouch! That gotta hurt! (Looking over at Shiyun's) Shiyun with one bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shidah&lt;/strong&gt; Okay you're getting there. Good now untie it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz&lt;/strong&gt; No dude! Walk back up 5 steps. Ok now to your right. Walk up 3 steps. Ok now the fifth back from your left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Shidah now in the game with one bag. (Looks at Faz's mat) Faz with one too. The rest nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samir&lt;/strong&gt; Nooo! Don't untie that. Wrong! It's the other one. Yes! Now bring them back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samir's bro&lt;/strong&gt; DUDE!! How the hell am I gonna do that? I'm blindfold remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samir&lt;/strong&gt; Oh right! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; No Clark don't…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark now collides with one of the pole for blocking purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadra&lt;/strong&gt; DI!! Listen to me! Move you right hands up to the bag in front of you. No that's not our bag. Now move it all the way to the last bag. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Samir back with one bag. Shiyun with two and so does Shidah. (Looks at Farhan's mat) So does Farhan with one bag. The rest it's still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt; Kelvin! Stop right there. Put your hand forward. Ok now count the third bag from your left. NO! Your right! Yes! Untie it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin now untying the bag while both Diyana and AD walked back towards the mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Farhan and Faz now with two. Nadra and Nash with one. (Looks at both Shidah's and Shiyun's mats) Both Shidah and Shiyun with 3 bags. Now take off your blindfold and start solving the puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both teams untie their bags of puzzle and lay it out on the board provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Faz with 3. Take off your blindfolds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD is now seen walking back with the last bag while Jieying still struggles to get her 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; Why don't you just turn back and walk back towards me! (Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems that they are fighting who gets to unsolved the puzzle 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tight race between mother and daughter team and the best-friend team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex looks over Shiyun's puzzle and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Shiyun wins the immunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone smiled and applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Come here and let me put this on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiyun walk toward Alex and the necklace now hang on her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright now you have to say goodbye to your partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hugged and bid their goodbyes to their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Survivors, now back to your camp. I'll see you in tribal council tonight where one of you will be voted off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back at camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confessional Caption - Shiyun 'Rich Housewife'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Look what I have here. (Showing her immunity necklace). I really thought that Shidah gonna win this but I guess not. (Laughs) So at least I'm guaranteed a place for another couple of days. Now tribal council tonight. Though I'm not worried but I still haven't decide who to vote. We'll have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots from the camera showing the guys rowing the boat to the ocean to either do some strategy or just plain fishing. And 3 girls walking towards the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out in the ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nash&lt;/strong&gt; So tribal council tonight. We have to unite man. We have to vote one of the girls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samir&lt;/strong&gt; True. Did you see just now during the challenge? Everyone was shouting their lungs out but Jieying didn't seem to want to win the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farhan&lt;/strong&gt; I gotta agree with you on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz&lt;/strong&gt; So Jieying then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the guys just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the 3 girls who was in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; I seriously don't know who to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shidah&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! I'm at lost. But no matter what our alliance still stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; That I have to agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shidah&lt;/strong&gt; Aargh! This is frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; Cool down! Now let see who's our biggest threat or who doesn't deserve to be on this island anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; Our biggest threat definitely has to be one of the guys but all of them deserve to be on this island as much as we do. Now let see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shidah&lt;/strong&gt; Who doesn't deserve to be here right now? Who doesn’t seem fit to want to win this so badly like we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; Jieying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the other girls are gone, Nadra sat with Jieying talking about random stuff but eventually lead them to tribal council and who they are gonna vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of discussion, the rest came back from their respective activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz pulled Jessie to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz&lt;/strong&gt; So alliance still strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; You don't have to worry about anything. We're are pretty much together. So who are you guys gonna vote for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz&lt;/strong&gt; Jieying. You girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie&lt;/strong&gt; Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz just returned Jessie with a smile before walking back towards the camp where the rest are preparing themselves for tribal council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tribal Council&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Come on in guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine survivors took their own place in front of the bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright now we bring in our 1st member of the jury. Celine voted out from the last tribal council. She's here only to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine walked in wearing white Capri pants together with a blue blouse. Looking very different ffom the last time we saw her. Looks more well-nourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright. So back to the game earlier. I suppose everyone is happy to have meet with their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has smiles plastered on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Samir how hard was it to give out commands along with the others shouting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samir&lt;/strong&gt; Well it's hard. I'm sure all of us are gonna have sore throat after all that shouting. (Laughs) But seriously it is hard when you have to compete with the different voices out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Out of all the loved one presents, only Shiyun's mom look out of place but yet they manage to win the challenge. I mean come on her mom is way past your friend's, brother's or partner's age. And yet she beat all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiyun&lt;/strong&gt; (Smile) Well I'm glad my mom came. I thought it was a fair game and Shidah was a close competitor. So it think it doesn't matter how old or young you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Jieying, it seems that you give up playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; Well Alex, I know my limits and I know that I can't compete myself with their voices. So it's better for me to not try to shout coz I think it makes no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; Alright! With that it's time to vote. Jieying you're up 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieying walked into the 'voting' hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the parchment, Jieying wrote down Samir's name on it. She then address the camera while holding up the parchment that now bears &lt;em&gt;Samir&lt;/em&gt; on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, well seriously you do nothing wrong to me but I have to vote someone out so somehow I choose you. No hard feeling man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Nash, followed by Faz then Shidah. All their votes were not revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Samir's turn to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote down &lt;em&gt;Jieying &lt;/em&gt;on it then addresses the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samir&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry! But it seems that you just wanna have fun with this. Well kid some of us really want to win this badly so I thought voting you out must lessen the number of us wanting to win. Cya kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then walked down back to the council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After him, Nadra, Farhan, Jessie and Shiyun went in to vote. Their votes too were undisclosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now settled after the final vote by Shiyun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; I'll go get the votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera focuses on both Jieying's and Samir's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex came back holding the voting pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; I'll now read the votes. Once the votes have been read the decision is final and the person voted off have to leave the island immediately. 1st vote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex pulled out one parchment and it reveals &lt;em&gt;Samir&lt;/em&gt; name on it. Next it was &lt;em&gt;Jieying&lt;/em&gt; name that was on the parchment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera skipped the rest of the votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt; The 8th person voted off and the 2nd member of the jury. Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cont'd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112588654605881581?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112588654605881581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112588654605881581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/09/survivor-contd-yipee.html' title='Survivor cont&apos;d! Yipee!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112530879462638606</id><published>2005-08-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:46:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time now : 5.43pm.</title><content type='html'>yes.&lt;br /&gt;the day is going to be over very soon.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super sleepy today.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday dint sleep enough i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day at Escape!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the Haunted House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE IT OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i hear ppl asking why???!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm scared ok!&lt;br /&gt;i'm a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; remember??&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people!!!&lt;br /&gt;*muacks!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112530879462638606?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112530879462638606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112530879462638606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-now-543pm.html' title='Time now : 5.43pm.'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112486742789049305</id><published>2005-08-24T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:13:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Songs Uploaded!!</title><content type='html'>Ok this sucks i did post this post but it's gone... dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway as i was saying... I know this blog has been dead for quite awhile now. And the members only post once or twice. I don't blame them coz they're very busy with school regardless of IAP or FYP. So you hafta to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway im here not to post the happenings or non-happenings of my life or the members life. Sorry!! I'm sure if we're not busy we'll get back to our usual posting. haha... Well im here to upload a couple of new songs for u guys listening pleasure. Well some of this songs is not new but i doubt u guys have heard of it. So why not right spread the music around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is the songs uploaded for this week or so (depends on our members)...&lt;br /&gt;Just for you to now if you don't already know, to download, click on the link which will bring you to the upload website. Wait for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;45 sec&lt;/span&gt; then you're able to download it.&lt;br /&gt;This is taken from my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;playlist...&lt;/span&gt; me as in the music DJ!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=18IVRGTA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tATu - All About Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=35EFFND0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Good Charlotte - The World Is Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=353OR8ZW"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My Chemical Romance - It's Not A Fashion Statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=28VKCGV4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Death in Vegas - Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=27REG27A"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Weekend - Into The Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=35BUPKNH"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eisley - Golly Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=28JT4XLO"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Caesars - Jerk It Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=34GGP44S"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jessy moss - NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=25VINUDD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Peaches - I U She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112486742789049305?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112486742789049305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112486742789049305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-songs-uploaded.html' title='New Songs Uploaded!!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112476125623795911</id><published>2005-08-23T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:41:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of The Dead..</title><content type='html'>went to watch Land of the Dead yst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;but extremely gory.&lt;br /&gt;its M18 (FYI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz..! der's this topless dancer..&lt;br /&gt;u can c her boobs...&lt;br /&gt;erm.. 2 times..&lt;br /&gt;1 time is the camera sweep across slowly while the 2nd time will be her kissing the other guy but she turned her body over to look at the commotion..&lt;br /&gt;*dirty look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually... der's this scene that i cant get it off my mind!&lt;br /&gt;when afew zombies starts to surround the vehicle!!&lt;br /&gt;my god! they scratched their "broken-nails-which-hav-alrdi-rot-until-the-extend-that-the-nails-actually-folds-upwards" against the metal......&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;feel like vomitting everytime i think of the nails...&lt;br /&gt;eeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... Dawn of the Dead better i guess...&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos its the remake la..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;u guys shld catch it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 8/10&lt;br /&gt;(2 pts deducted due to the nails.... n ONLY the nails..)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112476125623795911?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112476125623795911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112476125623795911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/land-of-dead.html' title='Land of The Dead..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112441910972677240</id><published>2005-08-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:38:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new haircut!</title><content type='html'>yup yup!&lt;br /&gt;had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; haircut!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually same as before la..&lt;br /&gt;the one with fringe 1.&lt;br /&gt;yah i like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant see my parting (i dint like it in the 1st plc, it was the auntie who did the rebonding for me whom parted my hair..) anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE! will be the days whn i try to cover up my curly hair at the front!&lt;br /&gt;GONE!! will be the days whn i'm ugly!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha... ok la.. i'm still ugly..!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112441910972677240?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112441910972677240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112441910972677240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-haircut.html' title='a new haircut!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112432800669710275</id><published>2005-08-18T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:20:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project...... Interim...</title><content type='html'>well well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost finished my stuffs for checking..&lt;br /&gt;stil left afew examples to explain n modifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint wan to attend sch today!&lt;br /&gt;so bloody slpy!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;might be due to the late night on tues..&lt;br /&gt;went to mediacorp for recording of Project Superstar..&lt;br /&gt;ended at like 12 or so..?&lt;br /&gt;cant rem.&lt;br /&gt;the thing i rem was i gt home at 1am!&lt;br /&gt;my god!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..... u guys mus be super stress?&lt;br /&gt;i mean faz n shidah?&lt;br /&gt;i tink our attachie r enjoying emselves man!!&lt;br /&gt;cool!!&lt;br /&gt;shiyun briefly told me abt her work the other day.&lt;br /&gt;just maintain the systems..&lt;br /&gt;do updates regularly...&lt;br /&gt;chat with the ah pek..&lt;br /&gt;gossip with the aunties.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... okok i added the last 2 in myself.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112432800669710275?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112432800669710275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112432800669710275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/project-interim.html' title='Project...... Interim...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112407832767157704</id><published>2005-08-15T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:26:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Girl</title><content type='html'>So are we goin nuts with all the images here... haha... well okay now its my TURN... well this is for Jes... since she ask me to go find one girl that is pretty like her "ClapBangKiss" girl.. well i found one... yeah!! if i were a man then this will be my kinda girl... wahahahaha.. well here she is... niice rite... very punkish with her mohawk hair... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/ep12_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/ep12_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for those who watch ANTM 4. Well she's is the winner!! haha.. sorry to spoil ur FUN!! oh btw her name is &lt;strong&gt;Naima...&lt;/strong&gt; so jes she pretty hot anot?? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ciao kids!&lt;br /&gt;ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112407832767157704?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112407832767157704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112407832767157704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/cover-girl.html' title='Cover Girl'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112394756394276595</id><published>2005-08-13T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:45:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands UP! You're under Arrest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Captain%20of%20Lives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/400/Captain%20of%20Lives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands UP! You're under Arrest... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u wish to see Prison MALE Officers to carry this with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSNville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;handcuff&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112394756394276595?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112394756394276595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112394756394276595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/hands-up-youre-under-arrest.html' title='Hands UP! You&apos;re under Arrest.'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112374487743202336</id><published>2005-08-11T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:21:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sian...</title><content type='html'>i'm so god damn bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been staring at the flash file for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished reading my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will go return it at CCK ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112374487743202336?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112374487743202336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112374487743202336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-sian.html' title='so sian...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112347621157642561</id><published>2005-08-08T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:43:31.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ClapBangKiss!</title><content type='html'>the pretty girl i was talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=clapbangkiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is GOD DAMN CHIO!!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not lesbian... i still love my boys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112347621157642561?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112347621157642561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112347621157642561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/clapbangkiss.html' title='ClapBangKiss!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112321972544165878</id><published>2005-08-05T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:28:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posting day!</title><content type='html'>*waves bye-bye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.. 2dae all so emo?&lt;br /&gt;send your regards ar?&lt;br /&gt;hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool man faz!&lt;br /&gt;u posted sia!&lt;br /&gt;long time since u REALLY typed a paragraph man!&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112321972544165878?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112321972544165878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112321972544165878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/posting-day.html' title='posting day!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112321327557390559</id><published>2005-08-05T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:44:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here are some updates on the blog... not much tho'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thng 1st... we shall bid farewell to our fellow friend &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nash&lt;/span&gt; who has retired. Wish You all the best from us here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on to the updates... new links... i itnk... oh and the smilies (you know the round thing that has smile on their faces) yeah well... how shud i put it... THEY"RE GREEN!! thks to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MSNville...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and Now... some new songs have been uploaded... coutesy of MSNville and Ash... Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112321327557390559?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112321327557390559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112321327557390559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112321118705435975</id><published>2005-08-05T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:03:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Retired Nash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, im sure all of you are aware tat our dear Nash has retired from df_12 band, we going to miss our fave band member and wish him all the best in the future. We, df_12, will continue rocking the world with our "Music". Hope u nash will produce your own "Music" and cut a new album, yah. We will support u! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this piece is from Will Young and I hope this song will motivate u. No worries and be strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/wyoung-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/wyoung-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going My Way - Will Young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In time gone by, I lost my will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To try and find a clear way through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, it's been a while, since I asked myself what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I played the fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos they said "raise your game, leave the shame in this place where you will remain unless you save your soul" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's going my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget the time that I did then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's going my way I look and everything's OK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got nothing much to say except&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The life that I now lead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is going my way (Going my way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I spent the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole day wrapped up in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took a while upstaging misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It isn't all it seems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I smooth my hair, feeling tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting into something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living beyond those days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand how it came to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand those depths of despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand how it came to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand reaching that despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've settled my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Settled my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Super-MSNville-Buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current song: Going My Way -Will Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Download Song: &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4245FV67"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Going My Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112321118705435975?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112321118705435975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112321118705435975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/dedicated-to-retired-nash.html' title='Dedicated to Retired Nash'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112314327108075118</id><published>2005-08-04T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:20:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken fridge..</title><content type='html'>man! its cold here!&lt;br /&gt;ok! the visitors just left(my area of sight, that is!).&lt;br /&gt;i'm breakin so decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.. time past very fast.&lt;br /&gt;going to be the end of week4!&lt;br /&gt;thats a month!&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i feel i'm like a superwoman!&lt;br /&gt;can tahan and concentrate so long on my work!&lt;br /&gt;best!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its raining these days.&lt;br /&gt;man.. i hate rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;my knees are aching and i feel sleepy all the time!&lt;br /&gt;my god! haha..&lt;br /&gt;sian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well! i want to post pictureS!&lt;br /&gt;thats my secondary purpose of this post.&lt;br /&gt;the main purpose is to write some stuffs and post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm done with writing.. so i'm down to upload pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogogo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/BoyBoy%20is%20the%20cutest011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/BoyBoy%20is%20the%20cutest011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup! as cute and fat as he can be!&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Boy Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Frostie%20Classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Frostie%20Classic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frostie the snowman!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. yes! classic shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/snoringis%20what%20i%20do%20best01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/snoringis%20what%20i%20do%20best01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture taken while she's sleeping away!&lt;br /&gt;shiok man! JUST LOOK AT HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/i"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/i%27m%20flying05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is Munchie! yes! playful? YES!&lt;br /&gt;She bites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/VainGirlGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/VainGirlGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. Anyone seen my mirror? It has red-black plastic edges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK! thats enough for today!&lt;br /&gt;post many many pictures next time!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112314327108075118?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112314327108075118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112314327108075118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/chicken-fridge.html' title='chicken fridge..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112312811117039224</id><published>2005-08-04T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:01:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Joel's house...</title><content type='html'>yah here's the pictures we took at Joel's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren's birthday - 30/7/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Image(052).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Image%28052%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls by the Pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Image(053).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Image%28053%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Polo Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other day when we dropped by his house...&lt;br /&gt;we Did all these.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Shocked!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Shocked%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao Kia of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Shuai%20Ge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Shuai%20Ge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shades" Dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Comic%20Character.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Comic%20Character.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Yun%20Yin%20Xiu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Yun%20Yin%20Xiu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to my project. just in case someone says i'm slacking or doing unimportant things..&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for Now... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112312811117039224?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112312811117039224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112312811117039224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-joels-house.html' title='At Joel&apos;s house...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112307827985298973</id><published>2005-08-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:24:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another post for another day in another lifetime</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to post today but I didn't have the time to do so. I've been thinking a lot. About plenty of things. Personal things. Things that happened recently, things that happened not long ago, things that happened quite awhile ago, and I realised that most of these things were somehow related to me one way or another. It's like i was involved somehow. I either caused it, or aggrevated it, or had something to do with it, or tried to do something. By hook or by crook, I was somehow linked to it. It's like I &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;TROUBLE&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, maybe trouble will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shidah, and Fazlee. I've actually been thinking about this matter for quite a long time already. It's just that I never really shared my thoughts with you guys. Not all of them, that's for sure. I only gave glimpses of what was going on in my head. You guys are probably confused right now, but don't worry so much about it okay? Shidah, I know that you mentioned something about us Sagittarians being bad decision-makers. Looking back, I realised how true that is now. I probably made the wrong choice way back. Otherwise this wouldn't have to happen, not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we talked about, or rather, chatted, on MSN for today, has perhaps helped in making my mind up. I know you guys are like trying to prevent this from happening, and it almost did but then the tables turned again after recalling all the incidents. All the shit. Yeah, I know. If I had lived with it for like about two years, then what's another year or so more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I asked you this. What if I said something like, if so many things can happen within such a short period of time, then what do you think is going to happen in one year? Does it make any sense to you? I certainly hope you get my point. Your recent outburst certainly shook me up, but all the fire has long been extinguished of course. It was a small matter, we both just had to get something out, and damn hell it got out! Everything was cool after that, which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Faz. My bro. I guess I'm really putting you in a spot huh, dude? I didn't mean it man. I hope you both understand, especially after how I explained and put things. I guess it's just a sacrifice that I have to make. But I'm not sure if it's going to be a permanent one or just like a short one for me to cool off and take things easy for the time being. I still haven't decided yet. I just want you to know that I'm going to take your advice on this, but I'm also going to do what I initially planned to do, which is not blog. I'm still not sure about the removing part, still thinking as I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys really understand how I feel, as I don't really know how to put it all down in words. Yet, I do not wish to pour everything out to you guys. It is my honour and privilege to have you guys as friends, MY friends. I would have given anything and everything if you guys needed anything but it will never be enough. Never. So I shall not add to the already-heavy burden that your ears have endured. I just hope that you both will understand why I did what I did, and that hopefully everything will still be like before. I have nothing else to say to the both of you now, for I have said my piece earlier in the day and I really do not know what else I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get some personal things settled. I'd like to move away from this blog, not permanently. More like for a short while. Just that I do not know how long is this short while going to be. I feel that blogging here without getting myself into trouble over something I said is almost impossible. Something is bound to happen somehow. Just that it happens too frequently for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if what you said was true or not, Shidah. About Jessie, that she's trying to piss me off just to give herself her own dose of fun. I can't really remember the exact words you used, words that you quoted from her apparent speech to you but I think it was something like getting me mad so that I would post better stuff and that you guys would have better posts to read. I'm not even sure if you were trying to cover up for her. I'm not going to probe anymore. I'll just let everything go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't think that this is a joke. Maybe she was trying to piss me off for fun. Maybe she thinks that I need a little nudge in the right direction to get things right. But it doesn't seem like it to me. This don't look like a joke to me. If this is what she's really trying to do, then it's definately not happening the way she wants it to. You sure got me pissed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what do you mean by I'm taking whatever you said seriously? Yeah, I'm referring to you Jess. You wanna know something? I'm serious now. I really am. I'm not joking around anymore. You said I was taking things seriously right? Now I am. To tell you the truth, when I said that you were defending yourself by saying what you said the other time, I was really just teasing you. What I couldn't take was you telling me that I was taking everything you said seriously. Suddenly, I'm taking what you said seriously? Then you say that I'm jumping to conclusions again? Or was it the other way round, jumping to conclusions first then taking things seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, I never took what you said seriously. But obviously you were defending yourself right? By posting what you posted about what you did on that day we had our NAPFA, isn't that called defending yourself? It was just a statement, to tease you with. Nothing serious there. What got to me was the phrase "jump to conclusions". I realised that ever since I said that you do that rather frequently, you've been using it against me for like every small thing. Something that I said, or thought, or commented, and poof! I am jumping to conclusions. What started out as a joke, is beginning to take it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tagboard post, if what Shidah said about what you're trying to do to me is true, it certainly doesn't show in the post. You know, if I was the center of the world, there wouldn't be Earth. I'd have like exploded numerous times from within that Earth would cease to exist. Maybe as meteor rocks floating aimlessly around space. So it's just a post, do not take things so seriously. Okay. Show me. Show me that you will not take THIS POST seriously then. Part of me would like to know if what Shidah said is true, that you're just playing around. The other part of me, just had enough. Enough of this nonsense, enough of all these small, senseless arguments. Just this year, how many silly arguments have we gotten ourselves into? Go think and count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the amount is enough to like match or even go over the amount of arguments we had last year. Now think about those arguments. Were they stupid? Were they small matters? They were? Were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you in on a little something, your choice of words were never that good. Yes. You, Jessie, you! Don't worry, ever since I mentioned your name the first time in this post, everything else that I've wrote is concerning you. No need to scratch your head and wonder if I'm talking about someone else. Just chill and read. You've always wanted me to be honest, and I'm doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant was that, usually, the words you use, do more damage than rectify a problem. I'm not saying that I use the right words all the time but somehow, everytime I read what you write, it's as though you're just writing everything out without thinking of the consequences. That is another thing I'd like to highlight. You give me the impression that you never think ahead, think of the consequences. Say or do something, and maybe regret it in future. But it seems like you never think of the outcome first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, but I'm going to have to dig up the past. Remember when we had that huge miscommunication, which led to me walking really fast and I was like in my own world that night? It dragged on for like what, three days? Those were one of the worst three days of my life. During which I saw a totally different side of you. One which was spiteful, mean, really sarcastic, a total stranger, a completely different person. And it made me wonder, do I really know this person so well that we can actually call ourselves 'siblings'? Are we really that similar? It doesn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came that sms. If I didn't treasure our friendship, then let's pretend we never met in the first place and forget that we were friends at all. Someone once told me that she treasures her friends a lot, treasures friendship a lot. Yet, it seems that you were willing to just give up on everything just like a simple snap of the fingers at that moment. Rashness? I do not know. Maybe you were trying to get an answer once and for all, maybe it was your way of making me give in. You didn't just do that to me once anyway. It happened like a couple of times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads to something else. Contradiction. Being provocative. You say something, but do another thing. Just like that incident, you say you treasure friendship, but you so easily initiate killing of friendships without even batting an eyelid. It's okay. I don't want to pursue that. Let's move on. For whatever I've said, may not have any effect on you. For you, it may have been just another post, nothing to be serious about. It's your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the time when I mentioned that we were all going to drift apart when we entered year three. I think I said something like it would be hard to get everyone out and have fun or something like that. Which led to you saying that you experienced it before with your own group of friends. You apparently told me that you kept things going, even though you thought it was like impossible, yet somehow you managed to keep everyone together till now or something. Then one day you mentioned that your group isn't what it used to be. That you felt they were drifting apart. Or was it someone else from within your group who said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say here is that when I said that OUR group was gonna drift, and that time will tell what will happen to us, you said that you went through the same thing and yada-yada. Then when your group was like drifting, I think it was Kenny who said that the group was drifting or something, I can't really remember. Just that what stuck out was the words you used. It was the exact same words I said to you about our group. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago, you were telling that you did this and that to keep the group going because I felt that our group wasn't gonna last, and the next thing I know, my own words are being thrown back at me. Weird ain't it? Like how you said this, and then something else pops up. Contradictive moments I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the NAPFA test day too. You told me that you were going back to the lab to finish your stuff in the sms. Then you ended up blogging. I'm not saying that you committed a crime or that you did something wrong or anything like that. Your conscience is clear, yeah. Like why would you be guilty or anything? When I said what I said, those comments about you being busy but blogging instead, I said that to Faz and we were laughing and joking around. It was like meant to be a joke, it was a joke actually. Like a swipe at being sarcastic. You know, I think I've mention all of these before. It really seems very very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go on anyway, I've already come so far. No point turning around. I can jolly well just clear everything that I've written, or better still, not post this. But I think it's best if I just let it all out. Anyway, I was supposed to tell you something really personal, but I don't see the need to do it anymore. It's nothing much actually. Just felt that you deserved to at least know what's going on. Not anymore, because it is no longer important now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting pretty late now, been blogging for quite awhile. Oh well, it may be the last post ever from me so I'll just make full use of everything. I was trying to make my mind up for like the past two days on something. On whether I should just stop blogging here once and for all, or just let everything go and carry on as per normal. I was thinking, a blog is an online diary which allows one to write whatever he or she wants. Yet when I do so, people complain. Whether I'm blogging about my work, or insulting people, complaints still fly in. It's just coming from one person surprisingly. Pretty hard to please that person huh? Anyway, if I can't write what I want, then it kinda beats the purpose of having a blog don't you think? But I know comments are comments, one shouldn't take it so seriously. I'm not. I just am so tired, of having arguments over small matters. So please understand me, at least try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, for I shall not be around to please anyone for the time being. I need a break, a vacation. I need to move away from all the havoc. I need some peace, some time alone. As much as I love to write, I can never write what I want here without getting something. They may be just comments, I can choose to ignore it but it is just making things happen too frequently. I want to stop this once and for all. Maybe some time-out is the solution. Maybe the next time we all meet again, which is like for the coming semester, everything will be back to normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be me, but I don't know if I can be my usual self when I'm with you guys. 'Cos I've just made my mind up to not open up to anyone, to keep my mouth shut, to keep my thoughts to myself. I'd rather suffer in silence than let the world in. 'Cos when the world comes in, everyone starts telling you to do a million and one things. How to solve this and that, what to do, what they want you to do, what they feel you should do. I should start making decisions on my own. I'll take this as a start to my independence. I know friends are important but one can never rely on friends for life. Somewhere along the way, you will realise that he or she is not what you thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, just wanna let you know... Your idea of a joke, has had an impact on me. But it wasn't just this once that made me feel this way only now. Rather, it was the accumulation of all the minor things that has made me feel this way. It made me feel that I cannot take any more. We're just arguing over the slightest things far too many times. Too many times. I just need a breather. No more arguments for a period of time, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder if I've made the right choice back then. Faz should understand what I'm talking about. 'Cos I've mentioned this to him before. I'm not sure about Shidah. Weird how come I never talk about Shiyun. She wouldn't know what's going on anyway. Poor girl. Missing out on all the action as usual. I think it's better that way, 'cos I don't think you'd wanna get sucked into another senseless argument and become a mediator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to do the apologies. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for doing this, for some of you may find it like very sudden, some of you may think that I'm out of my mind. &lt;strong&gt;I am not ending this friendship&lt;/strong&gt;. All I'm asking is for some time to be on my own to straighten out my thinking and maybe pray that the part I talked about, regarding pulling away. I will strike off my name from the blog for now, take it as though I'm retired. Once can always come back from retirement. So yeah, take it that way for now. I should be back, most probably. Just that there's a slight possibility that I might not. Very slight. Just give me some time on my own and let me handle my stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for putting you all in this situation, constantly bringing trouble to you guys. You guys are like one of my closest group of friends in my life, even though it was like only two years of hanging out together. Maybe something better will come out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that I got to know you guys. Glad that we were all friends. Estatic when we created this blog. Honoured that I was one of the members. Honoured that I was blogging here. But I do not deserve this honour. I do not deserve anything. It is too much for me. I just hope you all will understand. I'll be back, hopefully stronger than before and not someone who can't take frequent arguments. Just a reminder to Faz, I will take your advice. Shidah, sorry for the disappointment. Well, not only you. The rest too, sorry for being a disappointment. I've been one all my life anyway. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you, furnichers, goodbye for now. I'll be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Retired) kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112307827985298973?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112307827985298973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112307827985298973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-another-post-for-another-day-in.html' title='Just another post for another day in another lifetime'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112303239054098136</id><published>2005-08-03T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:26:30.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to bloody hell use the dreamweaver huh?!</title><content type='html'>wah basket!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like banging the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamweaver sux man!&lt;br /&gt;how the hell do you use Dreamweaver!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to like pull my hair out from my head soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm considering if i want to change to handcoding instead man!&lt;br /&gt;its way easier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! pek chek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!!&lt;br /&gt;2dae is a BIG day!!&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind to go Clark's house.&lt;br /&gt;yes! meet his mum!&lt;br /&gt;my god! damn kan chong!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for both ar!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112303239054098136?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112303239054098136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112303239054098136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-bloody-hell-use-dreamweaver-huh.html' title='how to bloody hell use the dreamweaver huh?!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112297582804228484</id><published>2005-08-02T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:44:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a post? i dun think its that simple...</title><content type='html'>u see, u see. whatever i say, whether its making fun of someone or anything, it never goes down well with anyone and everyone. what the fuck u want from me??? cant i tease ppl a little bit? is bringing up smth frm the past and making fun of the person a little bit a crime? by playing with ur mind, using words...is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish? of cos its childish. like duh! i said that u were defending urself, and here u are accusing me of being childish? so im no longer allowed to tease ppl, and fazlee can do just that and get away with everything? if thats the freakin case, then forget abt asking me to comment on anything. forget abt everything. i shall just freakin keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im gonna be misunderstood everytime i say or write smth, then i'd rather just keep to myself. i never said i was the center of the world damn it. who the hell said that only i can insult others and make fun of them? who the freakin hell said that? just cos i said that ur defending urself, n u came back with me jumping to conclusions, suddenly its like im taking everything seriously and personally? like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like u said, its just a post. i noe its just a post. im keeping it as just a post. i never said that it was gonna hurt my feelings, or get me so pissed that im gonna bash things up. i never said that. but now, it seems like things are getting abit outta hand. AGAIN. i notice that its usually the 2 of us who start these arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...we can never see eye to eye. i dun give a fuck abt that. no one is perfect. but have u ever thought abt why we argue more frequently than the rest? its just smth that either one of us has that pisses the hell outta the other. the thing abt u that pisses me off, is that u usually get things the wrong way, then u make it big, and u never listen and ur ever so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno abt me, surely there's smth abt me too. but i dunno, its up to u to tell me that in the face if u want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u can say that i shdnt take everything u say seriously, then why cant u do the same for my case? what's so freakin difficult abt doing that? i mean, i seriously never took what u said seriously. if i did, i'd be picking a fight every now and then what. see lah, just say a few words to disturb people, and then it becomes like that. what is wrong with us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo...lets just bury this stupid thing and forget abt it ok? i dunno why this is happening u noe. over a few comments, we are starting to argue again. just becos of comments. if we can brush aside so many things, then why cant we do so for this situation? like what u said, its just a post. let it stay as a post. anything in a post is never serious anyway, unless i say so. thats provided i want the post to be serious of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno what u mean by me talking abt the same old thing? but forget it. im not gonna persue anything. u say whatever u want. its just a post what. like u said. just a post.....just like this. its just a post. dun forget it. this is a very impt sentence...THIS IS JUST A POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112297582804228484?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112297582804228484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112297582804228484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-post-i-dun-think-its-that-simple.html' title='just a post? i dun think its that simple...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112297361918634039</id><published>2005-08-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:06:59.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tag board is freaKIN irritating!</title><content type='html'>its so bloody slow!&lt;br /&gt;the tag board sux big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I WAN TO SAY IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting abit childish la.&lt;br /&gt;what i say, you say i defending myself.&lt;br /&gt;like that what else can i say leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not the center of the world, u noe, nash?&lt;br /&gt;why only u can insult ppl for FUN n others canoT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think by going to the tagboard to write those words helps in any way?&lt;br /&gt;c'mon la. its jus a post la.&lt;br /&gt;dun take everything i say so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;jus chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u have to go there and STILL talk abt the same old thing?&lt;br /&gt;brudda, its just a post!&lt;br /&gt;relax la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112297361918634039?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112297361918634039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112297361918634039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/tag-board-is-freakin-irritating.html' title='the tag board is freaKIN irritating!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112296659603840111</id><published>2005-08-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:09:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-grad!!</title><content type='html'>okok! i was the bo liao and very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bugger who started all these!&lt;br /&gt;told you guys it was fun right!&lt;br /&gt;you all enjoy it what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/drama7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/drama7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... thats about all i want to upload..&lt;br /&gt;still got few more. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take caries!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112296659603840111?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112296659603840111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112296659603840111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/pre-grad.html' title='pre-grad!!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112295405772258169</id><published>2005-08-02T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:40:57.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to clarify something that i 4got earlier!</title><content type='html'>about the napfa day.&lt;br /&gt;i was told to return to the lab.&lt;br /&gt;tt big muscular guy (with a peabrain) told me to go back and sign out at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no choice! i went back. i have no choice!&lt;br /&gt;i did my work but open the blog at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;please la. dont tell me you so guai ar? die die just concentrate?&lt;br /&gt;canot be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this proves that i can multiTASK!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;was in the lab with only NAd &amp; a french guy.&lt;br /&gt;talk to them at the same time as i'm editing my templates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can choose to believe me or not.&lt;br /&gt;i cant force u, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*MY CONSCIENCE IS CLEAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nash. dont always jumped into conclusion!&lt;br /&gt;anyway posting is very important ok!&lt;br /&gt;its our blog ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai siao siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112295405772258169?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112295405772258169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112295405772258169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-to-clarify-something-that-i.html' title='i want to clarify something that i 4got earlier!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112295153142858237</id><published>2005-08-02T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:59:21.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so im back?</title><content type='html'>guess who's back, back again. shady's back, tell a friend. but im not slim shady, so dun just tell a friend. tell the whole world damn it! im back? i am back? where did i go? was i even missing in action? what's goin on? nash wasn't ard? but i thot his ass was glued to the seat at PropNex from 9am-6pm? is that considered missing? if he was missing, then why didn't we see his face in the tv programme of similar name? MISSING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to jessie, the old nash is back. the old nash has returned. the old nash was all along here. just that (loss for words here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that what? i dunno. my brain froze for that moment. it was like i cudnt think. just that...just that...just that i didn't wanna write mean stuff? i didn't have the mood? i what? i dunno! maybe the inspiration just disappeared, decided to go for a holiday in the bahamas, and then returned like a couple of days back so that im inspired to spite people and destroy their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i dun think that im actually destroying people's lives. oooh, email inbox pop-up from my busu! haha. that fella ah, say wanna chat on msn, make me wait like the whole day and he never turned up at all. haha. kena pang seh sia. basket. now, where was i just now? hmm, i was saying that i dun think that im destroying anybody's lives. i still think that this is just a minor swipe at people. im not mean enuf. i rather not be. i dun wanna do anything stupid and destroy anything precious.(my precious....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still early to start insulting people. who shall we insult today? what abt those faggots on the bus...? remember i once blogged abt those idiots squeezing up on the already packed bus? well, it happened again. it was like only the 2nd bus-stop of my freakin journey and the bus was being delayed by selfish idiots. im not saying im not selfish, im selfish cos i wanted the driver to just put the damn pedal to the floor and accelerate away, leave those who try to squeeze through the front door hanging for their dear, pathetic lives. i forgot to mention that he shd just keep the front door opened of course, and close the back door. that way, we can have people hanging from outside the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine that scene? like the bus speeding off at say, i dunno...incredibly high speeds lah. then the front door is opened, and u can see like 4-6 people holding on to the door when it actually seems like they're flying just beside the bus. haha. sounds like some stupid cartoon. but i'd like to do that one day. maybe tomorrow. if that very same bus-stop attracts the same amount of people who die-die must get their butts on the bus even though its already the limit, then im gonna squeeze myself to the front, get to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, grab the emergency hammer that enables u to break the windows when there's an emergency, yeah. take that hammer, go to the driver...pat him on the shoulder to get his attention, then swing away! make sure he's out cold. then while everyone's gasping in shock, u drag his unconscious body away from the driver's seat and take over. then someone yells at u, and then shouts out at someone to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u throw the hammer as hard as u can at his face to shut him up. then, looking menacingly at the accelerator, u raise ur right foot as high as it can go, and just jam it down! now, at this point...imagine everything to be like running in slow-mo. so the moment ur eyes gleam with excitement upon seeing the accelerator pedal, it seems like the surrounding realises what's going on in ur head and some of them are like "nnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", while some are covering their eyes and struggling among themselves to find smth to grab on to and hold on for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo! then u jam that pathetic pedal all the way down and scream for joy, which in turn ignites a screaming session from within the bus. nothing moves. everyone's quiet after screaming. people are looking ard dazed. wondering what's going on. some are still cowering in fear. like some terrorists just attacked. u open ur eyes, thinking that ur gonna see the bus gunning down the road at super-speed. but all u see are people glaring at u with red eyes. yeah. suddenly everyone has red eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they bare their fangs at u. fangs? wait a minute! how come they have fangs all of a sudden? what is this? dawn of the dead? they growl, pounce on u, tear ur flesh. u hear urself screaming. then the bus-driver comes ard and grabs that hammer and starts bashing ur head as revenge. u start screaming cos everything's not going according to what u planned in that tiny little head of urs. so u scream somemore and struggle like ur life depends on it. like its gonna help. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u find urself in ur own room panting. the bed's wet. not from sweat mind u, u just had a wet dream and pee-ed and ejaculated all over the bed. what a wet dream! u actually got horny cos people were bashing and biting u with their fangs? haha. psycho! then u notice bruises all over ur body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. im so bored. my manager's talking to his replacement like right beside me. as in RIGHT BESIDE ME! and here i am blogging like nobody's business. man. am i gd or what? haha. seems like everyone's busy with their projects. or are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think fazlee's really busy. busy doing dunno what. scanning? the last time i checked, he was scanning some shit. i dunno if he's still doing it. maybe, maybe not. he's probably like starting on his "mini-project" now. and listening to music at the same time i see. emma bunton's lay ur love on me. busy? i dunno. maybe he's secretly jacking off underneath the table. hahahaha. wooo! horny horny dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie's busy-ness seems to be taking a toll on her. cos it has inspired her to blame CHINESE people for anything and everything. poor faggots. they're getting the blame whether they're in the wrong or right! haha. poor thing. but then again, some of u deserve it. i remember telling her abt this chinese dude in my office. he once didn't have anyone to lunch with, and it so happened that i was going for my lunch. now, my lunch plan was to go to the arcade and play drums. i never planned to eat. he stuck with me, even though i insisted that i wasn't gonna eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left him at the entertainment center, i went to play, he went to eat. he said he would come back here and look for me. part of me wanted to just leave while he was eating so that he wouldn't find me...but the other part of me was telling me to be nice. i decided to be nice. that was one decision i regretted, cos apparently he has tried to stick with me alot. but thank god i usually sneak away before anyone notices. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like yesterday, i left late for lunch, i lied that i had to finish some work. so they left without me. when they left, i left not long after. but i came back like waaaay too early. and they thought that i never moved at all. haha. how cool is that? charleen actually asked me if i went for lunch. i asked her why. then i answered it for her. "cos it seems like i never moved right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she laughed and said "yeah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'd do anything so that the china dude wun have to stick with me. language barrier is already one issue, then he's always talking abt stuff that im not interested in. i try not to be rude, but i think looking at other interesting stuff and not paying any attention while he's talking to me, is already rude enuf i guess. so who cares abt the freak?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau, im really talking rubbish here. got no one to insult, nth else to say or talk abt. i dun wanna talk abt chinese people, cos jessie's done enuf. what abt property agents here? nah...i've had enuf of those chipmunks. dun ask me why i call them that. they just look like one. haha. actually only one of them does, but i classify all agents under one category. its simpler that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch charlie and the chocolate factory!!! and i have yet to get my hands on the 5th n 6th potter bks! im like waaaaaaay behind time. i think im gonna have to get it from a friend or smth. i dunno. i'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this trailer last night while watching incredible tales. there's another movie similar to dawn of the dead. its called land of the dead. its m18! i can watch it! hahahhaa. they wanna check my IC? go ahead. i can proudly proclaim that im over 18! hahaha. but i noe i cant do that for r21 shows. YET! gimme another yr. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah...tired of typing already. been typing nonsense for like 45 mins? im gonna go to the lounge and get me some sardine puffs. haha. i'll blog again later if i wanna. i dun think today's post is anything nasty or abusive. so dun worry. relax. chill. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112295153142858237?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112295153142858237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112295153142858237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-im-back.html' title='so im back?'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112294376021496519</id><published>2005-08-02T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:49:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Shit!</title><content type='html'>haha..&lt;br /&gt;Nash! it was a rather interesting post!&lt;br /&gt;kinda pitchy, dawg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okok..&lt;br /&gt;you see. you just need someone to push you a little and you start posting like normal again!&lt;br /&gt;cool! maybe i'll try spiking you more often! and the rest of us can enjoy more of your great posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.. dont worry! i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;offended. no point what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later no more of Famous-Nash-The-Great's cool shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! i remembered something!!!&lt;br /&gt;when i was goin home with Fazlee on the MRT, i saw this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(right, you guys must be wondering i'm some LesBIAN but hang on! READ ON!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she was sms-ing her friend (not sure if "it" is a girl or a boy), and guess whats the name od the sender????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DRUMROLL*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Fireworks!*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'NASHY NASH'&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;yup yup!&lt;br /&gt;aint kidding!! i saw it! i swear!&lt;br /&gt;Hey NASH! dint know you had a new nickname!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!!! NASHY!&lt;br /&gt;actually its the same as Nashie, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! i'm not getting back at you!&lt;br /&gt;i told Faz i'll blog about so i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;DONT BE OFFENDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112294376021496519?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112294376021496519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112294376021496519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/cool-shit.html' title='Cool Shit!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112295921453049398</id><published>2005-08-02T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T13:06:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog, ur blog, our blog...</title><content type='html'>someone's giving me the impression that she took offence to smth that i mentioned. she says that she wasn't offended, but yet she's defending herself. why would someone who never took any offence to anything i've said, suddenly start defending herself? haha. provocative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once told someone that i found u very contradictive to urself, jessie. time and again, you've not proven me wrong, instead... u gimme more proof that what i thought in the first place, was right. you tend to say things and then do smth else. u want me to elaborate? hmm, this may go down the wrong way, but nevermind. im gonna elaborate anyway. hopefully u'll see the light at the end of this miserable tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that stupid argument we had? the miscommunication among all of us in the group? the one that almost killed our friendship because we had huge egos. i've mentioned before that i detested ur attitude during that period of time. yeah, it made me realise what a huge and loud mouth u had. one that never seemed to be able to shut up at the proper time. well, it still exist sadly...(haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually very surprised at myself. deep inside of me, i had murderous thoughts, violence running all over the place in my head. i wanted to let it all out. i wanted to beat people up, those who looked at me, those who laughed among their friends, those whose faces never appealed to me, those whom i just hated, even innocent people whom i've never interacted with. i wanted to hit them with anything and everything i can possibly get my hands on. surprise surprise, u were in that dreaded list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so surprised at myself? well, despite having those killer thoughts, i didn't do anything at all. nth violent. maybe except spewing vulgarities and stuff, but nth criminal of course. that was so unlike me. haha. anyways, i remember the day pretty clearly. cos what happened then affected me greatly, made plenty of changes too. though sometimes i wonder if i had chosen the right path, i couldn't really be bothered to really go in-depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right...what happened that day? im not sure if u knew anything abt it. i was actually on my way down to jurong CC, the damn place where u brought us to study that time. that crampy room. wahaha. anyway...i was on my way there, with a plan. with fazlee as backup and moral support. u could say that he was like a cheerleader, just that he woul have made a very disgusting one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like halfway there when u msged me. that ur very disappointed in me, my behaviour, attitude, yada-yada...then came the shocker. that if i didn't treasure the friendship, then maybe it was best to just end it and pretend that we all never met in the first place. i mean, like what the fuck? at that moment of time, (u noe, this seems rather familiar...its like i've wrote this before or smth? am i experiencing some deja vu or did this already happen in some dream of mine? haha) it took me by surprise. faz read it, shook his head and was muttering "why she like that, siao ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this led me to like think alot. it was the first time then, that u brought smth like that up. but it didn't stop there. i think u did it like a couple more times when we had more arguments. now, i dun really care abt that now. its over, its the past. i noe im digging stuff up now. but i wanna put smth across. there's smth that u need to noe. i dun think anyone would actually tell u this, maybe some of us feel like doing so but are afraid of hurting ur feelings or destroying that friendship, but im gonna take that risk. we have to take risks in life, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's mine, my risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once mentioned that i thought our grp was gonna drift apart. true. no doubt abt it, one day we are gonna drift. &lt;strong&gt;its just a matter of time&lt;/strong&gt;. that was what i kept saying to u guys. but u were stubborn, as always. somehow, u always have to go against smth. always! i dun really care but it gets on my nerves sometimes. anyway, whenever i brought up that topic, u'd flatly refuse to agree with me. instead u tell me that i shd do this n do that n prevent it from happening because u've been through it with ur grp of friends, and that somehow u managed to prevent it from happening with tears and effort and shit like that. this was last time, what u told me last time. i dunno when exactly but it was pretty long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i remember like awhile back, u were complaining that it was a bore to hang out with ur grp of friends because it seemed like no one's interested to chill or smth like that. its like getting abit bored because the stuff that u guys do are like "sian" or smth. i cant remember what exactly, but the words u used that caught my attention was when u mentioned that u told them that drifting apart seemed like it was gonna happen, and that &lt;strong&gt;it was a matter of time only&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking to myself, those words sound so damn familiar. its like i said it before. damn right i did! those were the exact words i said to u all!  and now someone was using it against me? my own words, which i tried to put across to my friends, are now being thrown back to me from the very person who at first refused to believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa whoa whoa...what's happening here? u told me that u managed to keep the grp together, n now ur telling me that drifting apart is inevitable? what was the shit u told me when i said that to u abt our grp? contradiction was looming on ur face when i pieced everything together. its like u said one thing, then do another. like i said, it wasn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i mentioned to some people (im not saying who, but i think u might noe them very well! wahaha. a la russell peters...u rock dude!) that u said u treasured friendship alot. it meant alot to u. so much, that u'd even cry over it. i dun see u crying when u initiated those moments to like end the friendship just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u really treasure friendship so much, then why does it seem so easy for u to open ur mouth and just ask someone to make or break the friendship? yeah, true. it helps to make one's mind up. a quick yes or no. but it changes the situation so much that things will never be the same again, it'll never be like before again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contradiction to urself again. treasuring friendship, yet destroying one is all so simple to u too when u insist that u treasure it. its just like a snap of ur fingers. more contradiction awaits of cos. one more is the recent one, napfa test. busy, go back to lab. yeah, so the guy told u to go back. even if he didn't u'd have gone back anyway. u said that "u had stuff to take care off". u went back, and ended up surfing ard and blogged. haha. im not saying that u did smth wrong, im not blaming u for anything. im just stating smth. that was just a thought that ran through my mind at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, if everytime i had thoughts like that, i'd have to be struck by lightning, i think my body would have been a pile of ashes like since i was 10? haha. another thing is that, ur beginning to annoy me now, by saying that phrase "jump to conclusions" one too many times. its like everything single thing is jumping to conclusions to u now. like maybe even now! haha. i dunno lah. i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i actually wanted to say was that i dun care if it's me blogging or u blogging or shidah or fazlee, its all the same! my blog, ur blog, our blog, its all the same. dun be so ridiculous. (i was gonna say "cheap" but seeing how it makes no sense at all in the sentence, i decided to scrap the word. so no russell peters influence here. maybe a slight bit lah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at jessie's post, she said that she opened the blog and did her work at the same time. the she said smth like "pls lah, dun tell me u so guai? die die just concentrate? cannot be right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i burst ur bubble? well, over here...i can concentrate. though i have the blog opened, i still focus on my work. its a matter of whether u can put ur mind to focus on ur job. it seems that u cant. haha. too bad!! nevermind. keep it up. working too hard is not gd for ur brain anyway. so i'd encourage u to blog more. anyway, our other members aint blogging much too. especially faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gotta like wait for a blue moon to appear before he'd blog. otherwise he'd be posting weird pics. pics that have like totally no relation to anything whatsoever. haha. freakazoid! aiyah...time for lunch. let's continue this blogging frenzy later!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112295921453049398?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112295921453049398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112295921453049398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-blog-ur-blog-our-blog.html' title='my blog, ur blog, our blog...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112290340332097479</id><published>2005-08-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:36:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKazoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/400/Freakazoid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112290340332097479?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112290340332097479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112290340332097479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/freakazoid.html' title='FREAKazoid'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112288417668236109</id><published>2005-08-01T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:25:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spice up our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do not get offended over what ur abt to read. it is just smth to spice up my life, and some others' lives too. apparently, its getting a little too boring for some ppl. so lets turn it up a notch and get nasty in here! wooooooo!!!! remember, dun get offended. its all in the name of fun. i'll be damned to stay in hell if i really mean all the things i say. wait a second, im already the devil! hahaha. im kidding. have fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. someone has complained. complained that i always talk abt my work and shit. why is that so? i have no freakin idea. what shall we talk abt then nash? what &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; we talk abt? well, for starters, we can talk abt &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;plenty of things&lt;/span&gt;. like there's a camera crew right now in the lounge filming smth as im sitting here blogging. lets talk abt them filming. since its not related to my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as u noe, filming requires cameras. dun wori, plenty of cameras here. they even put the spares on my head. i dunno why its still up ther, maybe cos i have a gd sense of balance. wooo! the lights are bright! no wonder audrey asked for sunglasses. god noes what they're doing now. not that i care. i just have other things to talk abt besides my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. ok, hang on. apparently i gotta turn down the volume of the music cos its interfering with the recording. maybe i shd jump in front of the camera while its running halfway and scream &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I HATE THE LOUNGE AT PROPNEX!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, i think i better not. these guys look huge. wait a minute. they dun look huge. they &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; huge. right, im straying. what was i supposed to talk abt? my work? ok....hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine. since im not allowed to blog abt my work, i think i shall cut down on blogging then. since i nid to have a suitable topic to blog, and that im not allowed to blog abt my work...maybe its time for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, isn't a blog supposed to be like an online diary? where u can just "pen" ur thoughts on anything and everything? and now im supposedly boring cos im writing abt my work most of the time? well, that sucks. and i'd like to apologise upfront. for any mean things im abt to say, for any shit that im abt to reveal. lets just say this one thing. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT GET ANGRY WHATSOEVER REGARDING WHAT IM ABT TO WRITE. JUST LET IT GO IN UR HEAD AND COME OUT THE OTHER WAY. JUST BE OPEN-MINDED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is necessary if u want me to write abt stuff that is apparently more interesting than me blogging abt my work. u want me to do that? can... i just ask for one simple thing in return. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not blame me for anything offensive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos when i chose to stick to the simple, but boring stuff, ppl say its boring. so im choosing the alternate path. the path of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;treachery&lt;/span&gt;. the path where &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flaming&lt;/span&gt; ppl is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the fun begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..im now at a loss for words. lets see. my left side of my brain is telling me to not publish stuff that are too sensitive, while the right side of my brain is saying that these ppl shd die!!! no lah. what its telling me is that i shd have no mercy! just flame these ppl! wahahaha! psychopath alert! beep beep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time we actually played badminton? i cant remember now. i think it was like close to a month ago? mayb 3 wks? i wonder why... maybe cos we cant seem to get everyone to agree on smth simple like confirming a day to play. setting aside a day, just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt;. to have fun. to relax. its just a few hours. apparently, thats too much to ask for according to some ppl. but no worries. we're all very flexible ppl. we're so flexible that we can actually bend 4 times over! don't ask me how is that done, no demonstration or anything. u want me to demonstrate?? get me a corpse, a fresh one, make sure all the bones are remove. that way, we can bend him/her anyway we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a corpse is a bad idea. so lets change that to david blaine! seeing how he's able to twist his arm like dunno how many times and still look alright after that, i think he'd make a good mr bend-over-4-times-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, personally...i feel that im wasting my time now. not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as in right now. im talking abt the now as in a more general term of usage. what i actually wanna say is that im wasting my time, organising this and that. i feel that its pointless. i dun want ppl to tell me that im not trying hard to get the grp out and that im gonna talk abt us drifting apart cos of that. no! enuf of that shit! why do u think im thinking this way? look at what's happening ard u. look! loooooooooook! no no...its not superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, the badminton thingy. we were like supposed to play like mayb once a week initially. and give a week off for the month. so its like mayb 2-3 times in a month? but so far, it seems impossible to even get a session a month! haha. dun ask me why. if i knew why, i wudnt b here. i'd probably have some psychology school opened or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's not free at the same time. i can accept that. but pls ppl, pls! at least have the courtesy to inform me. take the initiative! i mean, i get the blame when i decide to cancel smth. just cos one person is busy doesnt mean that the rest are too! &lt;strong&gt;YEAH! I AGREE ON THAT&lt;/strong&gt;! but if the grp doesnt even respond, what do u think im thinking? go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may sound rather familiar to some of u guys. think back on the recent outburst that shidah had. i think she was the one who posted that sentence, abt one person being unavailable doesnt mean that the rest are too. well shidah, im sorry to put u down too. erm, it seems that u too cant compromise on a day to chill. it seems to me that u too are rather preoccupied with things. another thing is that between u girls, when one cant make it, the chances of the others turning up are like reduced. thats mainly cos of the thought of showering alone is terrifying. that i understand. hence i came to the conclusion that if one doesnt turn up, its like most likely the rest would not too. so its better to like cancel it rather than waste my breath persuading and asking ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i say smth? since someone says that im boring cos i talk abt work all the time...then can jessie pls stop complaining abt chinese ppl? chinese ppl meaning ppl from &lt;strong&gt;CHINA&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah. cos if she's bored abt reading the same old thing that i keep writing abt, which is work...then apparently im also getting bored of reading abt her complaining abt chinese ppl. hehe. we know what ur trying to put across. u hate those ppl. if u wanna let it be known to the world, then i suggest u write in to a newspaper. haha. cos i dun think anyone wud come across our blog and say "oh look! its da furnichers! they have this member who writes shit abt ppl FROM THERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, whenever i say smth, the opposite tends to happen. i had my reasons for saying certain things. like what i said just now, the last sentence of the paragraph b4 this. hehehehe. now let's pray that ppl do turn up and read abt it. wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys still dun believe me...then remember the time when i said i was most probably gonna be attached to NCS? and i never was. instead im posted to PropNex. then what abt the time when i said that i was gonna suffer more programming shit during attachment life? it aint happening now. haha. there are other cases too, but i cant remember it. so maybe when my memory's a little better, i'd share those moments with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it is now time to piss ppl off. haha. im kidding lah. i wud like to point out certain things that have been on my mind for like the past week or so. remember when we took our napfa test? and jessie had to "rush" back to the lab cos she had smth impt to take care off? soon after that, we found her blogging. we didnt exactly find her blogging, the time of the post says it all. so apparently, that is the supposedly impt thing that she had to take care of? hahahaha. nah, that was just a thought running through my head. yes, a glimpse of what's going on in nash's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna be mean to shiyun or anything but, sometimes i feel that it is not possible to invite her all the time. moving back to the recent outburst, it seems that shiyun was like left out again. mainly cos of the usual reason, when jessie aint ard, the chances of the other 2 being ard is like really slim. so if the main one aint in, how can we expect the small fries to go? just another thought in the tiny little world of nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its not that i dun wanna invite her along or anything. plus her style clashes with ours. not exactly style, im talking more abt her likes and dislikes. yeah...maybe thats more accurate. likes and dislikes. she's totally different in thinking, likes and dislikes, from us. all of us are different. but somehow, we have a little smth in common, whereas shiyun has not much compared to us. so its only "normal" that i make those decisions. i had to think carefully too u noe. i noe some of u may say that there's no harm in asking, but has it ever occurred to u that it may be futile? and i hate to waste my time. yeah. so somehow i do the things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooook. really straying now. im supposed to piss ppl off! haha. cool. joseph just told me that i missed an argument between gerard (one of the managers here), and a customer. apparently gerard got so pissed at this woman that he yelled for her to get out. and joseph was outside the office fixing the photocopy machine at the time, and everyone outside there heard the shouting and time stopped (according to joseph here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i when it happened? i was in the freakin lounge. damn it. i always miss the gd stuff. when i came back, i found cake on my desk. apparently, the CEO's birthday is tomorrow and they had celebrated it already, while i was in the lounge. no wonder josephine came by asking for a lighter. i missed the celebration!!! 2 cool things in one day. how ironic is that? i actually just wanted to see the argument. it kinda freaked the shit outta every1. cos no one's seen gerard that way b4. no wonder there was a buzz in the office when i got back. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some sad news. my manager, joseph...is leaving. his last day is 24th august. he has tendered his resignation, and it was accepted. he is scheduled to leave on the 24th, being his last day. there wun be anyone to back me now!!! so sad. my "big bro" is going away. he's gonna work overseas. all the best to him. i wish him the best of luck and may everything go smooth for him in his new environment, SHANGHAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. jessie's probably like giving a twisted look like right abt now. shanghai. yeah, thinking abt the place kid? huh? shanghai? china? haha. the people there? hahahaha. go ahead, complain. its boring enuf already. u've literally condemned the whole area to hell already. u noe, if i was really the devil, i'd do smth to u. i dunno what yet. but i'd definately do smth to u. haha. just gimme a couple of days to slowly think of what to do to u. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long post! wooo! i dun care. im not satisfied. this aint enuf! i wanna write more! but the laptop's really lagging now. i'll try to go on until it hangs lah. im lazy to do my work now anyway. i just have today's data to enter, then come tomorrow, its tomorrow's data. and im thinking of doing today's and tomorrow's data, tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore ppl to make fun of? to condemn? to bitch abt? to piss off? i dunno already. jessie's bro? hahaha. she's just &lt;strong&gt;'suay'.&lt;/strong&gt; like i dunno. walking in on her bro who's naked. haha. better watch the kid. he might get horny and start having funny thoughts abt incest. hahaha. be careful. be very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i hvnt talked abt fazlee yet, in this post. hmm, what can i say abt that guy? lets see. anything to piss him off with? haha. i remember one of his friends talking abt his parents once and it pissed the hell outta him. so i better not go talking abt his parents. anyway, what do they have to do with this post? relak brudda, im not that cruel. if i wanna talk, i'll talk abt u. no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the weird thing with faz, he sometimes over-replies smses. but sometimes never replies. dun understand what im saying? its ooook. i usually elaborate. alot. haha. what im saying is, when u send an sms to our dear fazlee... sometimes he replies, and then replies again when u never reply. and then again and again. like during his birthday. when i asked him to gimme a missed call when they're approaching toa payoh, he smsed me at every station they arrived at. had i not saw them in the train and instead waited for the missed call which never came at all, i'd be standing there like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing was that i received the sms which said "braddell now" when i had already met up with them. it was like abt 5-10mins into the meeting up when i got the sms. wonderful right? for those of u who're lost, braddell is the station just before toa payoh. yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when he constantly sent smses. when u expect an sms reply from him and it doesnt come? dun worry abt it. it happens all the time. its like blowing hot and cold on u. haha. so relak, chill out. dun be a freak. cos u already are one. haha. there's left-over cake on joseph's desk...and im eye-ing it like a hungry wolf. cos its just within reaching distance of my left hand. but there're like teeth marks all over it, and its turning me away. but the cream..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered abt &lt;strong&gt;ron-diculous.&lt;/strong&gt; he's this christian fella who tried to psycho me to join christianism when i was having my FYP in sch. his name is actually ron. i saved it in my handphone as RON-DICULOUS. thinking of the word "ridiculous"? ur right on! cos whatever he said to me that day was, well, ridiculous! and come to think of it, i gave him rather ridiculous answers too. who asked him to gimme ridiculous shit? i throw back at him lah! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that bugger never called me after he called me the first time. his purpose in calling was to somehow get me to join them in one of their sessions where they talk abt GOD and jesus christ the saviour. and of cos promote christianism. i dun mean to be rude but, fuck off? haha. sorry. i cudnt help it. its unnatural for me not to spew any vulgarities at random points in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, gdbye to ron-diculous and his weird preaching. it never had any effect on me in the first place, i was just entertaining ur pitiful soul becos i was kind and i had nth better to do for the first 20mins. but after that u just plainly annoyed me n i so very much wanted to take the chair across me and smash it on ur head so that u'd bleed profusely and be lying sprawled on the floor, helpless. then i can proceed to walk away and return to my lab and resume my project. but i was kind that day. sadly. i kinda regretted it. if only i could turn back the hands of time. i'd be having lotsa fun doin so! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah, better go do some work. later they accuse me of "eating snake". so many ppl walked past me already, probably saw what i was doing. but no one's saying anything. and that doesnt mean that its a gd thing. who noes, i might get all the backstabbing when its like the last week of attachment or smth. kk...tata! ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember not to get offended at anything. ok. its abit too late to say that now right? if ur offended just now, chances are ur still offended now. haha. ok ok. time for me to disappear! remember ah! dun get offended ah! i try to make more ppl pissed next time ok? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112288417668236109?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112288417668236109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112288417668236109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/spice-up-our-lives.html' title='spice up our lives'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112288588651687695</id><published>2005-08-01T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:44:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom's innoncence.... hehe</title><content type='html'>hmm... seems dat u guys think dat my mom is hip n everything... but WAIT.... pls she's just any ordinary mom... its just that her co. organise a "party".. so she went to with her frens (her co-workers in this case...) she's HIP yeah BUT... im starting to tink dat u guys tink my mom is some mother that go party even if they're old.. no... my MOM only went there like once...  so i might misunderstood u guys abt my earlier post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im here to prove her innoncence... wahaha... yah i dun wan u guys to tink something else... ok... so i just wanna prove my point here thta my MOM is cool but not in the party kinda cool.. ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;ash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112288588651687695?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112288588651687695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112288588651687695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-moms-innoncence-hehe.html' title='my mom&apos;s innoncence.... hehe'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112287013896262528</id><published>2005-08-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:30:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont always talk about the same thing.. please?</title><content type='html'>i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from my supervisor's room with Zuridah not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing i do is to read the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, nash... dont be so bored and repetitive can?&lt;br /&gt;always talk about your work?&lt;br /&gt;you not sian, i think most of us are.&lt;br /&gt;1 super long post all about your work.&lt;br /&gt;haiyo..&lt;br /&gt;now you're losing your adek's and sometimes, Faz's and Zu's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about other things lah.&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us here hardly talk about our projects because its already so stressful and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! gona post pics of Warren's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;but of course with some scribbling and crapping on the photographs!&lt;br /&gt;cannot waste the chance right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man man!! Shidah! your mum is FREAKING, SUPER DUPER!!, ULTRA HIP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my my! Clubbing.. i doubt my parents like those places. its classified as "Messy" and "where-all-the-bad-people-are" kind of places.&lt;br /&gt;My dad always repeats the same things over and over again about other assholes spiking your drinks or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah! This morning!&lt;br /&gt;i was freakin pissed!&lt;br /&gt;my brother likes to shit in the toilet (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WITH THE DAMN DOOR OPEN&lt;/span&gt;) in my parents' rm.&lt;br /&gt;well. my clothes are in there.&lt;br /&gt;so i went in, early in the morning and guess what i saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! his freakin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;digusting testicles&lt;/span&gt; i think!&lt;br /&gt;CB! spoil my whole morning!&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad and guess how understanding he was??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said it was MY fault! Blame myself!&lt;br /&gt;how fair is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEEBYE!&lt;/strong&gt; i purposely want to walk into the room is it?&lt;br /&gt;He is a FUCKING 14 year old asshole!&lt;br /&gt;can't he close the door!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gona care what you guys think.&lt;br /&gt;i just want all the people who read the blog to know.&lt;br /&gt;and when or happen, to come my place!&lt;br /&gt;that dumbass will be embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BROTHER IS AN ASSHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! he is! no kidding!&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand what the heck is going into this peabrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you guys read the newspaper yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;about the tourists from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER THERE&lt;/span&gt;. (you guys shld know whr.. potatoes planatation?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling Shidah, Faz and Zuriadah about it.&lt;br /&gt;well, its pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;let's share afew of the "AMAZINGLY" &amp; "LOWGRADED" ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's this "Chief" from some village in the mountain. in another words, or maybe, in MY words, a "Mountain Man" came to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he expects the citizens in Singapore to bow to him when he walk past or something.&lt;br /&gt;How's that? Cool shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal reponse:&lt;br /&gt;You're just a freaking Mountain Man la. scram la. If i see you, i'll make sure that i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you and let you bow to me for a change! Faggot ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This happened in Genting, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel crew had to differentiate the vegetarian and non-vegetarian people.&lt;br /&gt;well. Then it kind of "HIT" them to draw a picture of a pig on those who eats meats.&lt;br /&gt;and so, People from OVER THERE being people from OVER THERE, refused to settle the matter quietly. make a freaking big fuss for like 'i-dont-know-how-many-god-forsaken-hours' that in the end, the hotel crew ACTUALLY pays the tourists some amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal reponse:&lt;br /&gt;How far can you people degrade youself? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont be so cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This group of tourists from OVER THERE was delayed for an hour before they were allowed to board the plane from Singapore to Hong Kong. well, after the plane touched down in Hong Kong, a representative was sent by the group of tourists to talk to the flight attendants as these bunch of people refused to alight from the plane. They got what they're after - US$50 per head to be paid on the spot by the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal repose:&lt;br /&gt;dont be like daniel la. US$50? its not US$5000 or US$50000 ok! Leave the place happily, thinking that you've won the battle? I dont think its so simple... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you've already got yourself a very nice &amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; title - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUper "CHEAPO"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and LOW CLASs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many many more articles but my mum only told me afew.&lt;br /&gt;people people. you guys judge yourself.&lt;br /&gt;dont always say i'm against them. read more about them in the newspapers yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;you'll see how "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" they think they are these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112287013896262528?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112287013896262528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112287013896262528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-always-talk-about-same-thing.html' title='dont always talk about the same thing.. please?'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112285810543694849</id><published>2005-08-01T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:06:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>occasional ramblings 401</title><content type='html'>hey guys... its monday morning... yup i was freaking early... haha... i came like wat 8.20am... yeah dats how early i was... i heard that other yr1 &amp;amp; yr2 students are having their common test this wk... so yeah maybe dats why the bus wasn't so pack today... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... wad do i wanna post abt... ok maybe some nonsense will do for the morning... haha.. aniwae im finding my mom to be super-cool man... last fri... u knw whr she go... well let me tell you... she went clubbing wif her frens at whr... at MOMO CLUB!! woohoo... its not always u see ur mom and clubbing in the same sentence... so anyway she came n tell me all the stuff which makes me more jealous only... haha... oh come on... u tell me wont u be jealous if ur mom go clubbing on a fri nite n u stay at home.. haha... MOM how cud u leave ur daughter behind... im comiiiing... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk i go ramble later on... gotta start wif my work.. ciao kiddos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112285810543694849?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112285810543694849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112285810543694849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/08/occasional-ramblings-401.html' title='occasional ramblings 401'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112261218080255958</id><published>2005-07-29T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:52:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Hello? Mic test, 1, 2, 3...</title><content type='html'>*high pitched sound of wind whistling through the microphone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence... no curses, no murmuring. no nothing. emptiness. that's what im staring at. im currently in the lounge, the staff lounge of PropNex. i've been here since 8.45am to be exact. had to set up the whole place by myself, with no help whatsoever. a few of my colleagues were here in the early morning, but when i was setting up everything, all they did was watch and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. no guys among the group. that's why they were giggling. it will be a disaster to hear guys giggling, won't it? ok, fazlee just asked me to check the blog. like whoa! what happened to it? it's a freaking disaster! haha. im kidding. it is like waaaaaaay cool! who did it? please report to HQ! report to tagboard and leave your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was telling fazlee just now on MSN, it seems like the lounge is pretty empty today cos of one rather obvious reason. JUSTIN IS NOT AROUND! IM THE ONE IN CHARGE! IS THE FOOD AND DRINKS SAFE FOR CONSUMPTION? WILL THEY DIE OF FOOD POISONING OR ANYTHING??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. anyway, the day is over! that bit up there was actually typed in the morning when i was still at the lounge. this bit here now is like at my home now. i was too busy to continue blogging just now cos i had to return to the office to do my data entry, then i had to return to the lounge to resume my work there. the moment i got there, it was busy busy busy. i think the bee would have died too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i know who changed the blog skin already. so u need not leave ur name on the tagboard. if u still wanna do so, then go ahead. haha. ok ok. i just wanna complain a little bit today. can i? can i???? i dun care! i wanna complain! i wanna complain!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this faggot of an ah-pek who ordered teh tarik from me this afternoon. he said that he din want it to be too sweet. now, usually when i make teh tarik, its like 2 teaspoons of condensed milk and like half a teaspoon of evaporated milk. so if the person doesn't want it to be so sweet, then i'd reduce everything by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put a teaspoon of condensed milk into his teh tarik. as well as the evaporated milk. gave it to mr frankenstein. he took a sip as he was abt to sit. then he made an about-turn and came back to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"this teh is very weak. no taste of the tea at all. can u make it stronger?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like thinking of plenty of things to say to that guy man...things like &lt;strong&gt;"u want me to give it vitamin pills or smth? mayb it will develop some muscles and it may be able to carry u instead of u carrying it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a faggot! make it stronger? please lah. he said nonsense like adding more tea, then after that he said add more milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if i were to add more tea...wouldn't it be more diluted? hence, wouldn't it become "weaker"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i add more milk, then become sweeter right? he dun want it to be too sweet what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stronger...stronger indeed! maybe the tea should start exercising and lift weights. it should also start eating healthy to benefit itself, enable it to cope with its ridiculous training regime. like wtf? stronger? weaker? diluted, too sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the first person to complain about my teh tarik being weak. others said it wasn't too bad for a first time. first time here meaning it was the first time i had to make everything from scratch. the so-called formula, the filtering and all. usually that justin does all that in the morning and i just take over in the afternoon when he goes for an hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this nin nau hiar...si lang ah-pek. chao cheeboot. teh too weak. make it stronger. no kick. u fucking deserve a kick in ur ass lah! nabeh! nobody asked u to drink MY teh tarik right? maybe ur taste buds already "shorted", cannot tell the difference. i dunno why other ppl can gimme like positive comments and yet ur the only faggot who says that the teh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like of cos the teh is weak! do u see muscles or anything on it? if u do, then ur probably goin blind or ur hallucinating. maybe its ur old age. maybe u should retire like today. then let ur kids send u to an old folks' home. let the nurses there take care of ur needs, ur "strong" teh tarik. while ur at it, u could pop a couple of pills into that teh of urs to make sure that its really "strong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cheebye. next time i see u, im gonna make an extra sweet one for u. instead of dumping 2 teaspoons of condensed milk, i think im gonna dump in 5-6. maybe that ought to jolt ur dying taste buds up. hope u die of diabetes in the process too! fuckbag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112261218080255958?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112261218080255958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112261218080255958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-hello-mic-test-1-2-3.html' title='Hello? Hello? Mic test, 1, 2, 3...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112262922978328101</id><published>2005-07-29T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:04:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look for DF12</title><content type='html'>hey guys... let me see... i got like another 15 mins to blog.. so this gonna be a fast one... so u guys shud already notice the NEW LOOK for our blog... *hope its ok*.. since ppl "complain" that its too dull... so yeah we decided to take "action"... hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i know faz and nash have contribute alot for the previous blog layout.. so gals... we cant depend on them ok... we must do something to contribute {this desn't incl blogging for ur info...) so i decided to take matters in my own habds.. hahaha... found this skin n it looks pretty cool... so decided to use it.. with changes to it but of coz.... oh n i hope its not too DARK... hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NEW SECTION*&lt;br /&gt;i put another link "music" for everyone's listening pleasure... now wait i cant upload all the songs here coz i dun tink i have that much songs.. so i hope u guys cud upload some songs too... oh n the songs will change evry one month.. depends on our mood... hahaha... ok im gonna go pack now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun with the new look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112262922978328101?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112262922978328101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112262922978328101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-look-for-df12.html' title='New Look for DF12'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112262114125036811</id><published>2005-07-29T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:12:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/blog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK! LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I"M SO PROUD OF SHIDAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 BIG, Soppy and TASTY kiss on your CHEEK!*&lt;br /&gt;*MUUUUUUUUUUUUAAACCKSSSSSssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112262114125036811?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112262114125036811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112262114125036811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/cool-blog.html' title='Cool blog!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112260277822313948</id><published>2005-07-29T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:22:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More more!!!! MORE!!</title><content type='html'>yeah. i know. going crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;no choice! first time can load pictures up the blog without much help!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures from my kidsREAD class. i edited them.&lt;br /&gt;they are one of the few children that attended the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adris Faris is the boy who refuses to be separated from the sister and only knows malay.&lt;br /&gt;remember? 'tau gay hair'? rings the bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is the kid who is so hyper as ever. Cute boy. just abit hyper! haha. need alot of energy to keep up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/adam11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/adam11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happened next on that fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/adam21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/adam21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup! his "baby" tooth fell out the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... what else do i have?&lt;br /&gt;*browse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/ger11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/ger11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime prettier and cuter than Sandy Chua or Bernice ok!&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/ger21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/ger21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Westmall for the Great Singapore Stories!&lt;br /&gt;yes! the same day when my Dumb Brother used my MSN and started to talk rubbish to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;you guys upload pictures too, ok?&lt;br /&gt;make the blog more lively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! yesterday was like a freaking cool day, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;I was going up the escalator when my sms tone played.&lt;br /&gt;"I like to move it, move it.. I like to move it, move it...."&lt;br /&gt;(Chong says it sounded angry even though he likes to move it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl standing behind me and she asked me to bluetooth that mp3 to her.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun freakin know who is she! haha! just look at the technology these dayS!&lt;br /&gt;my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well! its all Lee FazLee's fault! walk so fast! throw me alone!&lt;br /&gt;after we board the mrt, he didnt even talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;at least entertain me or what because i dont know what to say to ther girl 'cept feeling quite pai seh! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! we managed to find a seat at Woodlands, it think! WooHOOoooOOoo!!&lt;br /&gt;yes! did you guys realise that its week3? this is the freakin first time i get to sit down on the freakin MRT at 6+!! shit!&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway will upload more pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;gota go for a talk again.&lt;br /&gt;see ya around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112260277822313948?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112260277822313948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112260277822313948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-more-more.html' title='More more!!!! MORE!!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112254251375471657</id><published>2005-07-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:21:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all the hassle..</title><content type='html'>yes! 30! yes!&lt;br /&gt;thats provided my supervisor dont ask me to edit any further.&lt;br /&gt;yes! finally i finished 30 templates, consisting of good and bad examples!&lt;br /&gt;so relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*relax... relax...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to neopets.com just nw but no pictures cant be seen. not sure wats the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i just recall where all the stuffs are and just click on the blank space!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool! steady right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why Nad can upload pictures up to the purplepolka.&lt;br /&gt;because i remembered Nash telling me that we need to download that 'whatever-the-name-is' program right?&lt;br /&gt;our PCs in the lab cannot install any stuffs unless the lab tech logged in for us.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to just click on that button beside the spell check n try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gone trying...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/Yin%20xiu%20Yun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/Yin%20xiu%20Yun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i did it!&lt;br /&gt;hang on! let me upload another cutie picture.&lt;br /&gt;alright. it's loading pretty slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you hav seen it before on Nad's purplepolka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/catswroses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/catswroses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it amazing how the cat lays quietly for the whole phototaking?&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how they trained the kitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well! what do we have now?&lt;br /&gt;pictureS!&lt;br /&gt;we shall upload pictures next time!&lt;br /&gt;cut down on the words..&lt;br /&gt;pump up on the pictures man!&lt;br /&gt;it will make the blog more interesting..&lt;br /&gt;(Chong say our blog very plain. always words. no pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind! i will upload pictures next time!&lt;br /&gt;haha!! cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what else can i upload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*away browsing pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/kid03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/320/kid03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's brother is this?&lt;br /&gt;look hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/carlsberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/carlsberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/carlsberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4398/814/1600/carlsberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112254251375471657?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112254251375471657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112254251375471657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-all-hassle.html' title='After all the hassle..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112252825999918198</id><published>2005-07-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:01:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>i actually finished my work! haha. and im like idling abit now. ok...not abit. ALOT! happy? haha. my second post of the day. seems like this week is like &lt;strong&gt;POST AS MANY TIMES AS YOU CAN&lt;/strong&gt; week. such an irony isn't it? one day i was saying that i was the only one posting and that this blog is like becoming a "ghost blog", the next thing i know there's like a flood of posts by mainly two "creatures". make that three. cos i think i shd include myself in that grp, the grp that flooded the blog with nonsense. actually, mine is not nonsense. haha. my writings are never nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop rolling ur eyes!!! people out there will appreciate what i write if u guys don't! haha. who am i kidding man? gawd...i think im trying to console myself here. hehe. i know it doesn't seem like it, but gimme some face will ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on this freakin crowded bus this morning. i hate crowded buses. why? i just hate those people who desparately try to squeeze their asses onto an already-crowded that has no space to even move. they clog up the front. they make everyone wait. they make the bus driver pissy. they make the rest of the people in the bus pissy. they make the kid crying cry harder. they make the old grandma going to the market hot in the head. they make me go crazy. they make me wanna scream. they make me wanna do terrible things. they just deserve to get thrown out of the bus at high speed and roll on the road for a couple of kilometres due to the high speed at which u're being thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened today was that i was caught in the middle section of a single-decker bus. it was already pretty packed. at the next bus-stop, the bus stopped. people at the bus-stop rushed to the entrance of the bus. the door opens. they squeeze every inch and ounce of their body fat onto the bus. those with BO? don't even ask. i was standing next to this fat man once, and boy does he smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that all fat people smell. anyone can smell. just that THIS fat guy, this particular one standing next to me that particular day, stank. he stank so bad i think my clothes were soiled too. i wonder how the rest of the people on the bus can 'tahan' him. anyway, back to those faggots attempting to make the bus flip from the front. those asses should just jolly well wait for another bus. better still...the bus driver should have gotten up from his seat, and just drop-kick one of the so that he will fall back onto the rest behind him/her, and send everyone tumbling out of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the driver doesn't wanna do that cos he's afraid that it may affect his reputation as one of the best employees in SBS, there's an alternative solution to that problem of cos. all he has to do is scream out my name, and i'll come barging from the back, to the front and then deliver a shoulder charge at the first person who stands in my way. now take note, the first person who should stand in my way, is most probably the person right next to me. so too bad fella! wait for the next bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing about these buses... they are usually filled with school kids. haiyo. last time when i was one, i was also made to stand. but kids these days, occupy as much space as they possibly can. nabeh... once they alight to go to school, the bus has like this breeze, like fresh air just rushed in. the space is back, but only for a short period of time. like mayb 6-8 seconds. cos during that period of time, u get to see ugly singaporeans at their "best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some young dude will rush for an empty seat, blindly cutting past an old man. he will just plonk down on his seat and fall asleep within the next 2 minutes. if not then he will be blasting music on his discman or mp3 player and act like he's oblivious to the poor old man standing there and gawking at his rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are those able-bodied assholes who make sure that their seats are thoroughly warmed, by their own ass of cos. if someone were to drop dead in front of them, they'd be looking at the person for mayb 4 seconds, then they would resume whatever they were doing before. man! people these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was made to stand on the steps of the double-decker bus just a couple of days back cos the whole freaking bus was packed to the max. some stubborn fools tried to check if there were seats on the upper deck even though it was obvious there wasn't cos there were people standing on the steps. i mean, what kind of moron would do that? stand on the steps when there are seats waiting for u. stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was standing there and giving way to people forcing their way up to check for seats, i notice this old man at the foot of the steps. then i stared at this lady who looked like she was in her early thirties, sitting down on those seats near the entrance of the bus. she made eye contact with me. i continued staring at her until she broke the eye contact. made her uncomfortable i guess, with all that staring. i just wanted to see if she would give up her seat to this old dude standing right in front of her. but she refused to budge. she deserves a flag pole up her arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as someone came down from the upper deck, i pat the old man's shoulder and asked him to go up and take a seat. there was a guy standing beside me, on a higher ground of cos. he heard what i said, and he stopped moving up. it was a sign that he was indicating that he too agreed that the old man deserved the seat more than him. but somehow, the old freak said no. he alighted a short while after that, maybe that was why he didn't wanna sit. i smiled at the guy who was standing on higher ground, he proceeded upstairs to take that empty seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by some sick twist of luck, the moment he went up, like more than 10 people started to flock down the stairs. turns out those freaks were secondary school kids. from my alma mater even. Montfort. eesh. so they were the buggers who had been hogging the seats up there... i gave them as little space as possible when they were coming down the stairs. hehe. in actual fact, i was bloody tempted to trip one of them so that he will roll down the stairs, and also roll out the bus. cool way to exit right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im a nice guy. all i did was made myself bigger, so that i would occupy more space on the already narrow stair-landing. that was all. it was nothing too mean. the worst thing that could happen then was that someone would miss his footing and maybe twist his ankle and roll down the stairs, knock his head good, maybe get concussion in the process or at most lose his memory. or maybe get a blood clot in his brain and die from it. that's all. not too bad right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai...its time for me to go to the stupid lounge. i shall try to blog there if possible. i hope that there won't be much people today. otherwise i may pee in my pants. and that pee's gonna be useful in some way! hahahahahaha. ciao people! see ya in da lounge...da laa-ow-n-ch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112252825999918198?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112252825999918198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112252825999918198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it?'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112251954672793730</id><published>2005-07-28T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:59:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this my shit...</title><content type='html'>seems like everyone's bored one way or another. i checked my shit out too. cos i have like free time for the next 15mins. so this my shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112251954672793730?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112251954672793730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112251954672793730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-my-shit.html' title='this my shit...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112251586502527652</id><published>2005-07-28T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:13:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin Crazy or in other words nothing beta to do...</title><content type='html'>this isn't my fault but JEs... haha... she's the one who give all the link to this kinda site... so since got noothign beta to do.. here i am.. doin this crazy thing... &lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: December 1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday suggests that are executive ability and leadership qualities in your makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday on day 1 of any month gives a measure of will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be sensitive, but your feelings stay rather repressed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/bt/sagittarius-love.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sagittarius - Your Love Profile&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldy act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about you. Focus on your parnter's needs every once and a while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind about your parnter, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best place to meet someone online: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/singles.html"&gt;American Singles&lt;/a&gt; - tons of flirting and fun to suite your inner extrovert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Thursday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your free love profile at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112251586502527652?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112251586502527652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112251586502527652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/goin-crazy-or-in-other-words-nothing.html' title='Goin Crazy or in other words nothing beta to do...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112245784055289337</id><published>2005-07-27T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:53:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While all of you are busy with NAPFA...</title><content type='html'>This is something i decided to surf after getting bored..&lt;br /&gt;stressed out..&lt;br /&gt;ran out of ideas..&lt;br /&gt;all those other craps u can think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.And while this may not seem big, it can be.It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112245784055289337?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112245784055289337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112245784055289337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/while-all-of-you-are-busy-with-napfa.html' title='While all of you are busy with NAPFA...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112244136945341006</id><published>2005-07-27T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:16:09.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a girl cry..</title><content type='html'>If a girl cries in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;It means that she couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you take her hand,&lt;br /&gt;She would stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let her go,&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't go back to being herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl won't cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;Except in front of the person whom she loves the most,&lt;br /&gt;Only then, she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl won't cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;Only when she loves you the most.&lt;br /&gt;And for you,&lt;br /&gt;She puts down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Please hold her hands firmly.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's the one who is willing to stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give her up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Because of your decision,&lt;br /&gt;You'd ruined her life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cry right in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;When she cry because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can you see,&lt;br /&gt;Feel,&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt and pain she's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cried with pure sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;In front of you?&lt;br /&gt;And because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;Not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;Not because she wants sympathy or pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;Because crying silently is no longer possible.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, hurt n agony had become too big of a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cry her heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;And all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to look back on what you have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it,&lt;br /&gt;Because one day,&lt;br /&gt;It might be too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;It might be too late to say "&lt;strong&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112244136945341006?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112244136945341006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112244136945341006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-girl-cry.html' title='When a girl cry..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112243488576896136</id><published>2005-07-27T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:29:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>typo typo typo...</title><content type='html'>i made this horrible typo error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abt the badminton thingy, now...get this right again. i felt that it was pointless to play. maybe i was jumping to conclusions. alright....lets say I WAS. but there's a reason for it. cos last week, when i asked for the same thing, jessie cudnt make it. cos of that...faz told me that shidah dun wanna play. 2 ppl down, then shiyun most probably (&lt;em&gt;won't)&lt;/em&gt; go too right? cos the gals have all pulled out. so this time round, i was thinking the same way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading it over, just to make sure that i din say anything bad. but i think i did anyway. oh well, ppl do stupid things when they're mad. i guess its all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta do my work. maybe i'll post again later or smth. this has gotta be some shit! how many posts have we had for just today only?? hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112243488576896136?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112243488576896136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112243488576896136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/typo-typo-typo.html' title='typo typo typo...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112243398368085799</id><published>2005-07-27T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:13:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lil outburst...</title><content type='html'>great... now im seeing things... but whateva i said was when i was in a SUPER PISSED mood... but im cool now... n ok matb i saw something dat u guys din see... this is STUPID... ur right... dats why i said dat i wasn't pissed anymore... just need to let it out... but i rpeat again.. im fine now... guess there should be an apology on the way?! i dunno... but if im wrong or im seeing things.. then im SORRY... i din mean to get anyone pissed or hurt in the process of my outburst... just somethign that i need to get off my chest... so if anyone offended.. then im sincerely APOLOGIZING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shidah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112243398368085799?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112243398368085799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112243398368085799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-lil-outburst.html' title='my lil outburst...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112243261749986414</id><published>2005-07-27T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:50:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open your freakin eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a word of advice from the author of this post...the author was totally not feeling himself, and just wanted to let out his frustrations after realising that another stupid incident has occurred and therefore please do not do anything stupid. just read this post, READ! this is meant to clear things up, not start a war.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i dunno what the hell just happened here. im just here to clear things up, and to let u noe wad is actually fucking goin on! i was just told by fazlee to check the blog. OUR blog. he got the message from jessie. apparently something huge has happened. while i was waiting patiently for the blog to load, faz told me that jessie said that there was something wrong with shidah of something. something wrong with shidah? oook. what went wrong, i was wondering. must have been something big cos it's making people panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i saw the post. apparently it was something i said. typed rather. and it seems that a certain SOMEONE has got the wrong idea about what i actually said. i wanna clarify this. i wanna prove my innocence. personnally, i think that this stupid thing is, well, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since u said in ur earlier post that u aint gonna beat around the bush and just get straight to the point, then lemme do the same. just that it may seem a little bit like im beating around the bush. but i dun care. im just gonna say what i wanna say and its up to u to take it, whether u like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing's first. since when was i talking abt YOUR FORUM???????? huh? tell me!!! tell me now!!!! i cannot take this shit. u freakin read the bloody post and tell me wer in the world did i use the word "forum"! go n do it!! if u saw the word in my post, then i think ur hallucinating. if i were to talk abt YOUR FORUM, i'd be more direct, i'd be more specific! u shd noe my style. if i dun like anything, i'd just say it. whether i drop a hint or just tell it straight in the face to that person, it all depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I DID NOT SAY ANYTHING REGARDING THE BLOODY FORUM THAT UR MANAGING!!! OK????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y wud i say something abt that forum when im part of it? can u like use ur common-sense for once? i dun even noe if u were really thinking straight at that point of time. it seems to me that ur angry, n u just wanted to vent ur anger. n i happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong bloody freakin time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets quote something from my post. i think this paragraph made u go insane. am i right to say that? here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going crazy here... i think shidah has a new member in her club. noo way!! that is like one of the most suckiest clubs. only losers are there. now you know why she's the only person in the club? wahahahaha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this right...i was talking abt a CLUB here. u mean CLUB means FORUM? helloooooooooo.. in what way is this so-called CLUB a FORUM? like since when did clubs become forums? so am i right to say that Zouk is also a forum? maybe China Black too? n losers are in forums? cos forums are clubs? and clubs are forums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all those club activities back in secondary school also consists of losers, cos those clubs mean forums. therefore members are considered losers! is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, dun get offended. i was being sarcastic. for ur own gd, for mine too. this shd clear things up, provided ur head aint filled with hatred and anger. just let everything go and read this post like ur an outsider reading abt some conflict goin on between 2 strangers u do not know. try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point here is, i wasnt talking abt the damn forum. yeah...i've said it a few times already. this so-called club im talking abt, is the club that we somehow created whenever u went crazy. talking to urself...be it on the phone or just by urself in public, ur split personalities, all that shit. yes...! its THAT CLUB. the mad people club. i was saying that that club has a new member. me! cos i was goin crazy yst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the damn paragraph properly and then hopefully u will understand. what i said abt the losers part was plainly making fun of u. cos initially, u were the only one in the "club", cos u were the only certified psycho who talks on the phone, to herself. so i just said that cos ur the only one in the club, therefore, LOSER! thats it! all in the name of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a backstabber?? well, guess what! the one who was supposedly doin the backstabbing, was u all this while! whatever im writing here, can be considered front-stabbing (if there's such a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, u were disappointed in me??? well, sorry to disappoint u sis. i disappoint ppl all the time. this aint the first time. i dun fucking care. disappoint my ass. how the hell am i supposed to disappoint u for something i never did??? my freakin gawd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt the badminton thingy, now...get this right again. i felt that it was pointless to play. maybe i was jumping to conclusions. alright....lets say I WAS. but there's a reason for it. cos last week, when i asked for the same thing, jessie cudnt make it. cos of that...faz told me that shidah dun wanna play. 2 ppl down, then shiyun most probably go too right? cos the gals have all pulled out. so this time round, i was thinking the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie pulls out, shidah? wad abt u? i did ask u just now...but then it seems that u were too pre-occupied with urself to even bother to reply. this is what makes me feel that we can never get things going. no one bothers to give an affirmative answer. now u ask urself this. if i were to ask u to play badminton on sunday, can u give me a confirmed answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur answers most of the time are always, erm....not sure. i confirm with u another day can? then u never confirm with me. u never take the initiative to even tell me anything. i always have to msg u and ask if u can make it. becos of this, i decided to call the thing off. another reason is cos i remembered that u told me that u may not make it on sundays. thats y i decided not to pursue it. bloody hell.....cos of that, i got sarcastic remarks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if whatever u've posted is abt me or not. everything u just posted, according to me, is gonna be abt me, regardless of whether it is or not. i shall take offence to everything. thats the only way i can thoroughly type all these, and get everything off my chest. otherwise i wudnt have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if u can say that u posted wad u posted in a fit of anger...then so can i. i've already put a disclaimer at the top to say that. so this is just my side, my thoughts, my feelings. u wanna get offended, go ahead. no one's stopping u. im just trying to clear my name of some stupid shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112243261749986414?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112243261749986414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112243261749986414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/open-your-freakin-eyes.html' title='open your freakin eyes....'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112242799602349831</id><published>2005-07-27T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:33:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi Jap name...</title><content type='html'>jes no wonder i cant find my post... we blog at the same time AGAIN.... hahha... im like 1 min later... this is cool but freaky... haha.. jes r u really bored that u find for us our japanese name... haha... but its kinda cool... i like mine... Yamashita Kumiko (this is with my dad's name in the back) but w/o it it'll be Yamashita Riko... haha.... cool lah... eh forgot to tell you guys... i got an English name... i just told Faz yesterday... haha... nothing beta to do mah... so aniwae it is... no its not ShiD... Faz.... its ASH.... haha... stupid name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae to my earlier outburst... when i was posting at the time i was REALLY PISSED.... so dun take it too prsonally... i just wanna let it out... see now im fine... haha... kk i gtg back to work! Faz... jes.. cya later at lunch... the rest.. have fun doing watever you r doin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out..&lt;br /&gt;ASH aka Yamashita Kumiko... haha...&lt;br /&gt;or beta knwn as Shidah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112242799602349831?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112242799602349831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112242799602349831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/moi-jap-name.html' title='Moi Jap name...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112242680390134641</id><published>2005-07-27T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:13:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you know someone...</title><content type='html'>i dun usually blog in this freaking early morning... but i read something that kinda make me upset... im not gonna like beat around the bush... the piece of shit that i read it the one recently blog by Nash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you... Wat the FUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when you noe someone then stabbed you from the back... im not saying that ur a backstabber... wat you say abt my forum (note its a forum not CLUB!) i noe it sucks and i dun deny it... but isn't it my problem if it sucks or coz im the one hosting it... wats wrong wit you... u noe actually i dun give a FUCK abt wat u tink... juz wanna say that it really UPSET me.. so if u see me n i ignore it... pls dun take it personally coz it IS!! wth hell nash.. to think that ur my fren... but instd of giving me support... you do this... all this ntime i shut up doesn't mean im blind or couldn't give a FUCK abt wat u tink... i dunno if ur feeling piss when posting it but i dun tink so...  im totally DISSAPOINTED in you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes... i kinda get the feeling like it's because of u that they decided not to continue this SUNDAY badminton... wth rite... just because ur busy doen't mean the rest are rite... n i noe abt this badminton thing from u yest i tink... now all i noe is they cancel it... u noe wat... DUN ASK ME ABT PLAYING BADMINTON AGAIN... im sick n tired of this... always nv happen... im trying to be selfish... jess u shud know wat i mean rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shidah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112242680390134641?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112242680390134641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112242680390134641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-when-you-know-someone.html' title='Just when you know someone...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112242681715486109</id><published>2005-07-27T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:16:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a japanese name..! :) that sounds like some hantu...</title><content type='html'>yup! i have a jap name like mentioned in the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here let me paste it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua Mei Xiu =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;中村 Nakamura (center of the village) 久美子 Kumiko (eternal beautiful child)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. dont bother about the advertisement part.&lt;br /&gt;no choice.&lt;br /&gt;let's generate everyone's japanese names for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys. really stressed out in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is shiyun's name translated to Jap.&lt;br /&gt;Gan Shiyun =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;長谷川 Hasegawa (long valley river) 七帆 Nanaho (seventh sail)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Tien Te =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;秋本 Akimoto (autumn book) 拓海 Takumi (open sea)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! you have the same name as the lead actor in Initial D - Takumi..&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Faz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazlee =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;原 Hara (wilderness) 大輝 Taiki (large radiance)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashidah =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;山下 Yamashita (under the mountain) 莉子 Riko (jasmine child)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/969/"&gt;Take your real japanese name generator! today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Rum&lt;/a&gt; and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Name&lt;/a&gt; Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool yeah?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. my japanese really sounds like some Japanese hantu.&lt;br /&gt;i think Nash's name sounds pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112242681715486109?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112242681715486109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112242681715486109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-japanese-name-that-sounds-like.html' title='i have a japanese name..! :) that sounds like some hantu...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112237132051881580</id><published>2005-07-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:48:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Afternoon.. People..</title><content type='html'>yes! before i forgot to identify myself. i'm jes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. suprisingly is a very stressful day for me.&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;got pissed this morning when i had to re-draw the lines for one of my picture over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really stressed out today. not sure why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton? you guys can go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;have shiyun too.&lt;br /&gt;u all can't possibly wait for me to be free.&lt;br /&gt;just go ahead with your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont give me craps like shiyun will complain this and that.&lt;br /&gt;ASK her.&lt;br /&gt;don't ASSUME.&lt;br /&gt;you'll make an ASS out of U and Me.&lt;br /&gt;yes. haha. learnt it from Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. speaking of that, you guys should really ask shiyun out because we did not ask her to MagicWok the other time, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw this blog of some chinese fatass who thinks she's very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;not very sure if she wrote everything herself or her enemies did it to her.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the url is &lt;a href="http://sisterfurongjiejie.blogspot.com"&gt;http://sisterfurongjiejie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;there you go! go read!&lt;br /&gt;actually i can't read because the moment i saw the pictures in it, i feel like vomitting my lunch, last night's dinner, yesterday's breakfast out.&lt;br /&gt;*saint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon! let's be fair this time. I'm not being "country-ists" ok!&lt;br /&gt;just check out her posts. i mean those posts on her 'dreaded-pieces-0f-shit' blog.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i wanted to leave a tag but require some login so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just express my thoughts here?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. don't shake your head. just read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To Sister FuRong Jie Jie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Yeah! Sure you are beautiful, if you're compared with some 80 year old lady! MAN! you're BEAUTIFUL! please look at yourself in the mirror! do you see a fat pig? yes! don't freak! it's your reflection! why don't you just go back to your homeland? you can grow your wheat or potatoes that floods the freaking piece of land. i don't care! get lost! you people frm OVER THERE think as if Singapore is some piece of shit for you to look down on? Look at You! If you're so capable, what the heck are you doing here? maybe you will get rich by planting potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You very much. Send my two cents worth of regards to all your country-mates OVER THERE! bye!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! thats what i wanted to tag.&lt;br /&gt;man. i don't about you guys but i get really pissed when people from OVER THERE talk about singapore or singaporean as if they are some big fuck who knows alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i havent met anyone from OVER THERE who is humble, modest or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;all i see is just the ugly side. Loud mouthed (here Nash, i mean speaking as if the whole train wants to know what are their next plan. i'm not kidding, they do it all the time.), arrogant (look down on singapore or the citizens), act smart (yes! they do it all the time!) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you want me to change my perspective of them when they themselves don't do any changes to themselves first? i know. my dad used to tell me that before i ask other people to change i should look at myself first. but just look at them!! how disgusting can they get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screamsss...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112237132051881580?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112237132051881580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112237132051881580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-afternoon-people.html' title='Good Afternoon.. People..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112236110342777529</id><published>2005-07-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:58:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and forth</title><content type='html'>right! i just got back from lunch. the arcade to be more specific. i had a quick lunch and made a dash to the arcade. sadly... someone was faster than me today. some faggot was already at the drums machine. he's now limping home with one leg less and a few missing fingers. that's what you get for depriving nash of his much-needed fun. so i ended up playing bomberman instead. and i killed myself like halfway into the game on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a waste of money. but i was running out of time to complete the whole freaking game on one credit! i had to get back to the office. so i had no choice. rather than let some nice kid take over the game, i committed suicide right in front of him and walked away as the bomb was ticking. wooo! i am sooooo evil. and i like it.... wahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man... i'm currently in the office, blogging at the same time as i'm working. stop rubbing your eyes. you are not seeing things. I AM WORKING! IT IS THE TRUTH. well, semi-truth actually. if i was really working right now, i wouldn't be typing these nonsense right? hahaha. aiyah... i'm just slowly counting down my time to go, to the lounge that is. once i'm there, i will continue blogging. so this bit here is all done in the office currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i just blogged like right under the nose of the CEO! HE WAS FREAKING BEHIND ME TALKING AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE IT UNTIL I TURNED AROUND AND MADE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM!!!! SOMEBODY KILL ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't the first time this has happened actually. i'm just wondering why he doesn't say anything. maybe whatever he wants to say, will be done when i'm supposed to get my appraisal form or something. gawd... another thing, i have not booked my medical check-up date for my NS yet. i am so screwed. procrastinating everything as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ain't gonna be playing badminton this sunday. AGAIN. another rotting session on weekends. i told faz that my new racket hasn't been touched at all. it is just sitting there collecting dust. unless i have other uses for it, like using it to swat irritating flying insects in the middle of the night. or maybe like what faz suggested, use it as a broom. i don't see how that is possible, but if the emperor says so, then the emperor says so. it don't matter if it is crap or bullshit. it comes from the emperor. and anything AND everything that comes from that emperor IS not worthy of our ears. wahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i hurt your feelings faz. nah, actually... i'm not sorry. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo! andrew just gave me some chewing gum. "This is good stuff." coming from the man himself. andrew! it better not be some drug or anything. the way he says it, it's like he's peddling some drugs or something. joseph went for a late lunch i think. he's not back yet. and i gotta report at the lounge at 3pm! maybe i should just heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooo. i can't do that. i kinda pity the fella in charge of the lounge. nice chap you know. justin. not timberlake ah! i do not know his last name. but this guy is a nice fella. don't wanna like do anything to like disappoint him or anything. but i'm evil! since when did i become so nice? nooo! those damn voices in my head! fuck off!!!! you shouldn't have used that word nash. you want us to fuck off? well, fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy here... i think shidah has a new member in her club. noo way!! that is like one of the most suckiest clubs. only losers are there. now you know why she's the only person in the club? wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i need to do some work. otherwise i'd be behind time again. i shall continue blogging in the lounge, if i have the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112236110342777529?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112236110342777529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112236110342777529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-and-forth.html' title='Back and forth'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112226853120384456</id><published>2005-07-25T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:30:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Nash is up to in the lounge</title><content type='html'>oook. special request. i shall not be typing "formally", if i can say that the style of my previous few posts are actually "formal". i'm just tired of having to enable the caps lock for every alphabet that requires to be in caps. yes. don't ask me why. i know that the shift key is capable of doing so. but this is what happens when the shift key doesn't work the way it's supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, about that special request. it's not actually a request. i'm just gonna post whatever i'm planning to post so that SOME people will have a clearer picture of what i actually do in that lounge of mine. that lounge is only mine for like a little over an hour. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. let's get down to business. to my dearest adopted "adek" from NYP...who goes by the name of Jessie, this is for your reading pleasure. hope you will have a better idea of what i actually do in that dreaded lounge. for the rest of you, it's still for your reading pleasure, but it doesn't go out specially for you. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. i'll be fair. later people who got nothing better to do say i practise favouritism. this is for everyone, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you all start to whine and say that Nash is gonna tell another grandmother story, let me tell you that i'm gonna start now. yes, now! not later, but now. now as in now-now. not the in awhile-now. not later-now. it's now-now. haha. ok ok. i'll stop. and start.&lt;br /&gt;(let go of whatever you're holding. bashing me up cos i'm an ass won't solve your problems. stop rolling your eyes at me! yeah, start laughing. laughing's better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. what do i do in the lounge? you guys know what a lounge is by the way right? this staff lounge here, is of cos for the staff. it's a place for them to relax, chill out, eat a little bit, drink some coffee or tea or soft drinks or mineral water. maybe even sleep, though i haven't exactly seen anyone sleeping in the lounge yet. maybe cos my eyes were closed and i was snoring away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is also for property agents to meet with their clients or something. or just do the stuff that i mentioned in the above paragraph. anyways, my job is actually pretty simple. or complicated. depends on how you see it. i just think it is a waste of my bloody time. i mean, can you picture me serving customers? making coffee or tea? getting food for them? giving their change with this bloody fake smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what actually happens when i serve a customer, this is just an example...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nash - yes, that's $3.90 sir. (with that ever so fake smile)&lt;br /&gt;customer - here, $10.&lt;br /&gt;nash - ok, here's your change. thank you! (still with that bloody fake smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now this is what happens behind the scenes. behind those smiles...those in quotes are my actual thoughts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nash - yes, that's $3.90 sir. (with a smile)&lt;br /&gt;"bloody hell, already say self-service but still ask me to put milk for him. nabeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;customer - here, $10.&lt;br /&gt;"wah lau. no small change meh?! basket. i'll give you plenty of coins since you gave me 10 bucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nash - ok, here's your change. thank you! (still with the irritating smile)&lt;br /&gt;"i hope you'll enjoy that special cup of coffee i made you. cos i sneezed my mucus into it. you wanted milk right? i gave you something milky alright...hmm, there's more in the back of my throat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't panic, people. i did not do anything i just mentioned above. so fret not. i am not that evil. i'm just, well, me!! and being me is as good as being evil. but take note, i am not evil. am i confusing you? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, jessie asked me if they have a coffee machine there, cos she's wondering why i gotta make coffee and tea for people. well, there is a machine of course. and someone has to operate that machine, so hence... you know what's next. but what i make is just plain coffee. no milk, no sugar in it. plain normal coffee. and it comes from the machine. not 3-in-1 coffee powder. the tea, i just gotta add hot water to that bloody satchet in a cup. that's all. sugar, spice and everything nice, is self-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"teh tarik", the special drink. that bloody drink. nin nabeh. i so damn bloody hate doing that. it always stains my t-shirts! damn bloody stupid drink. wanna pull the tea, go pull yourselves lah! so many people what. just grab that cup of tea and start pulling with one another. see who's the unlucky bastard who'll get hot tea all over his hands. that's all! "teh tarik"...tch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, drinks. soft drinks. cold drinks. whatever drinks in the refridgerator there. that one not so bad. just open the fridge door and get the damn can drinks or bottles of juices or mineral water. but!! if you guys are thinking that maybe nash thinks that this part is still ok, then you're slightly wrong. yes, i find it ok. what i don't find ok is people changing their minds like they pee in their pants every 6 seconds and need to change their underwear. i just can't freaking wait to release that killer in my hands. that killer, the can drinks. yeah! release it into their faces at speeds reaching 140km/h. i know i can't throw that hard, but yeah... this is what i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the food. that is really not so bad. i just don't like those people who keep insisting that i get some for them when it is clearly stated right in front of the eyes that it is self-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you get me a cookie and a brownie?", "can i have a slice of pizza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS FREAKING SELF-SERVICE! ARE YOU BLIND? HUH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i can get it for you. but will i GIVE it to you? no...! i will purposely put it at the edge of the counter in such a way that whoever gets a slight touch, will make the thing fall down to the ground and spill the contents all over the floor. i am sooooooo evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the keeping of the lounge area clean. there's a sign which states that rubbish should be cleared and thrown into the dustbin and not be left around. yet people still leave their shit around. you know what these people deserve? a bullet to their temple. make that 300 bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time i should just pick up their rubbish and throw it at their backs when they start to turn and walk out. and i'll start to get bashed up for that. then get some compensation for medical bills and the bashing. then sue, and claim more money. but i gotta waste some money on some lawyer. so maybe i should forget about hiring the lawyer and just fight my own case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i'm daydreaming. man, the website's so slow that i can actually blog at the same time! but i'm like blogging in bits and pieces. i don't have to work at the lounge today. i think i may not have to work at the lounge every monday. thanks to joseph, my wonderful manager who provided me with this shitty laptop. oh well, nothing's perfect in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm missing any detail out about the lounge. anyway, i've been typing too much, and i know that for sure. cos the bloody thing is lagging like hell now. it's like after i finish typing one bloody sentence, then the letters start to slowly appear by itself on the screen. that is how freaking lagged this bloody machine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright. i got work to do. i shall stop here for today. will blog when i have the time. IF i have the time. i hate the shift keys here. they don't work. i gotta use the caps lock for any capital letters i want. stupid laptop. urgh. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112226853120384456?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112226853120384456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112226853120384456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-nash-is-up-to-in-lounge.html' title='What Nash is up to in the lounge'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112209474526398612</id><published>2005-07-23T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T12:59:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Saturdays</title><content type='html'>I have just completed whatever work that they said was lagging behind! Cheer for me, come on! Grow up, Nash. Just shut up and die would you? Sorry to burst your bubble, my alter-ego, but I'm not gonna die just yet! It's a freaking Saturday! I have a mission today! I'm gonna hunt me a new phone! Nokia 6230i. Yes! I want that phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been comparing it to 3230, and 7610 too. Somehow it came out tops one way or another. So the final decision was made yesterday evening after Smallville. Today shall be the day I'll get it! If you guys could see me now, you'd see this determined look on my face. Not forgetting the look of sleepiness, and boredom. Then you'd hear a deep, rumbling sound. And it's coming from... Gasp! Nash's tummy! Yeah, I'm hungry. So what? I think the phone is more important. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding lah. I shall go get a proper meal once I knock off from work. Which is like 5-10 minutes more? I'm just blogging because I finished my work early and I have nothing else to do as of now. Man, boring. I was thinking of asking Joseph if I could leave early, like just a couple of minutes earlier since I already have nothing to do for today. But I figured that since I'm blogging, it's gonna take up some time right? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i, 6230i!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I know I'm going nuts. I can't help it! I get excited whenever I'm getting something that I've been targetting for some time. Eh... Ok. It's not exactly true lah. I just get excited when I get something that I want. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... It's time to leave! Goodbye and good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112209474526398612?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112209474526398612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112209474526398612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/working-on-saturdays.html' title='Working on Saturdays'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112201950654749699</id><published>2005-07-22T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:05:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging blogger</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I'm at the lounge now! My manager, Joseph, came by and said that if I was bored or anything, I can use the MSN Messenger here. When I heard that, I was like "There's MSN here?". It got me all excited naturally. Boring lounge here, spice my life up by telling me that I can use MSN here. I never thought of that before. Never! Not even once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all hell's gonna break loose. I shall blog to my heart's content when I'm here. Woohoo!! The lounge ain't so bad afterall. Haha. Damn, people are flocking in as I am typing this. Alright. Hang on bitch! I'm blogging here! Of course this is more important than your stupid cup of coffee! Why don't you do me a favour, and yourself too. Make that damn coffee yourself! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really don't understand what it means by self-service. This bitch of a lady told me to make coffee but not too sweet. They are actually supposed to put the sugar and milk themselves. What I'm giving is actually just plain coffee. How sweet they want it to be, they got to do it themselves. I just make 'kopi-o'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, where is this Justin? He's the boss of this lounge. I have to supposedly relieve him when it's his time for lunch. And according to Joseph, this Justin likes to go for rather long breaks. Wait a second. Was it Joseph who said that or was it Kak Yati? I'm confused now. Haha. It's ok. The bottomline is that Justin never comes back on time. It's 4pm now. He's supposed to be back now. But where is he? I don't see him anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some old man owes me $3.90. He better pay and not think of running away, otherwise I'll make sure one of his legs become crippled. See how he's gonna run that way. Ok. He's back. I shall blog in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112201950654749699?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112201950654749699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112201950654749699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/lounging-blogger.html' title='Lounging blogger'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112193841296938883</id><published>2005-07-21T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:33:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of the coffee boy and his wonderful tea-pulling skills</title><content type='html'>I got tea stains all over my WHITE t-shirt! Yes!! WHITE! Wondering why I'm dressed in white and making coffee? Don't ask. I was told that I may not need to work at the lounge for the next few days as I'm needed to rush out the database entry. We're lagging behind by two days. But noooooooo. Off to the lounge you shall go! A happy coffee-making session you shall get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving customers. I can never do that. Do not expect me to give a smile and serve people. All they will get is a tray in the face. Maybe some hot water thrown all over them. Nah, a punch still works wonders when you use it at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a guinea pig today. For those of you narrow-minded people who thought I underwent a transformation of some kind, from human to animal, I'm so terribly sorry to shatter your miserable dreams. When I say I am a guinea pig, I meant I was made to test something. Yes, Shiyun. I did not become that furry animal which you call a guinea pig. I am still me. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with the guinea pig thingy? Well, I was made to eat this sandwich and give comments. At first I thought they wanted an article on this and I was like, I don't think I'm up to the task of actually writing that article. Thankfully, they just wanted comments in point form. They got their comments all right. Straight from the heart. The truth, nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good lah. Don't worry. I am so evil and conniving as to destroy one's mood for that moment and make him break down and give up cooking or making sandwiches. Just that the bread was too hard. Hard here meaning 'I-almost-cracked-my-teeth' kinda hard. I had to literally shove the whole bit in my mouth, right to the back where my molars were, and then chomp down and yank it out of my mouth with my teeth still biting the sandwich! That was how hard it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the whole thing sounded like I was biting through five cookies! The same cracking sound too! Thank god the ingredients in the damn sandwich was nice. Otherwise I'd be throwing the thing around and trying to catch it as it bounces back to me. Boing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaxue's blog was hacked into, so was her gmail account and some other stuff I think. Poor girl. All that hard work, all the writings, everything she put into her blog, all gone with a single click. Man. I kinda know how she's feeling. It's a feeling worse than shit. You'd be thinking of the person who did it, how badly you wanna hunt that bugger down. All the things you could do to the bugger. Violent and abusive thoughts would be in my head of course. I wonder what would xiaxue be thinking about though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching so badly. All thanks to that wonderful event PropNex held yesterday. All that carrying of stuff has taken its toll on poor Nash. Sad right? "Kesian" right? No one cares lah, Nash. Stop making yourself out to be so pitiful can? You really suck at it you know. Ha ha ha. And ha. Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic day at the lounge today. Plenty of idiots ordering from me. Some either did not understand what it means by "Self-service" or they just went blind for that mere few minutes. Some did not understand what I meant by "Can you hold on for a minute and let me take his/her order first?". I mean, come on! You don't have to keep rambling your orders at me! Chill for a sec will ya? One customer at a time! Not the whole bunch of you all at the same time! Why don't we swop places for three minutes and you'll see what I'm going through, jackass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not know if I have to work on saturdays. Most likely yes, but there's a small chance that I may not have to. So naturally I'm praying that I don't have to. Even though it's just a small teeny-weeny chance, I will make that chance work for me. But then again, things don't always go your way when you really want it to. Maybe I should pretend that I do not want this so badly and it might come true! Fat hope Nash! Go back to dreamland you freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a property agent within the range of our department! And he's not leaving! Ok, he just left. Nope! He came back. Yeah yeah... Move away already! Yes!! Like finally! Shoo off! Gone with the wind. Yee-har! I guess it's back to work for me. Still got that database thingy to rush out. I hope they don't throw any more multimedia stuff at me. I kinda forgot how to do most of the stuff we used to do back in WSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Time to pretend! Ha... Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112193841296938883?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112193841296938883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112193841296938883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/return-of-coffee-boy-and-his-wonderful.html' title='The return of the coffee boy and his wonderful tea-pulling skills'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112185011571608899</id><published>2005-07-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:01:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amid aching arms and growling tummies</title><content type='html'>I shall not do much "talking" today. My arms are aching pretty badly. Don't even ask why. I was a coolie, a security and bodyguard. Not forgetting a delivery boy at lunch. Then I was a mover after lunch. I cannot raise my arms now. How am I supposed to pick my nose now? I can't even scratch my head! I even had a lot of trouble washing my face just now in the toilet. How bad can it actually get? I'm not sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna be paralysed tomorrow. Ha ha. What a workout for just one day. A day when the president dropped by as a Guest-of-Honour for some award ceremony. By the way, I only managed to get a glimpse of "da man" himself. The whole place was already packed to the bone, and me being so small, had to tip-toe to just get a slight glimpse of him. Not forgetting his wife too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost interest after standing on my toes for like less than a minute. The actual reason of me leaving the auditorium was because standing on my toes hurt. Anyway, to my mum at home, I failed to shake the president's hand. And he did not wiggle his head or do anything weird or look stupid. Please take note, I am not making fun of our president. On my mum's behalf, she is also not making fun of the president. To those who read this post, you did not actually read anything. Go kill yourselves. Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I have to do my work now. Rushing out all the data entry. The website is already freaking slow, added to the auto minimising windows on this laptop, I'm feeling extra frustrated. I just overheard someone saying that we can leave early today. BUT! Those that came at 7am. I came at 8am because I was told to report at that time. Little did I know that there was a last minute change to report at 7am. So I was kinda left out. Now I'm wondering if I can leave too. Guess not, 'cause I'm still blogging! Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112185011571608899?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112185011571608899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112185011571608899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/amid-aching-arms-and-growling-tummies.html' title='Amid aching arms and growling tummies'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112173808514322652</id><published>2005-07-19T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:54:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, tomorrow</title><content type='html'>President Nathan's paying PropNex a visit tomorrow. Our very own Emperor Lee is going to get a visit too. Two big-shots. One real, one fake. Who's real and who's fake, that I'll leave to you guys to guess and decide. It's pretty obvious if you're Singaporean. If you're Singaporean and you say that the latter is real, then I think you should migrate and never come back here again. Now that's a big clue already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came in early in the morning, my ears had to work already. Someone complained to me about the company and all. She's new, like me. Just that she is meant to be working here permanently. She said that she is not getting what they promised her. So it might be her last day today. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in the office, the CEO made everyone gather round and asked for those whose names were called to go to the boardroom for a meeting and some rehearsal for tomorrow. The President is coming, so everyone is extra jumpy. I got to dress formally tomorrow, just for the sake of a good impression. Man, I so want to turn up wearing just my home clothes and slippers. That's what I call comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'd love to continue blogging but this laptop of mine is really lagging and I have work to do. So I'm gonna stop here. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112173808514322652?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112173808514322652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112173808514322652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/tomorrow-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, tomorrow'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112169038466809823</id><published>2005-07-18T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:39:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap your hands for</title><content type='html'>The new coffee-boy in the house! Yes. That's me. Check out my smile! Ain't it so fake? Ha ha... I am so enjoying my time at the lounge, taking orders, making coffee, collecting money, giving change, making milo. Sometimes 'teh-tarik'. One of these days I'm gonna scald my hand so bad when I'm literally pulling tea, that it may actually develop into a stroke. Nah, I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want a side of my own body to be like paralysed for a period of time? Why would I want that? I have every reason to want that now! Look at me when I'm managing the lounge! I think I'm better off doing C++ Programming for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna need a hell of a time to adjust myself to this new environment. So far, everything's cool. The guys in my department are cool, the ladies too. One or two cute ones. I believe they're already taken. I did not come here to find love, trust me on this. But if they were to throw themselves all over me, what more can I say? Let my hands do the talking, hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That was unnecessary. I think I just tarnished the image of myself, and a few girls too. I didn't mean for it to happen. I never meant for anything to happen. Once again, I'm telling you to trust me. I am not that sort of guy. Why is my eyebrow twitching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor asked me how was my first day just before I left. I had this weird look on my face which actually spells out "I-hate-the-lounge-job". That is if my face had words written all over that enabled her to spell that message out. So I had to tell her what I thought of the lounge. Don't worry. I'm gonna maintain my squeaky-clean image here. No vularities whatsoever. I just told her that the lounge was hell. For a first day, it was totally wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, screw the lounge. I got something interesting. I was actually told by this lady charleen that they all thought I was some new IT specialist that the company hired. Little did they expect that I was just a mere intern. I guess the look deceived them. HA HA! I actually had to give a little introduction speech. It was forced. The CEO made me do it. And I think I made a fool out of myself. But who cares. They don't want to know the real me. PropNex would probably fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also an NYP graduate there. I forgot his name. He's pretty cool. Just that we don't really understand one another yet. His definition of noise and my definition of noise definately ain't the same. Noise to him is techno and dance, trance. All those horrible genres that actually destroy good music. Yes. I said HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of noise is simply Green Day, Blink 182, Limp Bizkit, Sum41, not forgetting Linkin Park. As long as there's screaming, or whether the music is drowning out the lead singer's voice, I'm in love with it. Punk rock is good for your ears. Sorry... MY ears. So this is something that we gotta work on if we're gonna remain in the same department as NORMAL people. Otherwise he might lose his sight or maybe a limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Property agents are a huge pain in the ass. There's just this particular one who keeps walking into our department. And because I'm doing something confidential (HA! Thought I was gonna say it here? You thought wrong guys!!), I'm actually not meant to like show anything to anyone, in particular, PROPERTY AGENTS. And this particular AGENT, according to Joseph (my IT manager or something like that), that guy is like some big-shot... Like the best, so he's like allowed to go wherever he wants, so he kept coming into our department as I've mentioned just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, I'm not supposed to show AGENTS what I'm doing 'cause it's confidential. So everytime that bugger comes in, Joseph will nudge me, and I gotta scramble to close the windows. But I learn fast. Instead of closing the windows, why not open another one to block everything? Smart right. So I had Windows Messenger and our blog in the background as backups to cover everything up. To that bugger who constantly barges in, it will seem like I'm reading a blog, or I'm just chatting online. I know it's not a good impression, but Joseph said it was ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he knows that what I'm doing is boring. So he pretty much lets me do it at my own pace. Plus it's only the first day. What will they do to me? They've already gave me a taste of having too many people's orders in your head at the same time, and constantly making me hide the confidential stuff from the bugger. So I think it's enough for the day. Man... How am I gonna survive for another eleven weeks? I just got out of a hell hole, only to fall into another similar but not so "teruk" one. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112169038466809823?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112169038466809823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112169038466809823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/clap-your-hands-for.html' title='Clap your hands for'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112167880139668767</id><published>2005-07-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:26:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken fridge... or howeva "Chong" calls it..</title><content type='html'>this 2 words..&lt;br /&gt;my god~ hw can Nad tink of such words to describe the freaking lab?&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. pretty funny though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chanting in the background*&lt;br /&gt;'Chicken fridge... cold turkey room!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! it shall officially b called 'Chicken Fridge' frm now on...&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohoo...!&lt;br /&gt;1st week jus zoomed past..&lt;br /&gt;*snapped my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;was pretty fast yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i still hav to produce my 30 pictures.. edited! mind u! by fri..&lt;br /&gt;yes... but i'm like duno wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;hwcan i change the pic so tt it doesnt look ly the original n oso statified the 5 principles of Design?&lt;br /&gt;my god! the headache is killing me... serious.. *brain tumour*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zu aint here 2dae.. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;time was ly crawling by... but after Faz, Nad n me started gossiping abt ppl..&lt;br /&gt;time jus whizzed past..! very fast...!&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're very much lucky to have most of us in here.. or nearby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can reli understand the loneliness felt by my 2 fellow kerusi... during their FYP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now is *time check*... 5.24pm..&lt;br /&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;ly i said, its pretty fast 2dae..&lt;br /&gt;its as if i jus stepped into the lab... i mean chicken fridge dis morning..&lt;br /&gt;n now, i'm all prepared.. all more den delighted to get my ass out of here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bring my sweatshirt tml..&lt;br /&gt;man! tts the only thing tt keps me warm at nite...&lt;br /&gt;oh shit!!!!!! i cant!!!!!!!! i need it at nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! ok.. will tink of sumth... its a must! its freezing in here.. well.. nt as serious as M1, still its freakin cold.. no kidding man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos guys...&lt;br /&gt;jes~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112167880139668767?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112167880139668767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112167880139668767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/chicken-fridge-or-howeva-chong-calls.html' title='chicken fridge... or howeva &quot;Chong&quot; calls it..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112161100491562852</id><published>2005-07-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:36:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for a week</title><content type='html'>If I remember correctly, the last time I actually posted was exactly a week ago from now. I don't have to remember anything actually because I just checked, and yes! It's true. I've been out of action for a week! No wonder it has become so quiet in here. Why isn't anyone else blogging? What happened to everyone? Are the labs so cold that they totally numb ur fingers? That can't be true, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance, Fazlee would probably force his fingers to move so that he could masturbate! No offence here, Faz. I'm just trying to be funny. I don't think it's working though, 'cause I don't hear anyone laughing. Rather, I'm hearing gasps of shock and probably people shaking their heads in disbelief over what was just mentioned above. One or two clicking their tongues to make that "tsk-tsk" noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Reality check. The first day of attachment tomorrow, the second week of project too. That's for me and for you guys respectively. Let's add a "and Shiyun" after the "for me", just in case you people think that I'm purposely leaving her out of the fun time and again. Excited, nervous, sleepy, bored. That's about how I'm feeling right now. Not forgetting confused, agitated and kinda pissy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need cash! I sold my beloved phone that I vowed never to sell no matter what. People lie all the time, people change all the time too. I'm not saying that I lied, or never lied before. But I lied. So I sold my phone. What's the big deal here? The big deal is that I said I wouldn't sell it at all. Now remember the time when we all told ourselves that we would never tell another lie to our parents, and yet time and again, it somehow always does happen. It's like we cannot stop ourselves. It's like a must to lie. Well, maybe not a must. But still, we lied. That is what happened to me. I was kidding myself when I said I wouldn't sell the phone. And I sure as hell got everyone too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not everyone. You see, to some people, I'm like a person who frequently changes his phone. "Oh! So you sold your phone and got a new one! No surprises here.". That is probably what I'd get from a minority of you people. I'm probably not the only friend who changes his or her phone frequently. Mind you, I've known people who change their phones like they owned some phone company and everytime a new phone is launched, they get to be the first to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand what I just said, a simpler version would be that they changed their phones everytime something new comes out on the market and catches their eye. Yes. These people exist. I may be one of them. Everytime I see some cool phone ad on the TV, I'd be secretly making plans to get me one of it. Fantasizing about the phone even before I get my hands on it. I believe each and every one of us has done the exact same thing at some point of our lives. Well, maybe not the older generation. I don't know. It really depends. You know, when u look around you now, you see "ah-peks" with handphones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I see an elderly person using a cellphone, it can only lead to me doing one thing. Ok, I lied again. It actually leads to a lot of things. Just that most of the time, it never really takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down the things that come across my mind when that situation arises. I know that covering my ears in this case is futile. I mutter curses under my breath but then wish that I never said any of those because somewhere out there, it might have been my own grandparents that I'm actually cursing. It's about the same concept. You curse at that old man shouting into his phone in the bus. Somewhere else, someone's probably doing the same thing to your grandma or grandpa. It's like cursing your own grandparents, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also secretly wish that I was able to swing a hard and long object at their head and knock them out cold. Then I'd just calmly walk away from the scene with this huge grin on my face and thinking to myself that the world is finally peaceful once again, all that while a crowd gathers around the old man who just got hit and is probably brain-dead. Like I mentioned, most of the things I say, never really happen. Maybe the cursing, but most definately not the beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say something. I'm very flattered to be compared with someone from the same country as me. Singapore, for your info. Jessie actually compares my writings to a local blogger, who calls herself xiaxue. Wendy Cheng (I'm not sure if it's right. Pardon my ignorance if I spelt her name wrongly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before any of you start puking or protesting, I just want to say that there is no way that I am comparable to her. What Jessie said was that "she is on par with Nash at his peak". How can that be possible? I'm not saying that I'm incapable of that. Neither am I jealous that she's getting paid for writing about the same stuff that I joke about or something like that. We are in two different worlds. There's nothing to compare. Even if there is, I don't want it to be compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is a way of expressing myself. Be it ranting, writing rubbish, or just blogging for the sake of doing so, it is a channel where I can just let it out. Say what I feel or think. But lately, I think that it's better to keep some things to myself. I'm not going to say anything here. One word of advice to those who think that they want to help, just scram and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you when I feel like it, if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about xiaxue being on par with me when I'm at my peak? That's bullshit. I'm glad that someone thinks that I'm good. I'm not good. Not good enough. And please, it should be the other way round. It should be me being on par with xiaxue. Not her being on par with me. Man... I wonder what people are gonna say about this. Shh! Not one word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed. Gotta wake up early for work tomorrow. I'll blog if I can. Though there's nothing much to write about these few days. Just the same old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'd love to meet xiaxue actually. Read some of her posts. Pretty interesting girl. I see some resemblance in her writings. SOME only. Like maybe 10%? Ha ha. How funny. But seriously, I think I know why Jessie compares me to her. There's this tiny similarity in the style of writing that we both have. Maybe that's why. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112161100491562852?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112161100491562852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112161100491562852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost-for-week.html' title='Lost for a week'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112124617641470856</id><published>2005-07-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:16:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocassional Rantings 101</title><content type='html'>sup' guys... i know rite now at this very moment.. all of us (as in the 5 of us) are in thelab stuck wif some projects... mayb the stress-level for nash n shiyun is higher the the rest of us coz its their last wk here... good luck guys for ur coming IAP... hope u hae fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my rantings... wat have i been doing.. hmm. well just got backrom my attachment like a wk ago.. then come back for this BLOODY project... so tiring... now im just so bored... read n read n read... no other websites to suirf... this suck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh uhm.. Survivor.. my version is still in progresss... but curently im having a mental blocked.. i dunno what im gonna do abt the story... hell how am i gonna end it...  i think.. think... I GIVE UP!!! no thinking.. i try to post it ion the foruum... no more here... so u guys who wants to read it have to really register for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i wana tell u guys abt wat happen on Monday... well aft the whole day at sch.. my attachment ppl n me are goin for dinner at Fish &amp; Co. near PS there.. yeah.. there are 5 of us altogether... gosh es-kew moi English.. hahaha.. we ordered Fishy Maria (its a concotion of blue curacoa, tequilla shots, lime &amp; lemon).. Lava Guava  oredered by Steph (oe of them).. her drink is made of guava and a high percentage of alcohol.. we tried hers and all we got is the fiery burning sensation in our throats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food time... i ordered Stingray-black pepper.. the rest ordered seafood platterfor 2, salmon osmehting n fish n chips... so yeah the funny thing is that out of 5 of us... only one girl turn red when drinking.. haha.. its like as if she went sun-tanning... seriously man... hahah... but we had fun... long chat abt projects n jokes arnd... i tink we/re the loudest inside the restauurant.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wnet to ps... got take neoprints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time:10.30pm---&gt; Im beat!!! Went str8 to bed... haha... that's all... have fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112124617641470856?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112124617641470856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112124617641470856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/ocassional-rantings-101.html' title='Ocassional Rantings 101'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112124639764867575</id><published>2005-07-13T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:19:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of project....</title><content type='html'>2nd day.. and i'm feeling the stress level raising in me.&lt;br /&gt;i have to create a god-forsaken teachin material for this module -- Graphic Design.&lt;br /&gt;yes! its an individual work... i have to finish a proposal/storyboard by Fri.. yup! this cuming fri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty lucky to have Zu with me again.. not sure if she's happy about it or she's feeling the low.. about stil stuck with me after IAP. well well well... kak zu... wat more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;*evil luffs....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... life's pretty ok now.. surfing for info with Zu.. but she's very hardworking.. i mus admit.. she found most of the info yst in tt 'make shift' lab to 'store' us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes... i kinda rem... today rem to catch Project Superstar at 8.30pm on Channel U..&lt;br /&gt;look out for my idol... n not forgetting me..! i was in the studio!! hahaa... wearin a yellow stripe shirt with the letter 'A'... yah.. if u kinda forgot, u can catch the repeat telecast on Sat... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;if u guys find him cool, please vote for him... thanks... jus fulfilling my promise... she gave me tix n i hav to do my part.. 1 SMS is only $0.60..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i went to this famous-paid blogger's blog.. she has this endorsement deal to blog.. yes shidah... she jus hav to blog n she will get paid... are u thinking wat i'm tinking?? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she blogs abt everything n anything.. i tink she's on par with Nash at his peak..&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. aint kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys noe who to hyperlink it, pls link it to our blog..&lt;br /&gt;mayb when u're free, go chck it out! its reli cool!! ok la.. cant compare to russell peters but she has her own style of writing... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in blk S.435.. its short form.. u guys shld noe.. the freakin lab is freakin cold.. yes yes... although it cant win M1's everlasting FULL BLAST air con... its still very cold here! i mean it! i was wondering y Faz n Nash can tahan the temp... i mean LOW temp.. seriously man! u guys are cool! MALE-creatures sure can tahan ar? serious sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wolf whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of u who are wondering y i'm bloggin now... n so openly typing this post... well.. i duno.. no1 actualy bother... the DT is hiding in 1 corner... Nash says she some AD student.. tts y she's back as a Lab Tech. i duno.. i dun step on her tail.. she beta dun step on mine... hmm... but she's pretty nice la... ly those soft spoken gers...&lt;br /&gt;n i'm sick of surfing for info... i jus wan to start doing my webbie.. i tink can finish up soon... but jus worrying abt the animation n interaction part.. yes... *headache... brain tumor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar... Zu jus exclaimed happily... tt its finally the BIG 5 like erm... 18mins ago? her msg JUST got into my head... i tinking i'm still tinkin abt my macromedia cd... n photoshop... whr the hell did it go to man?!?!?!!? i was suppose to lent it to kak zu.. but i only managed to find my norton.. basket! Sorry Kak Zu... i broke my promise... i will try to dig 2nite... i ned it !!!!! darn it! argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... okok.... if i stop blogging now... wat am i going to do?&lt;br /&gt;surf? read my bk? li siao kak Zu? hai.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112124639764867575?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112124639764867575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112124639764867575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/1st-week-of-project.html' title='1st week of project....'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112099793685682196</id><published>2005-07-10T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:20:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of smth is also the beginning of smth else</title><content type='html'>im getting sick of this song. we need some noise! we got a new forum! come join if u can. its called ShutUpFreaks. here's the URL - &lt;a href="http://s12.invisionfree.com/ShutUpFreaks/index.php"&gt;http://s12.invisionfree.com/ShutUpFreaks/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u need to register to be able to join in all the fun. its just a simple registration. a small hurdle to loads of fun with words n talking nonsense. letting out ur feelings, letting the world noe how knowledgeable ur in music or movies...finding lost frens, making new frens. those are some of the "rooms" thats on offer currently. thers more of cos. i wun mention it all here. go find out urself if u wanna noe. y shd i spoil all the fun n tell everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i last blogged. honestly...im just mentally drained. everytime i get home, i switch on my pc for like awhile. then im off, lying on my bed. the nx few minutes im like drifting into slp already. thats how tired i am. but its almost over now. im glad to announce that its the last week for FYP students. n its also the first week for IAP student coming back to sch for project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely dun wish to c any of u guys. dun get me the wrong way. lemme finish wad i have to say first lah!! haha. i mean, i sincerely dun wish to c u guys...in my lab. in my dept. thats wad i mean. i dunno who will b posted to my dept. im probably gonna find out tml. if its any of u guys...i mean, any of u guys here meaning my classmates...im probably gonna grab u n hug u first. haha. then im gonna give u 2 choices. either u run away frm sch n nv come back now...or u can choose to stay here n lead a life so stressful that u'd wish u were in changi prison instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah...im kidding abt the prison part. haha. i just love to exaggerate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its abt time to change the music. simple plan's untitled is getting abit under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112099793685682196?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112099793685682196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112099793685682196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-of-smth-is-also-beginning-of-smth.html' title='the end of smth is also the beginning of smth else'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112055257191179268</id><published>2005-07-05T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:36:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of staring into the monitor frm 8.30am till now..</title><content type='html'>*headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. the brain tumour problem is acting up again... all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;well.. nt exaclty all of a sudden... i've been staring at the pc for ly 8hrs? i duno... cant tink straight nw.. having a serious brain tumour attack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning till afternoon, i had to test phones... so no choice mux stare at the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;after 3pm i tink... i started concentrating on neopets... but tts the part whn e attack cums in.. cldnt continue staring at the screen.... decided to walk ard, water the plant, close my eyes etc... n i kinda rem tt i can do blogging jus in case... so ok! i'm here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are sort of numb n icy cold.. aint kidding...&lt;br /&gt;duno y the aircon so freakin cold 2dae... reli sia! wah kao! hw i use i hav a hand dryer near me... as i type dis post... haha... the 4 of us here figured out that the freakin air con hav to b THIS cold so as to prevent the cpus in this department frm warming up. honestly man! after such a long period of switchin on the com, it doesnt feel hot AT ALL! yes! this is hw FREAKINg COLD IT Is now~! if ani1 of u cums to M1, pls pls... rem to bring a winter coat... it'll b just nice to kep u warm. i'm not kidding! trust me! oh yah... e other reason for the low temperature... everyone working here doesnt shutdwn the cpu.. dey jus log out den log in the nxt day.. yes! which means the cpus arent OFF at all.. so the low temp here will cool the com down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys tink tt i'm joking or tryin to make a freakin big fuss abt it, u're wrong...&lt;br /&gt;i tink its whn u reli experience it den u will understd hw the 4 of us feel...&lt;br /&gt;wats wrong wif M1 sia?!&lt;br /&gt;just look at the weather outside..... my god! i wan to b out der!!&lt;br /&gt;or mayb dey shld jus increase the temp abit.... mayb to abt 25? 27?&lt;br /&gt;the god damn temp in here now ranged frm 20 to 22?&lt;br /&gt;if u tink tt its ok... den imagine sitting under 1 WHOLE god forsaken ROW of aircon units...&lt;br /&gt;ders ly 50 aircons...? i duno... ders too many!!! hai... wats wrong wif em sia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to sleep too.. haha... after tt badminton game, i dint hav enuff rest still.&lt;br /&gt;i tink 2nite mux slp earli.. mayb at 9? yeah! gd time.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helppppppppppp..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112055257191179268?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112055257191179268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112055257191179268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/aftermath-of-staring-into-monitor-frm.html' title='Aftermath of staring into the monitor frm 8.30am till now..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112020116827755398</id><published>2005-07-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:59:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corny Corn</title><content type='html'>There are these three guys in a desert dying of dehydration. Off in the horizon they see a house and finally manage to struggle to it. The first guy goes up to the door to ask for water. The door is opened by this really old, wart-covered, puss covered, scaly, toothless old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C-c-c-can I h-h-h-have some w-w-w-water for me and m-my friends?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I will... if you have sex with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy pukes all over the woman and runs back to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;"You guys would not believe who answered the door. Some really gross old lady!" he tells them.&lt;br /&gt; "She said we could have water if I had sex with her."&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you then?" asks he second guy.&lt;br /&gt;"Because she was so ugly, I was sick and couldn't do it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you are such a wuss. I'll go up to the door," the second guy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes up to the door and rings the bell.&lt;br /&gt;The old hag answers."W-w-w-w-w-w-waaaaaa......"&lt;br /&gt;He uses all of his will power to not hurl.&lt;br /&gt;"Water? Yes, I have water," she says knowingly. "But you have to have sex with me." "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs back to his friends and before he could say a word, the third guy goes to the door and rings the bell. "What do you want for some water?""You have to have sex with me."&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that if he doesn't do something, he and his friends will all die. So he follows the lady into her kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;"Do me here," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees 3 ears of corn on the counter and gets an idea.&lt;br /&gt;"Lay back and close your eyes. And keep them closed!"&lt;br /&gt;The witch lays back and spreads her legs. The guy nearly pukes after seeing this. He picks up an ear of corn and screws her with it. Finally she is finished. He throws the corn out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, God. That was the best orgasm of my life. If you do that again I will give you a million dollars."&lt;br /&gt;"Then lay back and close your eyes again", he says.&lt;br /&gt;This she does and he does her with the second ear of corn until she is satisfied. Then he throws it out the window. This time she doesn't even open her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"If you do that again, I will give you a Jeep so you can get out of the desert."&lt;br /&gt;"Eyes closed," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he does her with the last piece of corn. He brings her to multiple orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhhhhhhh........ The water, money and Jeep are outside," she says as she squirms in ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;So he runs like hell outside and grabs the water and money and jumps into the Jeep. He wonders where his friends are and drives around to find them. He finds them by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys says to him, "Hey, man. I hope you had fun. We just ate the three best pieces of&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; buttered corn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you could have imagined!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-MSNville-Buddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112020116827755398?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112020116827755398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112020116827755398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/corny-corn.html' title='Corny Corn'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112017882488249681</id><published>2005-07-01T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:47:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh~ look who's talking....</title><content type='html'>ex-ceew me ar Uncle.. i tink u're the one who jumped into conclusion lo..&lt;br /&gt;Dont u tink M1 is such a big company? do u tink we NEED to surf nokia webby for info?&lt;br /&gt;n i'm not pissed cos u dun wan to lok for me.. dun jump into conclusion la... u tink i will du lan cos of such nonsense thingy? wake up ar!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm jus pissed of cos u say this 'ly tt i can go nokia website myself'.. i digging all the info... of the 3 phone models  from our own drive... typing halfway... den u tell me all this... u tink i will pissed not? ask me wat i tink den u sudenli tell me u can jus go n0kia... den u go lo.. i'm not stopping u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nt wasting my time, for your info..!&lt;br /&gt;the THING tt i'm pissed off is becos u say 'i can go nokia website n find...'.&lt;br /&gt;if i noe, i wouldnt b bother to sms u... jus email over can liao..&lt;br /&gt;wrong move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah i mux clarify that i'm NOT pissed cos u dint look for me for info...&lt;br /&gt;e thing tt i'm PISSED is abt tt short line u typed in ur msg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts nth to b angry animore.. its over... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;let everyth out liao... happy liao.... hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112017882488249681?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112017882488249681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112017882488249681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-look-whos-talking.html' title='oh~ look who&apos;s talking....'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112013832593744943</id><published>2005-06-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:32:05.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 47 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>rotting moments. boring. everyday is getting more n more boring. im just counting down the days till project ends. got some news, raymond tan called me up. i might be attached to NCS. sian...most probably gonna do MORE PROGRAMMING ther. can i just die now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian lah. everyday seems to get worse for me. so many ridiculous things happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today. dunno wad the hell got into jessie. dun mind me saying it here ah jess....but seriously, wad the hell was wrong with u? was it smth i said? i din c anything wrong.. ur reply totally dissed me. i took it the first time, the 2nd was so full of sarcasm that it just changed the mood. the 3rd was when i realised that u weren't happy abt me chking out nokia for more details instead of goin to u for info...n it made me pissed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dunno wads the diff? is ther really a diff? gawd, how the hell u expect me to noe stuff like that? i dun work at a handphone company like u do. i dun get to play with the phones n test them like u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i thot that wadever info displayed on nokia.com was wadever relevant info that was required. how the hell wud i noe that the info ur diggin up was different frm nokia's website? demoralised u? like huh???? man...u call that demoralise? i seriously dun understand wad demoralised u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...i seriously dunno wad caused the sudden change in mood n attitude. gawd...if u aint happy abt anything..just say it. im able to take a hint u noe. dun hv to suddenly change attitude like that mah. like that make me confused, n pissed at the same time. lucky i dun bear grudges. haiyo..nx time just voice out lah. always ask me to voice out. then when i voice out, oso cause damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n if u thot that i was wasting ur time, then i apologise for wasting ur time. cos i really had absolutely no clue as to wad info ur digging out. i din even noe u were finding info. i thot u'd b like chking out nokia.com n just giving ur views on the phone if u knew wad was wad. now do u c my side of the story? i was CLUELESS. LOST...still pretty lost as to wad actually happened. man...guess u jumped to conclusions again? before u lose ur temper cos of readin this post...i suggest that u forget that u had a temper. cos im just following a piece of advice given to me by u.......to let my thoughts out. these are my thoughts. just wondering wad happened..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun bother shooting back or anything lah. its no point starting another war. to be honest, i was pissed...yes.  but once 6pm came, i forgot everything...so im not angry now. serious. u wanna stay angry, its fine with me. but if ur angry cos of this, then i really think that its stupid...its ridiculous...its soo pathetic even...cos i said i was gonna chk some website instead of letting u look for info, ur angry? think abt it. sounds kinda stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we outta start thinking straight. yes...WE. not just u, or me. WE. WE as in BOTH OF US. mayb it shd apply to all of us too. this kinda stupid "fights" are happening to frequently. n they're getting more n more stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112013832593744943?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112013832593744943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112013832593744943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-47-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 47 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112012155352298500</id><published>2005-06-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:58:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Forum....</title><content type='html'>hey guys!! wah so long nv blog... anyway i came here today specially to promote my new forum... i dunno if you guys heard of it.. may the df12s but dunno bout the rest... but pls pls pls... register there... the forum is for anyone and evryone who notice it... ook heres the url &lt;a href="http://s12.invisionfree.com/ShutUpFreaks/index.php"&gt;s12.invisionfree.com/ShutUpFreaks/index.php&lt;/a&gt; wonder why it is shut p freaks... where it is all thks to ppl dat know us n they cll us weird/freaks even we ourselves call ourslef freaks... hahahaha... i noe its weird but yeah you get the idea... Survivor will no longer be post here but at the new forum... this blog is still in use for us to vent our angers.... so yeah c u guys soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shidah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112012155352298500?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112012155352298500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112012155352298500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-forum.html' title='New Forum....'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-112004571221744986</id><published>2005-06-29T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:48:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 46 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>sian ah...kena tekan by supervisor. said i was progressing very slowly. he gave me his part of the project...he managed to load the image!!! it was like 10 lines of codes or so..n poof!! the image was out. basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did like so many changes. n nth....he did like 10 lines...n kaboom! but then again, the previous functions in the program that he gave me, he modified plenty. whereas my case, he told me to copy n paste frm a sample program. his was like totally changed. its like he edited it himself. not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he noes wad he's doin, n i dun. how to modify.....sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. no mood to blog lah. getting more n more stressed as the days go by. i really cant wait for sunday. gonna vent some frustration. guys...im gonna give u all a warning first ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i seem aggressive or violent or smth like that....dun mind me. just leave me alone n lemme let off some steam ok? im really feelin the weight on my shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw shiyun today. i mean i met up with her for lunch. she had difficulty walking. btw, i've read the emails...but i wun be saying anything abt them lah. i really dun hv the mood. anyways, she had difficulty walking. haha. actually, my body was aching too. but cos of the frustration i was feelin, i just cudnt be bothered abt my aches. this is the first time im like not caring abt aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i complain alot n shit...but this time im like unfazed? gosh...im thinkin of "torturing" myself tonight. do push-ups n stuff. i remember the last time smth like this happened..i did 80 push-ups in the middle of the night b4 i got tired n went to slp. hahaha. mayb working out like that wud make me tired n get my mind off the stress for awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...12 more days. then attachment commences...its like neverending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIN NABEH!! NYP SUCKS! CHAO CHEEBYE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-112004571221744986?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112004571221744986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/112004571221744986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-46-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 46 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111995631736058631</id><published>2005-06-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:58:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 45 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>im just gonna post my NAPFA results. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order of the stations i took...mayb i'll add abit of stuff too, like wad i was feelin or doin at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i begin...i wanna say smth. jessie shd noe. i called her right after my NAPFA just to tell her this. hahahahahahhaa. wooo! wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! if u think that im howling...ur right. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...lets get started. my NAPFA instructor was a lady. pretty young...n pretty. yeah!! no kiddin. she's pretty. she looks like a cross between a friend of mine, not gonna mention names here. as i was saying, a cross between a friend of mine n i forgot to mention this to jessie, cos i realised this like after i hung up...a cross between a friend of mine...and....(r u guys like dying to noe? hahahhaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...erm. i dunno if u guys watch heartlanders. remember aaron aziz's character? that jamal dude...not sure if its the right spelling. anyways, that jamal hangs out with that gal who looks like a malay, but im pretty sure she's like eurasian. cos i saw her name b4, but i cant remember. i noe she kinda has a malay name. u noe who im talking abt right? that gal...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructor has this uncanny resemblance to her frm the front. serious! it got me staring at her alot!!!! man.....then frm the side, she looks a hell lot like a friend of mine. gosh. pretty freaky. but i kinda enjoyed it. haha. plus i was the 1st frm our grp, the grp of 10 she was handling. woo! its like i get to hear her instruct us, i believe i was the only one really paying attention. hahahaa. i was 1st in line afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...enuf abt her. or im gonna end up stalking her. hahahaa. im kiddin. i dun do such stuff. believe me. i'd rather just go right up n ask...not stalk. hmm...do i? im not sure i noe myself that well now that i've mention this....wahahahhahaha!! im still kidding anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st station...sit n reach - 44cm, 4 points.&lt;br /&gt;lets call the instructor X. X was just in front of me when i was stretching. made me wanna stretch more. y?? stretch to touch her lor...hahhaa. i usually do like 30+cm for this station. today was kewl. cos of X...*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd station...shuttle run - 9.5 secs, 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;i cud hv run like the wind, X the motivating factor here again. my fastest ever time for this event. i cud hv done better had i not slipped when taking the first block...damn, all X's fault. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd station..standing broad jump - 230cm, 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;was nv my favourite. i hated this. but not as much as one freakin station. no motivation here. wait a sec...got leh. my first jump was like 210++cm, then she said try again, u can do better. so i jumped! but i slipped. n she said nvm, try again, try to keep ur balance. ahhhhhhhhh...........i felt like falling on her. haha. 3rd try yielded better results. 230cm. but a measly 2 points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th station..chin up - 2, 0 points.&lt;br /&gt;the most hated station...i cud nv do chin-ups. plus without any training, im actually surprised i managed 2. guess with proper training, i cud hv actually made it. wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th station...sit ups - 30, 0 points.&lt;br /&gt;my pet event, was like the worst...everything came crumbling down. 3 yrs of not doin any sit-ups, this is the outcome. gosh. gotta start training again. to think that i cud do 44 the last time i did it. that was in sec 4. 3 yrs ago. now its all, gone with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run...first lap was gd. clocked 1 min 12 secs. 2nd lap, felt blisters forming on my right foot. slowed down to adjust shoes...2nd lap was 3mins 47 secs...3rd lap, walked...jogged abit...7mins ++, 4th lap, walked...told X that i had blisters on the 3rd lap, she asked me to stop, but i tried to go on...cudnt give up that easy...but on the 4th, it was like askin for too much. 2nd n 3rd blister formed on each foot....so the 4th lap, dropped out. sad..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im home! haha. sian. time to blast some music n fantasize. hahhahahaaha. ok lah, its abt time for dinner. ciao guys! im lookin forward to sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111995631736058631?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111995631736058631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111995631736058631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-45-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 45 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111992108494665973</id><published>2005-06-28T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:11:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day Part ||</title><content type='html'>oh well... i nt sure if u'll be offended not. thats y b safe den b sorry. yah... declare 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i know its ok but hw will ur own parents think when u tell them that u hav a cucumber stuck in der? huh huh huh?? u tell me la.. hahaha... jus cant understand em.. so funny... ahahaa... hw will u feel if any of ur siblings tells u that dey hav sumth stuck out der? i mean if my bro's a ger, i'll whack the hell out of him! seriously man... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah... anway went to watch Initial D yst nite with my ka kees. (I'm not toking abt legs, Faz.. ) well.. yup! it was a great show to watch if u go there jus for the racing part. tink the acting sux la.. duno hw to act 1 except all those experienced HK actors. i mean the older men. hmm.. the drifting was cool sia! look at the car go man! the record wld b 3 cars racing at top speed in the mountain.. the race narrow with many 'S' turns.. wah lao! those pro car racers are damn gd man! the drifting was perfect and beautiful!!! so cool!!!!! aniway i dun tink is Jay Chou dey all drive 1 la.. canot b lor.. its so PRO!! u guys shld catch it! its perfect~~ NASH!! u canot Miss this BABY! go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 10/10&lt;br /&gt;for the racing scenes ONLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111992108494665973?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111992108494665973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111992108494665973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/joke-of-day-part.html' title='Joke of the Day Part ||'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111987681419431194</id><published>2005-06-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:53:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 44 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>referring to the earlier post by our meja, jessie chua mei xiu (mei shin? sounds familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoting first conclusion: "i dont understand why girls in those schools are so curious and dumb.. still can tell people that students in those schools are clever... hai.. i think they're dumber..NASH! no offence~ haha.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire...&lt;br /&gt;wad has this gotta do with me? yes! me! nash! meeeeee...! im the dumb student here? or is it the dumber one? mayb the dumbest? 'wai meeeeee'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun come frm an all girls sch u noe. i do not stuff test tubes nor cucumbers up my vagina. not that i have a vagina. if ur just generally talking abt a 'hole' here...then im sorry to burst ur bubble. i do not stuff things up my asshole too. yeah faz, shaddup already. i can hear u frm here. u better not shoot ur mouth off yah? wer's that post of urs anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the first time i've heard of such things. its just masturbation. nth wrong with it. we're in the 21st century my folks! its no longer the 1700s or 1800s. im not even sure if girls back then knew abt self-satisfaction. using foreign objects even! mayb we shd build a time machine n travel back in time to chk it out some time yah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard of girls using carrots, brinjal too when the cucumber's been eaten...hehe. fingers, crazy ones like fists. now the fist part was wad i heard when friends surfed porn. i've nv actually seen it with my own eyes. hell, one of my friends told me that ther was a pic of some guy's head in some woman's pussy once at rotten.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its up to u to believe it or not. hehe. but we nv saw the pic. come to think of it, it may be possible. the human head is abt as big as a baby? nah...mayb bigger. nope, most definately. ok. i look like an idiot measuring my head n comparing it to the imaginary size of a newborn baby. i dun even noe the size of a newborn baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, ther'r plenty of slim, long foreign objects that may be used for the female's sexual urge, the urge for self-satisfaction, masturbation. like a pen for example. im saying all these objects as im looking ard my room. haha. i wonder if they use chopsticks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad abt a bottle? if they can shove a bloody fist down ther, i believe a bottle shdnt b much of a prob. haha. hmm, ok. i've run out of stuff. not much here in my room, thats all i can tell u. plenty of junk, yes. but not many long, slim foreign objects that are able to be forced into a vagina. wad abt my dick? hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...this is nonsense. i shall stop here. i dun hv the mood to talk abt sch today. just gonna say the Prime Minister was in NYP! n some other ministers too, like education minister...n some other ppl. plenty of CID n cops. wasted i cudnt grab their weapons n give them a run for their money. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the headlines in tml's news! man takes off with cop's revolver, sparking off nationwide chase on foot ard nyp. a first in singapore! haha. ok ok. time to go read my bk. i caught sight of some interesting shit that my sis is readin, n i took it without her noticing. haha. ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...jes, pls make urself clear. wad hv i gotta do with that above-mentioned stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111987681419431194?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111987681419431194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111987681419431194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-44-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 44 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111983871665624712</id><published>2005-06-27T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:18:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the DAY!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, my frd told me that some girls in the girls' school steal test tubes from the labs.. Well.. you must be wondering why i'm sharing such senseles stuffs.. everyone in any corner of SG takes stuffs out of the lab... hmm.. BUT this is different.. its used for.... erm... u noe? *gulp* her "satifaction". yup~ you did not read wrongly and i did not typed wrongly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friend, he says that one of his frd did it.. and the test tube cracked "inside" her. yup! you did not read wrongly again. erm.. so she had to remove all those pieces of broken glass from "inside" of her.. she kept quiet but had to see the doctor due to some infection.. IN FRONT OF HER MOTHER, she admitted that those acts to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just guessin.. maybe there are STILL broken glass "inside".. OR MAYBE those test tubes are used to hold poisonous or particles that causes irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why girls in those schools are so curious and dumb.. still can tell people that students in those schools are clever... hai.. i think they're dumber..&lt;br /&gt;NASH! no offence~ haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;Another case of foreign objects stuck "inside" is a CUCUMBER~&lt;br /&gt;yes! you aint seeing things... My NCC frd told me this.&lt;br /&gt;He used to have a female friend that is well... rem.. horny.. so she used this cucumber to do it.&lt;br /&gt;ok! the same thing happened. the VEGETABLE broke into halves.. but this time, she was unable to remove it herself.. and had to approach... HER DAD to get her to the clinic.. yup.. her dad found out too.. dont worry the cucumber is OUT now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;WOOoooooo!! cucumber plant!! instant fresh cucumber for the family.. no waiting is needed. just come over and "pull".. you will have one in an instant.. batteries are not included.. ALthough thorough WASHING and DISINFECTION is a MUST.&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa.........*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going through their mind when they are doing all these shit?&lt;br /&gt;there are many more stories that he told me.. but i preferred these two craps..&lt;br /&gt;"enjoy"...~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111983871665624712?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111983871665624712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111983871665624712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the DAY!'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111962047028614350</id><published>2005-06-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:41:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 43 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>i was in sch for like an hr only today. haha. 830am to 10am. kewl shit huh? haha. interview was ok. after hearing wad faz has to say, i doubt that i wud get in. haha. who cares. c how lah. if they want me, they'll get me. if not then too bad. mayb some other company might take us in. i mean ME. not us. who's us? haha. im kidding. i think im goin nuts. probably cos i ate 3 ramly burgers. one chicken, one beef, one fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo...sian sian sian. i think its time to switch over to channel 8 to watch "you fu"...haha. since smallville is over. hehe. lets go! tv tv!! haha. enjoy the pic that i loaded. its courtesy of jessie. yep. i did the loading, yes...but who sponsor the pic? jessie lor. thats wad she do in the office all day. manipulate pictures of various animals. nth better to do. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111962047028614350?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111962047028614350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111962047028614350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-43-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 43 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111960269519988752</id><published>2005-06-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:44:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/3354/1024/cute.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/141/3354/400/cute.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some crazy pic that jessie wants on the blog, n nash has to upload it for da meja. is this wad u do at work? draw on collages of various animals? they already so kesian, gawd noes wad they're thinking when these ppl snapped their photos. n u had to do that to them? "hello", "wee", wah lau...i pity the dog. i also pity the original photo of it. it was nice. it WAS nice...until it was edited. hahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111960269519988752?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111960269519988752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111960269519988752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-crazy-pic-that-jessie-wants-on.html' title=''/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111952747972470419</id><published>2005-06-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:51:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 42 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>it shall be short n sweet frm now on i guess. nth much to say. except project =  sucky life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word filled my airhead today. FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed to load the bitmap image. failed to get everything running. failed to stop myself frm condemning everything again. failed to be optimistic. failed to succeed. can i say i failed to even fail? haha. oh well, tv time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jessie is goin outta her mind. bo liao. project hvnt start n she wants it to end. mayb they will send u to Buangkok Medical Park. ur project shall b to experience life as someone ther. go figure...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111952747972470419?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111952747972470419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111952747972470419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-42-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 42 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111949501889853198</id><published>2005-06-23T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:50:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for project to end.... haha..</title><content type='html'>yes... like the title suggests.. i cant wait for FYP to freak off!&lt;br /&gt;serious man! look at my frds i oso sian.. y nyp so sux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid abt no company for brks n stuffs... i'm jus panicking if i get into some crap department that i duno a heck abt.. sumore veri few gers n all.. wah.. sux big time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. jus realised that der's no emailing frenzy today.. mayb u'all are bz..&lt;br /&gt;wah lao.. yst i busy den u all nt busy.. den 2dae i slacking.. den u all bz... wat is dis man???!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;duno leh... mayb u all did send but cant get thru my acc? jus gt an email at ard 9? saying tht my mailbox is full.. cant send or receive... duno.. mayb la.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. lets c.. oh yah.. e shredder machine! my fav "pal" since day 1.. hmm.. dis mornin, it was ly "dead".. canot work.. no power.... but tink ard 10? it started to become "powerful".. can shred liao.. hahahhaa.. jus nw alot of ppl try to shred sum papers but canot... den gt dis "magical" lady.. she jus walk over... tip the paper into the 'mouth'.. n the shredder SUDDENLY work!! hahaha..... pretty cool ar? u guys shld play wif it la! mayb ur company wil hav.... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. nth much.... byebye guys..&lt;br /&gt;shiyun, faz n shidah.... post k? dun diam diam.. MAKE SOME NOISE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111949501889853198?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111949501889853198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111949501889853198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-wait-for-project-to-end-haha.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for project to end.... haha..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111944727116400150</id><published>2005-06-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:34:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 41 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>this shall be a short one. i found the cause of my sudden headache for last week. i wasnt lying when i said i had a headache. just that it was mostly the on/off kind. its becos my wisdom tooth is out! nabeh!!! pain pain pain! haha. gotta wait a couple of days b4 i can take action. got tml to worry abt, as in worry abt my project first..then fri got some stupid interview for attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna go c a doc probably, most probably after the damn interview on fri. haha. cabut!! wooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk...time to go. tired. wanna slp early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111944727116400150?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111944727116400150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111944727116400150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-41-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 41 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111935599629000232</id><published>2005-06-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:13:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 40 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>its official! IAP students shall begin their FYP on the 11th july. woo! i feel glad n sad at the same time for u guys. hahha. glad? cos im gonna meet y'all during my last week in sch. we get to bond as usual, like old times when we were still in sch. haha. sad, cos its gonna be hell if u get into the wrong department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im praying hard for u guys. im praying hard for y'all cos y'all are all my frens. i dun wan u all to suffer like me. programming's really a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today wasnt such a bad day. i was waiting as usual lah. waiting n waiting, for my supervisor to be free. which wasnt to go my way...so yeah, i meddled with the stupid program. i made 2 different sets. both using completely different functions. kewl huh? hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my supervisor was still running ard, running all over the place as usual. except this time, today, i wasnt cursing him anymore. yes. its not a lie. ur not dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usually vulgar n forever cursing nash has not become a meek n "guai" boy. its just that i understand wads going on. my supervisor is busy. i've always said that he's busy with his stuff...probably leaving me n sam to die with the project while he bothers abt his own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im wrong. yes, he IS busy. with his own stuff. yes. i found out wad he's been busy with today. outta the blue, he asked me for help today. just called my name, n asked me to help him out with some things. asked me to follow him n take some stuff along, mostly cables n wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i followed him to BLK R. went in by the back. the whole place was like undergoing renovation. we walked to one of the labs. then he settled down n started to dismantle the CPU cover. asked me to put the graphic card inside, then connect the cables frm the card to the camera. i did as told...then he installed the software. then we adjusted the camera. it was my first time doin all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me b4 we left the lab, my lab...asked me if i knew how to set up a camera. i said no. then he smiled n said "gd, u get ur first try today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we finished setting up the cam, we were relaxing abit in a lab filled with lecturers, students n contractors alike..so i took the opportunity to ask him wads actually going on. y he's like so busy running ard for th past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that some minister is gonna visit NYP this coming friday. n NYP's planning a trip to BLK R for that minister as a surprise, some new toy that they wanna show off. so most of the lecturers here r like busy doin the setting up n furnishing of the featured labs. plenty of cleaners ard too. wiping the glass n tables. haha. must b some big-shot minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after he was telling me all that...i finally realised y he always looked so stressed n tired. he really has been running ard. n when he's back in the lab, he still has his own stuff to settle. poor guy. no wonder his hair balding. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys may think that i've soften my feelings, but no! haha. u all are wrong if u thot so! i still dun think that its fair for him to do this. so too bad! hahha. still condemned in my head. sorry sir. its just....me!!! haahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. time to chill! my cousin's over. haha. wanna have some story-telling shit. share some ongoing shit in our lives. been awhile since we all last sat down n talked. haha. cya guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111935599629000232?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111935599629000232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111935599629000232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-40-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 40 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111927293553832564</id><published>2005-06-20T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:08:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 39 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>i spent a whole freakin day brainstorming, copying, pasting n editing codes. all that work for nth. yes. nth i tell u. no freakin results. fuck man. waste my bloody freakin time. n i got a headache for all that effort. "cheeboot"..(dun ask me wer this word came frm..think of it as the censored version of u-noe-the-word-lah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, first time nv email so much. i think i sent like less than 10 mails today. gosh. countdown timer has been set. i have 19 days. official. minus another 5 days, those 5 days wud be the last week, n its for settling my final presentation. so im left with like 14 days to bloody finish the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i've said it b4, the more i look at this stupid project...the more clear the picture turns out to be. I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FINISH IT. so if that stupid balding eagle of a supervisor wants me to stay back n finish this...i think im gonna jolly well tell him that no matter how long he drags me back for this stupid project....im nv gonna finish it. it may even be like 10 yrs b4 i can finally understand wad's goin on. n thats provided that i study that stupid program n everything related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u get wad im tryin to say? nope?? nvm. im gonna tell anyway. wad im saying is...if he wants me to finish the proj, then he gotta lemme study the thingy for 10 yrs. now...will someone like me, Nash, be able to do that? NO! i'd rather be sent to Iraq on some humanitarian mission n get killed by a suicide bomber than do that stupid shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in other words, u can pay me 10K per day n i still wun do that stupid project. so bloody hell just fuck off n shave ur head lah! ur hair already so little...n so stressed, then still wanna run here n ther n take more jobs than u can handle. stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!!! ARGGHHHHHH!!! NIN NAU HIAR!!!! FUCK LAH!!! CHEEEEBYEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i feel better. but i actually got more to say....just that im feelin like shit. so im gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a humongous fuck u to my supervisor, to my project, to nyp for having this department called IPG, to the person who asked for image processing using c++, to my supervisor again, n again. i wun blame the person who created c++, cos we wudnt have a whole lot of programs without it. its just that i dun like the language when used in projects. ok..its time to fuck off. i shall fuck off, u...yes U! U reading this...its time for u to fuck off too. shoo!! hahahahhahahahahahhaa. i think im goin crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C++ stands for C(raziness)++ which means Added Craziness. geddit? still dun get it? leave a tag n i'll show u wad it actually means. i'll show u my b4 n after pics...not that its gonna make much of a diff...but thers still a diff ok! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111927293553832564?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111927293553832564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111927293553832564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-39-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 39 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111901689035623424</id><published>2005-06-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:01:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 38 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>woo! back to sch after MC. haha. nash was sick? no no...nash just faked illness. tho it wasnt entirely fake lah. more like exaggerated. so friday was the same like any other friday. u expecting kewl shit? then i think u shd go look in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked ard today. came in feelin nauseous. lasted the whole morning. afternoon came, n it flashed by cos the nice lecturer, mr liew, talked to us in the morning. talked to us in the afternoon. talked to us during teabreak. talked to us just b4 we left. literally talked to us for like the whole day. power ah? haha. i seriously love the guy man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls pls...not the gay kinda love. i mean i'd love to have him as my supervisor! haaha. thank god he was talking alot today. it helped us all, passing time was a breeze! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo..today sian lah. only got mood for smallville. got nth else to say. hahaa. no point talking abt smallville here. its not appreciated. ppl will start to complain if i do. so im gonna stop for today ok? hahaa. im feeling abit tired. wanna slp early tonight. tml got shopping to do! hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao y'all! take care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111901689035623424?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111901689035623424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111901689035623424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-38-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 38 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111899787700876173</id><published>2005-06-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:44:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls dun misunderstand...</title><content type='html'>i wan to clarify about the mahjong session.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny msged me LAST NIGHT.. at erm... 11.40pm..&lt;br /&gt;but he wasnt clear... abt FRI or SAT go play...&lt;br /&gt;so he called ard 9am to tell me that its Today not Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's programme already planned last week.&lt;br /&gt;They told me goin out for dinner... LAST WEEK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dun misunderstand...&lt;br /&gt;i dint pushed ur invitation aside cos of ANY last min changes frm kenny... pls dun misunderstand.. u onli told me abt the shopping frenzy yst or wed?&lt;br /&gt;so is reli ltr den kenny rite?? hey.. pls dun misunderstand..&lt;br /&gt;rem.. i told u that Sat i mite b going out...? yah... tts y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scare ppl misunderstand 1... mux say clearli.... i cant slp 1 leh.. heheeee...&lt;br /&gt;Nash... u understand not? dun get e wrong idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai......... i'm in for more confusion......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111899787700876173?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111899787700876173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111899787700876173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/pls-dun-misunderstand.html' title='Pls dun misunderstand...'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111890315317814002</id><published>2005-06-16T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:25:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 37 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>oei..wad is all this? y suddenly got a rush of all these nonsense posts? hahha. like the world gonna end tml like that. aiyo. no nid to post these kinda stuff everyday mah. make the day gloomy seh. the mood changes when one reads these kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that u shd stop lah. but 2 days in a row of "gloomy", serious stuff...woo! thats like....wooo! haha. ok ok. i think im goin mad. every1's probably busy now. im only chatting wif faz. but he has gone to the loo. i kinda forgot to email my busu seh. i feel so bad now. haha. i think i better leave him an email. otherwise wait he think smth wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the weather's so unpredictable. one minute ago it was so sunny. now dark clouds loom above me. i bet ya that the sun wud suddenly pop out again n burn every1. haha. aiyo...i nid to go c the stupid doc...sian. will go later lah. ard 4 i guess. when its not that hot. hehe. im gonna watch some tv now. gotta utilise my freedom. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder wad celin n shiyun did today. haha. so sad shiyun....im not ard for u to whack!!! wahahha! u bloody *toot*! hope ur wrist is ok. i dun wanna get sued for self-defence. thats really stupid u noe. just like ur actions. haha. hope u learn a lesson frm that incident. dun anyhow whack me. u shd hv seen it coming. everytime whack me. one day sure kena back one. wahahhaha. just that wad happened yst, actually, wasnt much. wasnt enuf. u deserve more. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. tv time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111890315317814002?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111890315317814002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111890315317814002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-37-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 37 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111889737082767811</id><published>2005-06-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:53:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Around You... You'll Understand... :)</title><content type='html'>When You Complained and Whined about How Much things Other People Have,&lt;br /&gt;Look Around You.&lt;br /&gt;You Should be Proud of the Things that You Have while Others Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Think that God has Forgotten about You,&lt;br /&gt;Look Around You.&lt;br /&gt;You Should be Proud of Who You are Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Night before You Fall Asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Think about Your Day...&lt;br /&gt;Be Glad that All of Your Loved Ones are Safe and Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Your Blesses, But Not the Rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``````````&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this down in a moment of rash.. hope it sounds fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we overlooked the little things in Life that GOD spent alot of time on...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we neglected our Loved Ones... Thinking that there will always be 'Tomorrow'..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we got so angry and frustrated that we say things that hurt others alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there really a 'Tomorrow'?&lt;br /&gt;What if something unexpected happens,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;'Tomorrow' never comes.........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is guilty, i gues...&lt;br /&gt;even me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;jessie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111889737082767811?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111889737082767811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111889737082767811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-around-you-youll-understand.html' title='Look Around You... You&apos;ll Understand... :)'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111883773346587173</id><published>2005-06-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:15:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 36 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>boring day...i had a minor headache when i came in. it developed into a slightly major headache when i left. so it made me come to a decision. i am not goin to sch tml! hahhaa. yep! its final! hahha. im gonna feign sickness. woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the post frm jess was rather meaningful. i mean, apply it to our everyday lives. it will make so much more sense than just reading it frm the blog. i will not comment on the post. i dun c the nid to. wadever i hv to say, it will all be shown in my actions. like the saying goes...actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i do the right stuff. haha. i tend to shoot my mouth off, its just me. so if i've offended any of u by saying smth that u dislike, do forgive me. cos i dun really mean wad i say. i usually say things in the heat of the moment. then i'd forget wad i said after awhile. so yeah...its just a normal thing for me. ppl who hv been with me for a long time will understand this. i dun expect u to understand me, i just hope that u bear no grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna keep it short today, for the throbbing is still ard. i've actually come across plenty of poems, anecdotes, short stories, quotes, or wadever else they call it..yes. i've come across many of meaningful ones. just that i tend to forget abt it after a few days. then its just lost in my memory somewer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not my characteristic to pen my thoughts on such beautiful pieces of work, rather...i absorb it by reading it, then picturing it. but seldom hv i been able to successfully pull it off. it may seem like an easy thing to do, but somehow, smth's always in the way. well, its all part of life. obstacles, always aplenty. thats how we all grow, how we mature. they mould our life, how we depict life. we will learn, to overcome those obstacles. to go ard it? or to just stumble b4 it n give up, or wait for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, wad will u do? think abt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111883773346587173?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111883773346587173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111883773346587173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-36-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 36 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111880228161354590</id><published>2005-06-15T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:38:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way to love anything, is to realize that it might be lost.</title><content type='html'>nice quote up der... fell in love wif it whn i saw it... its frm G. K. Chesterton.. duno who he is too.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yup.... tt quote can b break dwn into many parts.. explained in many diff ways.. understd by ppl in several ways too.. but the thing i'm posting 2dae will b abt our close kins n loved ones... be it ur frds, families, bf/gf or wateva... ani1 tts closed to ur heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know that You'll leave me tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hugged You tighter today..&lt;br /&gt;If I know that You'll be gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll love You EVEN more today..&lt;br /&gt;If I know that We can't be friends tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to give you my best today..&lt;br /&gt;If I know that You'll die tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the WHOLE world know how much I actually Treasured and Loved You, each and every single day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;But If I die tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Will You feel the same...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless all my friends n their families................&lt;br /&gt;I love You all... my frds.... my mum... my dad... my grandparents.... every1... I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111880228161354590?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111880228161354590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111880228161354590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/way-to-love-anything-is-to-realize.html' title='The way to love anything, is to realize that it might be lost.'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111874781307529115</id><published>2005-06-14T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:16:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 35 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>today was the so-called first day that my supervisor is on leave. tho i hv no idea how long he's gonna be on leave, the fact here is he's ON LEAVE. celebrations were under way the moment i stepped into the lab. we were openly clowning ard in the lab, screaming vulgarities like it was nobody's business. we din even turn on our coms to do our work! ther was no nid for pretend today. no one was gonna c us do work, so the nid to pretend just evaporated of cos! so we behaved like monkeys, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...wadever i've said above is not true. its a lie. if u still dun understand, i hope the next paragraph helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS A FREAKIN LIE. NONE OF IT IS TRUE! ONLY THE PART ABT MY SUPERVISOR TAKING LEAVE IS TRUE. NO CELEBRATIONS WADSOEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who in their right mind wud behave like that? just cos my supervisor aint ard, doesnt mean that other ppl aint ard too. STUPID...hahaha. my fav word. courtesy of Daqiu frm Tong Xing Yuan, channel 8 - 7pm show. only shown on weekends. oops, i mean weekdays. im probably to excited thinking abt the weekends. haha. so yah...no celebrations in the lab. only plenty of loitering ard, n lazing ard of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaks were self-extended to dunno wad time today. every1 caught the "nash" bug, which was to laze ard n not do any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch came in no time..except that lunch was but a pain in the ass. no no..lemme rephrase it. lunch was a pain, not in the ass, but definately more in the ears, eyes n mind. other parts of the body also affected were the legs, hands and heart. not forgetting the brain too. brain n mind? i think they're the same. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno WAD im talking abt? yeah...WAD. cos that creature is so bloody freakin annoying that i've decided to call it WAD.  singing is clearly not ur forte, yet u defiantly continue. if u were judged on passion, u may be able to scrape thru. but talent? thats a big no-no. squeaky voice...as i've mentioned multiple times b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i dunno y ur behaving like that. im guessing that ur suffering frm depression. mayb cos u were eliminated frm jue dui superstar. hang on a sec...judging frm ur WONDERFUL ABILITIES, u probably were kicked out even b4 signing up for the competition! hahahaa!!! but seriously...it was bloody annoying. u gotta stop singing those damn stupid songs. ur 20 for god's sake. 20! twenty!!! TWENTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n when i tell u to shut up next time, pls listen. do not think im joking or clowning ard, cos IM NOT! i cud hv lost my temper today...but i controlled it. i really wanted to shove celin's waterbottle in ur mouth. anything to shut u up...it was really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess...u asked me y im complaining so much now? cos she was like that since last time n yet im only complaining now. its becos i seldom complain to u abt her. thats y. i've been complaining since day 1! gawd....ask fazlee, ask shidah. they shd noe. hahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall officially brand SHIYUN as an irritant. a pest. an annoying bugger! so pls....stop singing. it doesnt matter wad songs u sing, as long as u open ur mouth n start singing them, it becomes annoying. hahaha. i noe it sounds cruel...but im sori, gotta b frank on this. i dun wanna suffer another day like this. tho it has happened b4. just that today got a little outta control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no wonder u keep asking ppl whether ur gonna get married. if u continue doin stupid things like this...i bet men wud run. im already thinkin of running away. n pls stop saying that u can make me "rise"...that ur hot. gawd...wad the hell wud ppl think if they heard that? do not disgrace urself. seriously. it may b a joke, but if word gets out...it may not be a joke anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to even do stuff like that is gross. wad make me rise..............eeeeeeeeee. u make me rise????? ha! ha! ha! pls lah. i think watching discovery channel is more interesting. u make me rise.................right...........................so right...............................................now stop bugging me with gross n irrelevant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather fantasize abt that gal i met on the bus than let u make me rise, not that u can make me rise....it will nv happen...coming frm a person like u. haha. its like KAPUI.....not hooga-shasha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang...i gotta go have my dinner now. i shall stop here for today. remember irritant!! stop ur singing. u wanna sing? can....just not when im ard....cos u do it on purpose everytime im ard, u do that annoying thing..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdbye ppl....dinner beckons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111874781307529115?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111874781307529115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111874781307529115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-35-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 35 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111866277471338438</id><published>2005-06-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:39:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 34 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>its a beautiful day! actually, it aint. im lying. it was beautiful for only a mere 2 secs. ok ok..i was exaggerating. when i woke up, it was horrible. i just wanted to go back to slp.  but i had to give celin a wake up call, which she din reject. (she's supposed to reject my call, thats a sign that she's awake) then i left her a msg. n i drifted back to slp. my mum woke me up at 6.50am. dragged myself to the toilet for a shower. then complained abt wad i expected was gonna happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual whining, that im gonna be waiting for the supervisor. blah blah. just that i din nid to wait that long. he arrived at abt 10am? then he was mostly in the room today. that was the bleak part. yeah...bleak. it even started to rain abit. thats y it become bleak. with him ard the room, the temperature's extra low, n the surrounding's extra bleak....dull, boring, silent. he's mostly a kill-joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the happiest part of the day was just b4 i left. nope. not becos i was getting ready to leave the hell hole for home. cos i asked my supervisor over to my PC..n roughly gave him a brief description of wad i was gonna do. then he started to say his piece. then he was meddling ard with the project. honestly speaking, im not sure if this is the actual project yet. but frm the looks of it, n from wad he said just now...i think it is the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after he meddled with my stuff until abt 6.10pm, he started to get ready to pack up n stuff, mainly cos when he was compiling, the C++ program crashed. (hahahhahahahhaahhah!!!) so yeah..he was like "aiyah, crash again. nvm lah. u settle this thing tmr. btw ah, i will be on leave for the nx few days ah. so u must do ur best to do this program. erm...inform this guy..wads his name...sam. yah yah...inform sam abt it also. i try to come back tmr afternoon lah. cos i got to settle some stuff also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!!! u've guessed it! haha! that was the moment! pure bliss! i was trying sooo hard to control my laffter. i kept a straight face n pretended to ask him if i had any probs, is ther any other lecturers whom i can go to for help, he was shaking his head. so i put a disappointed look on my face..but deep down inside...i bet my guts were flying all over the place in celebration. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kewl...but i dunno how many days he'd b gone for lah. nvm. its gd to hear that he's taking leave. take more leave sir, id advise u to. the flu bug is goin ard...so u might wanna quarantine urself at home until the bug leaves our country. (which is like nv!! haaha) so while u quarantine urself, pls make sure all ur doors n windows n sealed shut, airtight. then go to the kitchen stove, n turn on the gas, then go to ur room, n take a nap, n soon u'd b in paradise. trust me on this sir...i wanted to go ther..just that i dun have gas to turn on. yeah. its a waste. but it'd be gd to help a fellow homo-sapien achieve this status, to achieve the experience of being in paradise. i wish u well sir. take care, enjoy ur journey...dun forget to pack more underwear sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaa. ok ok. that was mean. i dun wish for my supervisor to die! do i?? ask urself nash....do u really want mr koh to die? hmmmmmmmmmm.......hmmmmmmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaahhaah! ok ok. my mum's nagging now. i gotta go have dinner. n pray at the same time that mr koh does go to "paradise"....ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that my adek is sick. take care ah. haha. u guys too. take care of urselves. the flu bug is goin ard. ciao man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111866277471338438?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111866277471338438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111866277471338438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-34-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 34 of attachment n 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help lor. y i bother to wait when i can go complain to the project manager? hmm...that one, i cant answer it yet. maybe cos im afraid that the tables may turn against me. so i guess waiting is all i can do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have arrived at the end of wk7! wk8 commences the following monday. after which, we have 25 more days of suffering(im assuming that every1's suffering) to endure b4 we swap paths n continue with another 12 wks of suffering. lets just all pray that we wun be retained or anything. im just referring to the project path, cos its almost impossible to fail ur IAP. whereas for FYP, thers this slight chance that the unexpected may happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if u do not fail, u might have to stay back after 6pm to complete ur project for a period of time, which depends on u n how long u have to take to complete it. this scenario is for those who are terribly unlucky, like me. i may have to go thru that if i dun finish my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe some of u are thinkin that it does not matter whether or not u can finish the project, its the work attitude n effort that u put in. well, in my opinion, i think it matters of cos..but wat matters more is wer ur posted to. cos in my dept, thers no such thing. cant finish project? simple solution. stay back until u finish it. this was told straight in my face by my own supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think he's jokin? think im jokin? think again. the more i look at it....the more real it seems. yeah. im running outta time. my supervisor himself has no time to help me in watever small bumps that cross my path. so its like im in this shit all by myself. i had no idea y i was sent to this dept on day1...n i still do not have any idea watsoever y im here today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im probably not gonna noe y i was even sent to this dreaded dept at all. unless i bribe them to tell me the truth, tell me how the system works. anyways...make sure u guys remember the name of my dept. its IPG. frm ther...its split into 2 more grps...IPG-IE, and IPG-MVC. both are equally horrible. they are real industrial projects that u'd be working on. so its no joking matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the stress level in ther is unimaginable. even someone like me cant take it. i thot i had seen the last of intense pressure when we took our exams last sem. but last sem was nth compared to this. to tell u the truth, i'd rather go thru the whole of last sem all over again than take this path. this is how bad it is. it just sucks. i'd rather be designing websites, tho im not very gd in that. but it sure beats programming. esp programming using libraries u've nv even heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff like ippiStatus, cvCreateImageHeader, onCreate, InitDialog n stuff like that....i mean, i've nv come across this thing in my life....n im here readin bks regarding them. n i was readin for 6 wks, my project was meant to be given during the 5th wk. supervisor was still messing ard with it so it was delayed. wk6 came...n went by. wk7 came, i was told that it wasnt the right time to get the project, only for him to contradict wat he told me in the morning by saying that it was actually the right time to get the project....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get the project i did. actually, i dun even noe if this is the actual project. to me, it really seems like rubbish. when i got the program that my supervisor had been meddling with for 6 wks, it had 29 errors. now it doesnt have any errors, but it cant run at all. thers still smth wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my supervisor always "runs away" whenever i wanna ask him smth. n i end up waiting n waiting, emailing while waiting...goin out for breaks, have a gossip session in the back of the lab, get the nice lecturer to come over n tell us some stories...that guy is a nice dude man..seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's the only lecturer ther that i really like. he doesnt give two hoots abt wat ur doin. thats not true. he will tell u nicely lah. then he will just walk away n leave u alone. he's the type that closes one eye. but i think he's literally closing both his eyes at times. n when he starts talking, i think the only thing that can make him stop is when he loses his voice, or mayb if he just stops breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's done it a lot of times, suddenly telling us stories outta nower...a simple question directed at him, will result in a Q &amp; A session, followed by anecdotes...then he will go on talking n talking, until economic crisis...haha. like today. a lab mate asked me if i wanted to go eat, cos he was feelin hungry. im actually surprised he asked me to tag along. i went anyway..we left at like 4.05pm n came back at abt 4.40pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 we left, one of the girls in my dept went to that nice dude to ask a question abt some microchip...that was at 3.35pm. when we came back at 4.40pm...she was still ther talking to him. n he was telling her abt some malaysian shit which was totally not related to the microchip. then at abt 4.50pm...he let her off, n came by towards us guys who huddled together to chat. then he started to ask us a couple of questions. then i asked him wat car he drove cos the other time he started his story telling, it was becos one of the guys asked him wat car he drove...n he talked abt how someone scratched his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time, b4 he cud embark on another anecdote-adventure...i repeatedly asked him wat car he drove n wat model it was n stuff...he told me everything...much to the relief of every1. cos they were dying to find out wat car he owns. its a nissan latio. then after that he went on with his anecdotes. talked abt cars, then petrol, then bikes...then malaysia came into the picture, then MRT, bullet-trains....Japan...taxi-drivers, roads and their conditions...eating in malaysia...JB n its bad points...KL...Penang...Shenton way n orchard...still got some other stuff...all that in a mere 40 mins. kewl huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he signed out for us n told us to enjoy the weekend n not do silly stuff. he smiled n we smiled back....how i wish he was the supervisor of OUR LAB....that wud b so kewl. we bade him gdbye, walked out n started sniggering n making fun of him by saying that he went off-course again....but it was kewl n every1 kinda enjoyed it, n he helped kill time. so yeah. every1 was happy. n we went our separate ways......hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111841407075061399?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111841407075061399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111841407075061399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-33-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 33 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111832086741875417</id><published>2005-06-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:41:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 31 n 32 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>ooooook. firstly i'd like to apologise for not blogging last night. it kinda slipped my mind n i was too tired to even realise that i was not blogging. anyways, nth much happened yst. just that i was wasting the whole day in the stupid lab waiting n waiting for my supervisor to appear. did i mention that time passed really slow? i tell u, if i knew wat was makin time pass so slow, i'd freakin do smth abt it. hahahaa! yes! project life is makin me go mad! im a full-blown sadist on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mums and dads, pls lock ur children up in ur rooms n huddle up with them when u hear me screaming n banging at ur front door. ok! enuf! day 31 was stupid! everything that happened then was stupid! in fact...everything that happened in project life in my puny lab thats labelled boring by celin n shiyun, is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that the ppl in my lab are stupid, cos that makes me stupid too. to hang ard with stupid ppl...u noe? hahaa. it kinda makes u become one too. indirectly of cos. chill out stupid ppl! im not insulting u! yes!!! im talking abt u, greg! hahaha. we all miss ur stupidity! hahaha. ok...im praying that greg doesnt noe abt our blog. hehe. relak ah greg, its just a joke. u can take jokes right? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the time when i volleyed the paperball into ur face, hehehee. that was a joke too. it didnt make u lose ur eyesight wat. so its still safe. chill ah freak? ok? haha. i wonder if ur still stroking ur frens. gosh...seriously man...tho every1 is like avoiding u, we somehow miss having u ard. its just missing all the poking fun at u, the insulting u parts, the humiliating u parts. yeah. haha. ok. im bad. i noe. "im goin to hell...who's coming with me??" (if u've heard eminem's my dad's gone crazy, u'd find those words very familiar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, regarding day 32...still abt the same old shit. i think my supervisor's getting suspicious of me taking extra long breaks. sam smsed me twice today...telling me that "sir's back"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme a break mr receding-hairline-who's-too-busy-to-even-give-a-damn-abt-ur-students-and-goin-for-courses-are-more-impt-than-students-who-nid-ur-help-badly!! gosh....today, sam got a call frm his manager at PUB. n the manager was asking him when he's coming back to the company to resume his work. so sam got excited n stuff, then he started asking me - once he hung up of cos - whether i knew if he'd be posted back to his PUB or will be posted to another company for attachment. then i said i hv no idea, better to ask the ppl in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he asked for permission frm our supervisor to go look for his mentor. then his mentor asked him to find the course manager...who asked im to find someone else. then he came back n said that he required documentation if PUB did ask him to go back ther for attachment. so he emailed his manager at PUB, asking for the documentation n he was like running ard. our supervisor noticed that he was like running all over the place...so he asked...."oei! y u look so stressed? wat happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think deep down inside both of us, we were thinking of the same thing at the same time. i was thinkin to myself, the one who's stressed is U...". i dunno if sam was thinkin the same thing, cos when the supervisor said that, we were both lookin at each other n smiling. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that sam came frm the same primary n secondary sch as me? kewl huh? he's my senior!! tho its like 8 yrs. means when i was like in pri1, he's in sec2 or 3. yup...i noe those teachers that used to teach him....i mean only a handful lah. n i dunno if i mentioned b4 that the both of us are rather similar in character...explosive, violent, stuff like that. its like he's my twin! sori adek, this twin is diff. cos ur female, n sam's male. tho he's 8 yrs older than me....haha...its like we're the same? haha. i just feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rather coincidental how similar in character we are. its like i c myself in 10 yrs time, when i look at him. n he sees himself when he was younger when he looks at me. haha. he did mention it to me the other time, when i lost my temper n started on a barrage of vulgarities, all becos my program wasnt working. he said that i was exactly like him when he was younger, at my age. haha. then he said that he wonders if i wud be like him when i reach his age. haha. weird fella lah. but its really kewl how we managed to click n become frens so fast. its like just 7 wks together. i only got to talk to him during wk2 or 3. so its like a month of noeing one another n we're like gd frens already. haha. so kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today, like i've mentioned....boring. no point talking abt it. btw, i heard that my other adek, jieying, is being bullied in her company. erm, i doubt she'd read our blog, but here goes nth anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jieying ah...if got ppl bully u ther...just go complain. complain to ur supervisor, complain to ur LO...complain to any1 n every1. any1 who makes ur life a living hell, or makes things difficult for u, bully u or wadever...just come find me. i will give them a taste of their own medicine. i noe the lecturers told us not to get involved in office politics n just focus on our jobs...but being treated unjustly is a totally different thing. so stand up for urself...show that u are one who aint easily bullied. ppl respect u for wad ur capable of...show that ur capable of fighting back. show that u are not one who takes things lying down. remember wad i've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norahs, maybe u'd be reading this...if u do, pls do get in touch with JY...n do give her a nudge in the right direction. as frens, we all shd be helping one another. remember! if any of u face any problems or difficulty at work, feel free to pour out ur sorrows to me. if u nid any help in anything wadsoever...feel free to come to me. i'd surely help out if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, u guys take care alright? take care of urselves ah! ciao ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111832086741875417?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111832086741875417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111832086741875417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-31-n-32-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 31 n 32 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111821892192395233</id><published>2005-06-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:22:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A follow up..</title><content type='html'>well.. had a short meeting with our manager.. a reasonable chap.. listened to us.. told us not to worry.. he's actually pretty glad that we told him wat hapen frm OUR side of view. he assured us that everything's ok so far but i can tell that he's kinda hiding stuffs frm us.. yah.. but aniwae all of us felt beta lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey... i still hate the ppl here ok! no doubt abt it.. 'ppl' as in those gossip-ers in the company. aiyah.. jus hate all la.. aha.. make it simple la.. well.. told our manager that its not tt we dun wan to do work but der's nth for us to do.. hmm.. nt long after... task came flowin in... firstli was the lame search we ned to do.. find certain models to check if der's expansion slots or radio or wateva.. lame la.. i tell u... dey're jus throwin things at us to make sure we're quiet.. so nvm.. aniwae i managed to finish dis nonsense.. but in the midst of doin dis search.. my supervisor emailed another colleague to ask him if dey ned help from the IAs. i jus felt tt its nt rite la.. as if we PURPOSELY forcing u to giv us work.. make us feel ly fools lor.. seriousli.. my supervisor kinda PMS 1. mayb he unhapi lor.. den purposeli do dis kind of things. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dis world so funi 1? reli feel ly luffin at all these ppl lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out,&lt;br /&gt;jes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111821892192395233?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111821892192395233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111821892192395233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/follow-up.html' title='A follow up..'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111814406183013027</id><published>2005-06-07T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:34:21.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 30 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>day 30. a nice number. nice day too. remember my previous post? i mentioned that my supervisor wudnt be ard after 9am. he really wasnt. in fact, he wasnt ard for the whole day! hahahhaa. rejoice!!!! siao ah! rejoice for wad? crazy bunch of idiots. just cos i said rejoice doesnt mean u all really gotta rejoice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejoice rejoice...that stupid shampoo. hhahahaa. haiyo...today, practically rotted the whole day away. was "done" with my troubleshooting of the foundation program that the supervisor did with me yst. reduced it frm 48 errors to 4 errors. n i was stuck frm ther since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i gotta seek help frm him tml. im mentally prepared to get a scolding frm him, cos wad i've done isnt much actually. haha. nvm lah. i dun understand wads goin on anyways. the intel library is as confusing as confusing can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was stupid...laffter was aplenty. coming frm shiyun! of all ppl huh? haha. she laffed for a record 35mins. non-stop! yeah. i can hear ur "wad?!"s, n "huh?!"s now....haha. celin was the subject of a cruel joke for a moment today. talked abt computers n processor speeds. haha. then it went to dinosaurs. lame lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun really wanna explain it...cos it really makes no sense. anyways, i gotta go hv my dinner now. haha. cya guys ard! lookin forward to sunday! haahaa. stress-relieving day! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111814406183013027?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111814406183013027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111814406183013027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-30-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 30 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111813442755545567</id><published>2005-06-07T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:53:47.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling of Being Accused</title><content type='html'>let me start off by saying afew words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nin na beh! cheebye! workin wif the ppl here sux to e core.. we hav so mani fucking buggers working here who lys to backstab ppl.. well.. lets c who can luff last. who will b the bunch of ass holes to roll or trip whn climbing e stairs. my supervisor n manager are ok. jus tt the ppl are backstabbin us n complainin to em.. i noe tt dey blive us bt der's always those cheebye fuckers ard to "spice" up our lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those fuckbag,&lt;br /&gt;MAY U ROT IN HELL.. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if all of u are curious abt wat hapen.. orite.. i shall let u guys in a'lil..&lt;br /&gt;a brief 1.. if u wan a elaborate version, ask me on sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue No.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. lets begin wif our department. Irene n i are under the ISPD-phone testing team (PTT)while Zuraidah n Candace are under the Content Management team (CMT). yah.. both are under diff supervisors. As u wld hav known now, i'm dealing wif handsets n dey're either kept in boxes or envelopes. so once fine day, we went for lunch but i left the boxes on the desk.. but dey're empty boxes. yah.. dun wori.. handphones are all locked in the drawers. ok.. my bad for 4gttin but whn we came bck from lunch, all the boxes disappeared.. well... it was found that it was the "friendli" colleagues frm the CMT who got us into trouble. still can gather gather at one corner n luff. tink wat!? play masa masa izt? cheebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue No. 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah.. it hapened recentli. we usuali conduct Fri mornin WAP check whr we loan the phones out to do the test. so we had to draw the K750i phone out. well.. inside tt freakin box, hav the usual stuffs plus 1 'duno-wat-kind-of-memory-card' inside.. n we dint noticed.. actuali all of us duno lor.. so yah.. after we returned the phone, the old Hag told us tt the 'god-damn-wats-e-name-card' was missing. we were clueless... all we did was loan the phone.. tts all.. who cares abt wat card.. its a new phone that havnt launch.. so u tell me la.. wats e pt of us tking it? e whole freakin office treat us as thieves ok! fuck! cheebye! sumor dare to tell us tt onli 4 of us n another 2 perm staffs use the phones.. n so!?!? wat u tryin to tell us!? tt we took it!? fucker!! if i wan to tk, i oso will tk the GOD-DAMN fone!!! tk the freakin useless card for wat sake!?!? all of us hav clear conscience lor! cum check la! na boo ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue No.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! dis jus hapen 2dae! n all of us are freakin pissed off! i tink u guys shld noe my character by now. i dun ly to b accused of things tt i dint do.. well.. sum cheebyes complained to the manager tt we're playin games. DO THEY UNDERSTAND THE TERM 'lunchtime'? are u all so hardworkin tt after u return frm lunch, its straight bck to work? ask ur conscience la.. go lunch oso go longer dan us.. cum to work oso cum LATER than me.. cheebye! sudenli i rem! freakin pissed now! yah as i was saying, arent all e perm staffs not doin so? are dey all saints? kan nin nah! cheebye!!! use MSN sumor.. if we were to complain, all of em will jus die lo. not as if we all din c em doin it lor. those backstabbers beta freakin watch out! if dey tink tt by hidin behind the puny cubicles will help den 4gt it. we can c frm here. u mother fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. shall stop.. if u all wan to noe the details... Sunday ah..&lt;br /&gt;feelin even more pissed of every minute... argh! chee bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sori for all the foul languages... i'm veri pissed... haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111813442755545567?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111813442755545567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111813442755545567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-of-being-accused.html' title='The Feeling of Being Accused'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111806304957474721</id><published>2005-06-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:04:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 29 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>Lemme sum up my 29th day of project in two words. Totally fucked-up. Its the 7th week for me. U guys as well. The longer this drags on, the more fucked I feel, and the more certain it seems that I'm gonna have to stay back to complete the project. I just can't take this shit anymore. 6 weeks of reading and its still not enough? How many more weeks does he want me to waste on material which is boring enough to make my hyper-active cousin move on to dreamland? My cousin is unable to read at the moment by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed this morning. I'm still pissed. But not as bad as 4 hours before. The worst PMS mode for today was during 1.30pm to about 4pm. Even Sam was smart enough to dogde the fireballs seemingly coming out of my eyes whenever he looked at me. For the first time, he was the one telling me to relax instead of the other way round. My lab-mates, they just haven't seen the real me yet. I did not reveal my true self to them. I'm hiding behind this facade, this fake character that I forced myself to portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that there was no need to show them who I really am. It'll probably scare them away. Anyway, Sam somehow knows when to leave me alone, and when to joke around with me. He was telling the rest to leave me alone for the time being because I wasn't in the mood to joke around today. So everyone minded their own business and did their stuff, leaving me out of gossips. Only when I interrupt them, then they speak to me. Other than that, I was taking deep breaths and sighing angrily most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not explain what made me so angry. It will just dampen my mood further. I do not feel like sleeping tonight. But I know its impossible. My body is screaming for me to jump into bed but my mind is bellowing that I should go dress in all-black, prepare my haversack with the necessary weapons (like the biggest spanner u can ever imagine, a sledgehammer, 3000V of electricity stored in a simple handphone charger ready to be released when u plug it in, not forgetting my friend kelvin, who always accompanies me when I'm dreaming of crazy, violent things like this, just that this time he's gonna accompany me for real instead of in dream-mode), then its time to go to Jason mode, hacking and slashing. Who's the target? Its obvious ain't it? My supervisor of course. But i won't be doing this now. I shall do this after week 12. That's provided he pulls me back for the project extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go now. Its time for TV! I shall try to update more tml. Till then, u guys take care. Do not, i repeat, DO NOT! DO NOT WISH TO COME BACK TO SCHOOL! DO NOT MISS SCHOOL! Ok Norahs? Haha. Hope ur reading this. I really hate wishing that wish that time. It sucks real bad. Maybe its just my department. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111806304957474721?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111806304957474721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111806304957474721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-29-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 29 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111805072191121051</id><published>2005-06-06T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:38:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is GETTING boring each day.... *yawns*</title><content type='html'>hello guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2dae is another "fruitful" for me.. yah.. dun b confused... i'm still gettin paid for doin NTH.. cool rite? haha.. lookin at all those buggers n slaves sloggin their guts out while i can sit here n enjoy the monotony of clickin, typing..... everything seems so dead to me.. as days get by.. probabli cos we're IAs.. n dey'll only pass stuffs to us whn der's stuffs for us to meddle ard wif. yah.. tts hw life is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark started workin at RotiBoy (Boonlay Shoppin Centre) last tues. yah.. full time ok.. his 1 mth pay is more den mine by 1 fold.. best rite? hai.. but the downside is i onli get to c him once a wk.. n its nt cfm which day he'll off. yah.. workin 6 days a wk.. so guys, alot of compromise to do ar.. did told u guys tt hav to find a way to compromise b4.. but tt part was for my grandma side... hahah.. okok lets c hw it goes... oh well.... i was tinking abt the amt of time we used to meet up.. hai.. all i can say is saddness... haha.. well nvm.. tk dis as a practise for NS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. gues wat! i went to the bird park yst! haha! saw the penguins n puffins! omg! dey're freakin cute to the core! u guys shld tk a walk dwn these days.. relax urself a'lil.. yup.. so went for the birds' show... pretty cool... parrots tt tok n sing jap songs.. some who are able to play basketball.. steady pom pi pi!! woooowwooo!! der's dis PMS parrot yst. refused to perform the proper tricks n flew up to the tree top, ard the ampitheatre etc.. haha.. didnt noe tt parrots hav PMS days too... ar! lucky it dint shit while it was flying above us, if nt i will freaking pull out all its feathers! hehe.. u noe, yst i was ly freakin paranoid.. kep lokin out for "surprises" that mite drop on my head n i will go.... 'oh!! SHIT!! eeee!!' yah so everywhr i went, i was walking pretty fast.. hahaha.. if i wanted to sit dwn, i had to chk out the area for any previous marks or stains of bird shit! haha.. it was fun though but i was silentli enjoying myself.. hehe.. while i was der, Clark kept checkin the "tourist's guide" for directions... i was pretty pai seh.. n told him tt we shld jus pretend to b frm China or wateva... haha.. for the fun of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... Nash was freakin furious jus nw whn he emailed us... but he hasnt replied yet.. well.. probabli becos he managed to get into a fight wif the supervisor n he's on the way to the hospital or mayb he's still arguin now.. to get his proj frm the F-bugger~ or mayb.......... well....... erm... e network's down again... as usual... well Nash, if u read dis, pls kep me posted of the current situation ar.. did u managed to get ur proj n stuffs.. pls tk care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jes____adek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111805072191121051?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111805072191121051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111805072191121051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/work-is-getting-boring-each-day-yawns.html' title='Work is GETTING boring each day.... *yawns*'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111780900209261742</id><published>2005-06-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:30:02.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 28 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>wad can i say today? its a friday man! rejoice ppl! rejoice! go paint the town red! burn down ur hse! slash ur wrists! slit ur throats!! haha. ok ok. i was joking. dun do anything stupid ok? we shd be celebrating the coming weekend instead of hurting ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, since today is a friday, i slacked thru the damn day. yes! i admit that i did nth today! n i bloody proud of myself! haahhaahahahhahahahaha! so to hell with the bloody project for today! yes! that was my freakin objective. maybe i shd write it out in my weekly report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Objectives of the week: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - pretend to read wadever the supervisor asked me to read...but main objective here is to email my frens. sadly, the network was down so emailing was halted abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - network was still down when i came in early in the morning so plans to email were obviously outta the question. was making plans to leave early for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - found out that the interim presentation was tml. made plans to find the supervisor and discuss the presentation n powerpoint slides that i was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - finish the presentation and then slack ard for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - slack for the day, dun do anything. dun get caught slacking. try to waste as much time during breaks as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Objectives achieved for the week: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - pretend to read of cos...i've been pretending ever since wk1. of cos ther were times when i really was reading. those were the times when i drooled on the material i was reading. its boring to read for the whole day, and a normal person would surely fall aslp. emailing was done only in the morning. after lunch, network crashed, so cannot email. mission half complete n aborted after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - as mentioned above in objectives of the week...the network was still down. so obviously cannot email right? email is like my objective for every other day. so, objective not met. hence the plan to leave early came abt. that objective was however achieved. left at 1430hrs instead of 1800hrs. woo! pat on the back for nash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - finished my powerpoint in 10 mins. produced 5 slides of rubbish. pure rubbish. network was up n running, so emailing was done. supervisor was nowhere to be found. probably scrubbing his backside in some secluded toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - presented my interim shit...i now realise that wadever was written in those slides were not wad my supervisor told me, as i claimed to the lecturer whom i presented to. hehehehe. slacked for the rest of the day, pretended to read. then supervisor came in n gave me new shit to read. goal was to pretend to read for the rest of the wk. goal achieved for the rest of the day tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - slacker's day! every1 dun have the mood to do project. so gossip grps were set up and soon, membership increased ten-fold. officially a proud member of the men's gossip club held in the lab S428 or 429...in the back of the lab where its mostly junk. thats where we hide ourselves n gossip. the past week, i WAS the gossip. so yeah...still am the gossip for this week cos of some fella we call triple "Y". gossip topic shall not be displayed here for it is not an objective. so, slacking objective was met with tremendous satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;supervisor's comments:&lt;/s&gt; student's comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate my project, i hate my supervisor. i hate the rest of the lecturers in our project department. if u guys ever get into IPG department, GET OUTTA THER!!!!!!! it may be IPG-IE, or IPG-MVC....either one....it begins with IPG u c....so, GET OUT! APPEAL! even if cant appeal, try to appeal! if it still doesnt work, then threaten to kill urself. if that doesnt work, then threaten to kill the project manager. if that doesnt work, then threaten to scratch his or her car so bad, that he/she's gonna cry so hard like he/she nv cried b4. dun ask me how to make he/she cry so hard...think abt it urself. and if that doesnt work still, then i think u shd quit sch. if somehow it doesnt work too, then i think its time to take ur life. hahhaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, all of the above is just a moment of madness frm the brilliant mind of kerusi 2. brilliant eh? u aint seen brilliant yet. wahahhaha! im just kiddin yah? just lettin a lil bit of stress out. enjoy guys...take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111780900209261742?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111780900209261742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111780900209261742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-28-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 28 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111772149103398760</id><published>2005-06-02T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:11:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 27 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>today was a fucked up day. i mean, overall. more like towards the end. the word 'fuck' cudnt get anymore fucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interim presentation in the morning at 1010hrs...breezed thru it with the usual cock talking. was told by the lecturer in charge of overseeing my presentation that i had to get to my supervisor and get him to gimme the project asap. SOON, was the word he emphasized. so yeah...my supervisor happened to pop his head like after our presentation for a short while n i took the chance to tell him that i was done reading wad he asked me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he told me that he wud discuss the project with me later. later indeed. at abt 1600hrs, he arrived in the lab...then he was busy explaining shit to some guy, the guy is malay, n he's fuckin cocky. arrogance surrounds his face. anyways, after that the supervisor discussed the project with me...talk talk talk...explained the thingy all over...then asked me to read some shit...AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he talk talk talk...until ard 530pm...then he let slip that if we dun finish our projects, we gotta stay back. i mean, wad the freakin hell is that supposed to mean? u gimme the project like during wk6/7...then gimme 5/6 wks to finish it???? wad the fuck is this???? nin nabeh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now make me so fuckin stressed. i dun wanna delay my graduation cos of some shit that i dunno how i got into, n i totally dun enjoy doin this shit when im supposedly supposed to choose a project that i like, so that i somehow enjoy wad im doin. how do u choose from a list of projects that u hate? as in u hate all the projects listed ther....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe y i hate them? its becos i've nv heard of such shit.....i've nv even learned abt anything regarding those stupid projects. yes, some of them require C++. but i dun think u guys have heard of MFC, let alone used it. bloody freakin hell. somemore they assigned this project to me. basket. "make sure u choose smth that u like." thats wad they said to me...but did i choose this? NO! do i like it? NO! do i wanna stay back cos of some freakin project that i din choose n totally hate? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dun bloody drag me down with this shit ok, bloody supervisor!!! basket...dun make me grab that metal camera stand n swing it in ur face man....i'll fuckin do it if u get unreasonable with me. i'll enjoy doin this one thing tho....thats rearranging ur face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh!! im too pissed to even go on...bloody hell. dayang told me her sis said smth abt not finishing the project aint that impt, as long as the effort u put in is ther....compare that to wad i've heard today...the whole thing is contradictive man....i dunno who to believe. im not in a gd position to risk anything now. true, i shd risk smth....but it doesnt seem worthwhile. mayb i'll just go with the flow for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thers another thing i wanna highlight. my supervisor said that he wanna monitor my progress at this current stage. so if im progressing ok, n i dun finish this project...wad will happen to me? the monitoring my progress part sounds like wad dayang's sis said. abt them noeing that u've been putting in the effort, therefore u wun fail. abt the not finishing the project part...thats the part that was blown into my brains at 530pm today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!! I NEED A PROGRAMMING EXPERT BADLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANYONE WHO UNDERSTANDS MFC, OPENCV, AND A CERTAIN INTEL LIBRARY CALLED IPP, PLEASE DO CONTACT ME. IM REALLY AT MY WITS NOW.....IF I HAD TO PULL OUT HAIR EVERYTIME I FELT LIKE FUCK, THEN I'D BE HAIRLESS NOW. YES!! EVEN DOWN THER TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111772149103398760?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111772149103398760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111772149103398760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-27-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 27 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10497046.post-111762853558175599</id><published>2005-06-01T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:25:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 26 of attachment n project</title><content type='html'>The following report that you are about to read is purely fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Please enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Debut Performance From Defiant Members of da Furnichers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a local rock band was celebrating its one-year anniversary together. It was a year ago today that they got together and started this thing they called "a crazy thing we're going to do before we all graduate". Thus, they took the name that they gave themselves when they were back in Year 2 in Nanyang Polytechnic, doing their Diploma in Multimedia and Infocomm Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original group consisted of five members - Shidah (lead guitarist/vocals), Fazlee (bassist), Jessie (keyboards/vocals), Nash (drums) and Shiyun (One-man audience/No. 1 fan). Conflicts were aplenty within the group. With such defiant members surrounding you, you'd begin to wonder if the group would ever make it as a whole band, let alone reach the heights of fame and glory that a rock band should achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at first glad and proud to receive an invitation to catch them in the studio recording their songs, playing "live". But none of that coolness and professionalism that we expected, greeted us when we arrived at the recording studio. We were of course greeted and were warmly received by the band themselves, made small chat along the way to the recording studio. Along the way, vulgarities kept spewing out of the drummer's mouth as if he had a crowbar forced between his mouth to keep it open and was paid like $1000 for every word of vulgarity that he used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So free was the language that he used and rattled, that it was as if someone had stepped on his toes that day. I hate to imagine his bad day. So Nash left a lasting first impression as the walking, living vulgarity itself. While the girls were being girls as usual, it soon became clear that they themselves were hiding behind the many masks that they put on their faces, on their characters. Jessie, for one, is more of a guy than a girl. Loud and unabashed, she strikes me as a man trapped within a woman's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite for Nash though. He may seem very vulgar on the outside, but he has this feminine side which he seldom shows to outsiders. Only close friends know what is really going on in his mind. I managed to get a glimpse of a very feminine feature of his though, his "char-bor" fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shidah on the other hand, is just a wild and wacky girl. Having fun is her number one priority it seems. She never fails to have that smile on her face. Fazlee, being the oldest member, would seem like he's the one taking care of all of them. Unfortunately, he is one who behaves like someone half his age. The saying, old in age but young at heart, fits this guy to a 'T'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short walk to the studio and we witnessed plenty of events unfolding right before our eyes. "Fights" between the self-proclaimed "siblings" were happening as often as we needed to inhale. One minute they were laughing away at a crude joke or a sarcastic remark, and the next they were shoving and punching one another on the arms. What a lively band. At that point of time, everything was beginning to feel like a dream come true. Crazy band, crazy members, psycho atmosphere. What could go wrong? Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes into their first song, everything went horribly wrong. Shidah apologised, saying that it was a usual warm up routine. So they went at it again. Pieces was the song, the cover was from Sum41. As they started off the second time, it became obvious that Fazlee and Nash were staring at each other. Fazlee had this nutty look on his face and Nash, for the first time since I've seen him, appeared scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to the part when the drums came in. Everything was going well at the moment. The bassist stopped playing. The rest continued playing like everything was normal. Then, like a blur, Fazlee whizzed past Jessie towards Nash and shoved him off the drums. So now, we could only hear Shidah and Jessie doing their parts. The bass was gone, the drum beats were gone. Fazlee and Nash were on the ground wrestling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazlee managed to get away from Nash, and he did the unthinkable. We had no idea that he could play the drums. Maybe he could all along, we were about to find out the most incredible thing about this band that would change our impression of them. Wacky? Yes. But what we did not expect was craziness. It brought about a whole new meaning in that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazlee took his place on the drums, grabbing hold of the sticks while Nash was on the floor, obviously too tired to even get up after the wrestling match. Then, instead of continuing the beat, he started hitting this weird rhythm that somehow reminded me of a chinese funeral. After he hit that, everyone started to laugh and all of them eventually ended up on the ground rolling. While we held our breath and kept our mouths open in disbelief, they apologised for the dismay and claimed that this happened frequently during their recording sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to leave an impression. After that minor hiccup, they proceeded to play their song properly. It was gd. For a band that was formed within like days, and with members who totally did not know how to play any instruments, they trained and practiced for a year before they got to where they are today. I'd say that they're probably gifted, or they just have too much time on their hands. Be sure to watch out for them!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...that crap shit u've just read, it was done for fun. i dunno. i kinda din really find it that funny. it may seem funny to some of u only. like a minority. maybe like shidah? haha. anyways, its just me daydreaming abt us. haha. i kinda took out some funny shit. din wanna make it long n draggy. yeah. today was daydream day! u've guessed it. haha. my network was back, emailed the whole day, surfed net the whole day. attended some stupid briefing. went home. sitting here writing nonsense. n im gonna log off in 2 mins. cya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerusi 2 - nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10497046-111762853558175599?l=df12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111762853558175599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10497046/posts/default/111762853558175599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://df12.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-26-of-attachment-n-project.html' title='day 26 of attachment n project'/><author><name>da_Furnichers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158434010546949716</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></entry></feed>
