<?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-7678451</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:46:29.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complications, life and......</title><subtitle type='html'>22*a female*3rd Dec*digs sunflowers*anything purple* collects bags*highly iritable @ the time of the month*constant conversationalist*ms.Saggitarius*awes@sunsets*constantly jet-sets*cravings for shoes*calamaris@fish.n.co*easily forgives*VeRy cluMsy*bO0kWorm*penchant for accessories*weakness for donation boxes*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-110034769125264744</id><published>2004-11-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T01:31:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eid mubarak2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eid mubarak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;since the people who only reads my posts are really my best and/or good friends, here's wishing all of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA &amp;amp; MAAF ZAHIR BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*what i'd give to be able to be there on raya night!!!! jeez. hehe... u guys have fun, enjoy the holidays, eat and be merry, and be thankful for everything you have. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and... remember me in your prayers too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-110034769125264744?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110034769125264744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=110034769125264744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/110034769125264744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/110034769125264744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/eid-mubarak2.html' title='eid mubarak2'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-110034720923376753</id><published>2004-11-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T01:30:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eid mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;last day of ramadhan, n a tribute to the people i love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its close to 1pm here, but i'd already heard my fave takbir raya, on the phone, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with mum's sobbing as the foreground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; its abit past buka on e last day of ramadhan in singapore now. haiz. n i'm not there at the dining table at home, with them. n mum's cooking. HAIZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i tink today's not such a gd day for emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; hehe. i thot i wouldnt cry, that i'd be composed calling homeup, but mum, upon hearing my voice, burst into sobs, n couldnt speak. n me, being me, burst into bigger sobs till I cant speak. how abt that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so she passed the phone to ajeeb. who was tryin to hide his sadness, by askin me so many questions abt work. n Dad, didnt even wana get on the phone, cos he will burst into even bigger sobs on hearing his darling daughter's voice!!!! they are soooo missing the only crazy woman, daughter n sister this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n i'm missing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*now u noe whr i get my idiosyncrasies from?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-110034720923376753?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110034720923376753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=110034720923376753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/110034720923376753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/110034720923376753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='eid mubarak'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-110003627376044341</id><published>2004-11-10T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T01:29:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; am here. i am safe. thanks for your care and concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;abit tired these few days, trying to keep up with training and orientation n shite. n the changes in weather, and new friends, and missing home n old friends. so this will be a short one. till i catch my breath. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i am surviving ya'all. :p alhamdulillah. may HE guide me thru these times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* to all those closer to me, ned ayu yotz.. so sory for not informin u guys. i do have my reasons, i hope u guys wont kill me when i get back thr. am so sorry for makin ya'all worry. n ayu, ur tears for my departure, i will always remember. i love u, gona always be here for you, the distance won't matter. u noe my number babe. ned, u're stronger. help me look aftr her. ;p god bless u guys. insya allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*raya is comin. ja aint lookin forward to it. ja's gona cryon tat very day. i jus noe it. haizzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-110003627376044341?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/110003627376044341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=110003627376044341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/110003627376044341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/110003627376044341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-here.html' title='im here.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109955171962237461</id><published>2004-11-04T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:01:59.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im glad i went</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm glad i went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;date/day: 02.11.04, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;time: 7.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;venue: baghdad st - a somewhat small cafe - samar (pronounced the arab way- as taught by mim - it is 'samerrrrrrr') *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;theme: arabic everything. from the menu, to the lighting, to the sit-on-the carpet style dining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;occasion: iftar-cum-gathering of the longlost brady bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;attendance: 7 guys, 2 girls. 8 ex-dunmanites, n 1 out of place lyndalam. *lol lol lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me n lynda rchd afew mins aftr buka. hehe. hey even the cabbie didnt noe whr the plc was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1st impression - cosy place, very arab lor. we sat on an elevated platform-like corner, on carpets and surrounded by cushions. nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the food for 1 person was enough for 3 of me. maybe 4. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*i didnt know arabs were such big-eaters*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;becks, a non-vege eater, ordered something which came full of vege. lol. mim had this drink.. zaki called it susu-unta (camel's milk... *lol*) which i think had abt 10 gallons of honey in it. lynda had a 'bin laden' &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*lol lol lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they even had sheesha - apple flavoured!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it was a nice, light-hearted gathering... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*kudos n thx to mr riadi for the organization :p*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;overdose of zaki's madness at the table. mim n hafiz's frenzy with camera phones. lynda's paranoia with riadi. one of the guys getting married!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of us trying to catch up on what's been happening in everyone else's life. been veryyyyy long since we had one, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*everyone said so, so its not just me being sentimental horkay!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;time flew by.. very fast. we didnt even know it was already 11pm when it came..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*prolly the last time i see em till 6 mths latr.. so i kinda didnt expect it to be over so fast... :( *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*at certain points during the night i just sat back n just observed em.. topics came n went, the most popular was marriage.. :p my friends have all matured, with time. in some ways i saw the mischievous, rowdy boys i soooo knew n during sec skool, in other ways, i see em in a different light. the same boys who had once shared textbooks, soccer matches, crushes and almost everything schooly with, are the very men that i am seeing in front of me. hard to explain aint that? some changes were visible, others not...  @ the end of the day, all thanks and praises to HIM for being able to bring us together on that simple night. might not mean much to some, but it meant a whole lot to me...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109955171962237461?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109955171962237461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109955171962237461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109955171962237461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109955171962237461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-glad-i-went.html' title='im glad i went'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109920424051052318</id><published>2004-10-31T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:58:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday mornin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sunday morning gibbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;made a promise to get up bright n early this morning for class @ jamiyah. ned told em its gona be the last one till aftr raya. besides, i havent met ned in awhile! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he was intrestingly hilarious, as usual. an absolutely refreshing way to spend a sunday morning. ned was helping me with translations, and hidden meanings. hehe dunoe what i'm gona do w/o her beside me in class, really. ned's girls dayah n aza were thr too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;trudged along with em to geylang pasar aftr that for a short while, one of em had to exchange something she bought.. yeah yeah, ja went on her 1st trip to geylang afterall. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tho it was just a short one, and the sun didn't show us any mercy...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then... the shopping frenzy started for the 3 of em... tudungs la, baju punjab la... haiyo. n ja looks on..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sedih abit lor, so many things i see that i cant wait to get my hands on, but since i'm abt leaving.. why waste money right????* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then ja thot abt missing the last few days of ramadhan. the madness of cleaning up the house, the kecoh-ness of the bazaar &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the pakcik trying his best to make mum buy fake flowers lol*, &lt;/span&gt;the grimy-ness of making kuihs, the feeling of satisfaction at the curtains well put up. n the religious songs heard on the last buka, which ja has this absolute madness for.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*i dunoe why they make me feel very peaceful somehow*&lt;/span&gt; hehe. so many things i'll be missing lor.... hai z haiz haiz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sat home in a cab with em, giggles on their 'irc' days. lol. zaman bila tu eh?? ja kept mum mainly coz she wasnt really into the 'irc' zaman. hehe. funnie how the 3 of em got connected thru chatting, and eventually became 'real' frens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonders. :&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109920424051052318?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109920424051052318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109920424051052318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109920424051052318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109920424051052318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunday-mornin.html' title='sunday mornin.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109920317637402811</id><published>2004-10-31T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:55:56.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how many crossroads are there in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ja's definition of crossroad:- a point in your life where u sit and stare at 2 split roads, either or. which would you choose? each has their fair share of challenges n joys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so how many are there in one's life? can there be more than one? n how do u make that very important decision, for you noe the road you choose will not have any u-turns. choose, and never regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm.. something for u peeps to ponder on? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*and btw, this has nuthg to do with my job thingie... more to an overall LIFE thing. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109920317637402811?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109920317637402811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109920317637402811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109920317637402811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109920317637402811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/crossroads.html' title='crossroads.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109897227683697061</id><published>2004-10-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:13:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>n yet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when the nurse calls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my hp rang this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'leen, i'm calling from So n So clinic. your tests results are ready. you have to come down for us to explain the tests results to you. also, you need to take another immunity jab&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*after this word whatever she said doesnt make sense already lor*...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;aftr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;bblah blah blah yada yada yada... see u later, bye.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i started day-maring &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*day-dream, night-mare.. day-mare, getiit??? LOL im lame, i noe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;day-dream,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... abt needles. AGAIN??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*nyah tak cukup2 ker korang inject aku dpd tuesday, campur ni dah 4, 5 kali tau nyahhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so off i went trudging along orchard rd whr the clinic was sometime during the aftnn. haiz. rch onli, lucky no queue. then the doc called my name. went in. jeng jeng jeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the needle was already on her table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n the rest, as they say is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ja rchd home, with a fever.. AGAIN. mum told me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;'mummy dah agak dah, muker kau mesti balik sakit kena inject.'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dunoe i got the fever from normal reaction to jabs, or from my absolute afraid-ness of needles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*dun laugh!!! hmmmphhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on another note. my medical results came out all fine. Alhamdulillah. i'm pretty much in gd shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*n u guys noe what that means right? it further confirms my chances of leaving.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109897227683697061?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109897227683697061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109897227683697061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109897227683697061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109897227683697061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/n-yet-again.html' title='n yet again.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109879929745793125</id><published>2004-10-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:49:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the jabs still sting~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the jabs still sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after 24hrs, yes, i stil feel the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. im not being a crybaby horkay. how do u explain my one arm being numb, and the other one being veryyyyy painful???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nuthg much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to blog abt todae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;for some reason or anuther i'm looking forward to knowing the medical test results. will be comin out within these few days. not that im looking forward to knowin that im leavin soon, or being rejected for the post, but... hmm. hard to explain lor.. fickle fickle ja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;on another note.. was msn-ing with one of my close guy-pal in sec skool last time. kinda lost ctc with him for quite sometime. n then it occured to me how much we have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. really. since sec skul, when we were a bunch of playful monkeys monkeying around. having the fun time of the teen-hood. being pains in the asses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time has passed. people change.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;god i miss secondary school. n i miss them. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot actually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109879929745793125?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109879929745793125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109879929745793125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109879929745793125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109879929745793125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/jabs-still-sting.html' title='the jabs still sting~'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109871025472943886</id><published>2004-10-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:48:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the after effects of getting jabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the after effects of getting jabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;things that came to mind when the doc took out the needle.. &lt;3&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. run run run ja!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. no time to run, how abt say go toilet, then run like mad out of the building?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. tel doc i'm allergic to needles??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. pretend to faint???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. cry???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;well.. at the 2nd jab, option number 5 came semi-true. it was just big fat tears welling up. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;n the nurse went... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'u so big oready still scared of needles arr?????'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*tak takut nyah, segannnnnnnn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109871025472943886?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109871025472943886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109871025472943886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109871025472943886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109871025472943886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/after-effects-of-getting-j_109871025472943886.html' title='the after effects of getting jabs'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109860221236650046</id><published>2004-10-24T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:19:28.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been doin good with the updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;been doin gd with the updates so far... yes/no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hehe. i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the morning's class @ jamiyah!! spent the whole of last night contemplating n thinking, woke up short of 10am. then trus thought of me girlie nedie. hehe... but knowing her, she would have gone w/o me.. thats how faithful she is thru her drive for more knowledge.. n onli few can appreciate her for what she's done with her life. n i am glad to say i am one of them. however changed she is, she will still be ned, a great friend, an even greater confidante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jeez. im very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mushy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; today. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well.. lets see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im up for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;medical checkups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tmr morning... n if everything goes ok &lt;no&gt;i shd be more or less confirmed then. n then onli&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will hit me straight on my chubby face.. n then i will freak out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hehehe ja, ja ja... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok so i will update agin on how the medicals went.. onli i hope i dun run away if they gona have needles pokin me... YIKES!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh n urs truly is gona break fast with the family today.. family affair... haiz. maybeone of my last few????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109860221236650046?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109860221236650046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109860221236650046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109860221236650046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109860221236650046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-doin-good-with-updates.html' title='been doin good with the updates.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109841751861828757</id><published>2004-10-22T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T02:16:19.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be a gd blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;trying my best to be a gd blogger. hehehe update update update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hehehe. the above title sums it all up LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lets talk about things &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. geylang bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i havent set foot thr yet, i just passed that plc while in the car a couple'a days back. sad to see not much units were taken up as compared to previous yrs, but i guess its still early in the month? hehe. n yeah without fail thr were so many teenagers prowling the bazaar, and i will not even attempt to say out whatever i feel or think about them here. astaughfirullah. maybe when they grow older they will realise the magicality of being able to be at ease with one's appearance of self without the fakeness of retail clinging to them. insya allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. its gona be 2005 soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and once again i will ask myself what i have achieved this yr. n contemplate on 2005's resolution. hehe. that shd be fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. my 1st bro is getting his riding license.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;god protect him wherever he goes. i just hope he doesnt fall into the mat motors clique, pardon me, but sometimes i think they are bad influences... hehe wei whaddya expect im his elder sis, i am protective so there!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. my youngest bro is going thru an i-am-a-rebelling-teenager phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;its iritating even the hell out of me. n i am the most patient one in the family, next to Dad. jeez. i keep putting myself in his shoes, asking what is it he could be facing thats making him be so crude, rude, short-tempered. GOD. now i noe how my parents felt when i was in secondary skool. i hope he wakes up n see that his attitude is pushing everyone else away from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. i might not be here for Hari Raya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;n the above reason, is by far the biggest deterrent for me at taking up that o'seas job contract. haiz. i was wondering. i get homesick on my every business trip in S.E.A. how am i gonna survive being away for so long in europe then????????? n.. new environment, new working life, new almost everything. can i blend in? would i be ok? mom n dad seems to think that i cn do it... yeah well since i'm the onli 1 in the family thats really very P.R since i was young lor. hehehe.. so many things to think about, so little time. tick tock tick tock... haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ok so there. hehehe. comments welcomed. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109841751861828757?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109841751861828757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109841751861828757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109841751861828757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109841751861828757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/trying-to-be-gd-blogger.html' title='trying to be a gd blogger.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109826723878143116</id><published>2004-10-20T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T12:07:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sooooooooooooo here we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm its been 18 days since i updated!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hehehe. not surprising, i must add lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so lets see. whats been happening of late.... i dunoe whr to start!!!! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ok ok. this one first. i finally did it! after nearly 2 yrs of being thr, i finally &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tendered moir resignation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;YES, urs truly will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unemployed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in a matter of weeks. hehe. thats fine by me. i'm actually lookin forward to being unemployed for that matter. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;it took alot of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking n contemplating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually, in case u guys didnt noe, i started to hate my job since the past few months. it was a case of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nepotism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the office, n office politics doesnt help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ja shouts out to all her office gossips~~HELLO some people actually do just want to do their work in peace without getting into all the gossipin HORKAYYYYYY. jeez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so on to the next topic. urs truly has also been shorlisted for an intresting job, u guys would just die of disbelief if i'd said it out here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so i wont lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we'll see how that goes. if it happens, it happens ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109826723878143116?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109826723878143116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109826723878143116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109826723878143116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109826723878143116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/sooooooooooooo-here-we-go.html' title='sooooooooooooo here we go'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109669767097485316</id><published>2004-10-02T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:14:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got broadbandddddddd!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey hey hey guess what????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yours truly have gotten herself broadband at home as at a couple'a days ago!!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! hehehe suker..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so i cn update regularly now without having to use the comp at work n hide2 from the evil eyes trying to catch me surfin the net all e time!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;n i even got meself a brand new cpu system, all updated n shite.. hehehehe. i can burn now!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*oops. not suposed to say that out loud right??*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but too bad the new system will be in my bro's room tho.. they need it more for skool, so im stil sutuck with my laptop but nvm got LAN connection so that shd work for me hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oklah.. i'll update agian in 13165498414165461 minutes time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109669767097485316?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109669767097485316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109669767097485316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109669767097485316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109669767097485316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-got-broadbandddddddd.html' title='i&apos;ve got broadbandddddddd!!!'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109643319707814812</id><published>2004-09-29T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:14:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its time to update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soo.. i need to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;this is in tribute to my tightest girlie.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NADIRA BTE ABDULLAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRD DAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRD DAE TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRD DAE DEAR NEDIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRD DAY TO YOUUUOUOUO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;jeez. i sound good. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*happy 24th hon~ may you be blessed with all that you've worked and wished for, insya allah.. n may your 'new' lease of life give u all the peace and comfort you deserve... &lt;em&gt;Love, Ja&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109643319707814812?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109643319707814812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109643319707814812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109643319707814812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109643319707814812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-time-to-update.html' title='its time to update..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109539811102868704</id><published>2004-09-17T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:06:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been exactly a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its been exactly a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since i last blogged!!! jeez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does that show how lazy.. or un-blogworthy i am??? hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well - updates... i did nothing much this wek.. oh! i watched &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GARFIELD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; with boo that day, so cuteeeeeeeeeee lol. fat cat. reminded me of KITTY, boo's really fat, lazy, cunning pussy at home.. hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;work is gettin more n more mundane. i tink its really2&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;time for a breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. n a nice change. whaddya tink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm planning for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a getaway trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; somewhere in december.. phuket maybe? or australia.. i'll be working my budget towards that hehehe. any takers??? suker..... :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my close girlie has chosen her way in life, her journey started monday, 13.09.04, syukur alhamdullilah, may HE bless her everyday. I do hope she gets the added support from her parents and sisters though, it would be a boost to her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm missin my weird bunch of frens.. hehe the so-called bimbo, the loud dancer, the critical paramedic, the under-the-weather teacher. hehe. they're weird but each of them are very special in their own quirky ways... n i soooooo love them... loads. does that make me even weirder? LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my secondary skool is having this&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alumni reunion thingie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; on sat aftnn, n they've invited those past students who'd made an impact on the school's history, AND I was invited. verbally, mind u. by a teacher... i didnt noe i even made an impact on that school???!!! hehe. i was always one of the louder, abit stubborn types of students at skool.. so it was a surprise when i got invited... i was like.. ' are they sure they've got the correct ex-dunmanite???' LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, i'll update again.. hopefully before the next week passes. hehee ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109539811102868704?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109539811102868704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109539811102868704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109539811102868704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109539811102868704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/been-exactly-week.html' title='been exactly a week.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109479230644729105</id><published>2004-09-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:15:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the still of the nite..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the still of the nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i had an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;early nite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ydae. i was too tired, and my eyes were very heavy, n my body needed a rest. so i was aslp at 12plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;suddenly at 4plus.. in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wee hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the morning, someone hurled a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GLASSBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into my 2nd-floor window. at 4 A.M... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;i also heard the sounds of steps scurrying away.. tho at that point in time i was too dazed to think about anything..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the glass ball &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*i almost immediately jumped right out of my skin, rudely awaken.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;initially not knowing what was it that got me up, i sat up on my bed and stared around me. somehow the night seemed so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;much quieter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than it should have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;then i saw the broken glass pieces on the floor.. just underneath my room window. I got up n walked afew steps to take a look at the mess. half of the glassball was still just outside my windowsill, on the ledge. the other half remained &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pieces of glittering glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all over my floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i couldn't do anything, i couldn't think straight, i was shocked, and no words could describe the overwhelming sense of scared-ness (*&lt;em&gt;is there such a word? ned?*)&lt;/em&gt; i felt then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*i mean like... wat the heck... was that????*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i didnt sleep a wink after that.. till abt 6 plus when i finally gave up to fatigue.. and up till now, i still have no idea what happened. but whatever it is, it sure as hell freaked me out.. big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109479230644729105?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109479230644729105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109479230644729105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109479230644729105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109479230644729105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-still-of-nite.html' title='in the still of the nite..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109452205019256404</id><published>2004-09-07T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:15:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how would you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) if what you're doing is wrong.. or right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) if what you have been accustomed to all this while, is wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) if who you are with is MR RIGHT/WRONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) if your decisions are gonna be right or wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) if the path that you are on right now.. is the correct one for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6) if the person whom you love with all your heart might not necessarily be THE one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7) if the person whom you didn't even give that second glance.. is HIM/HER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8) if the chance you failed to take.. is the ONLY chance you'd ever have at it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9) if your friends might not be the friends that you thought they would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10) if everything else in your life is right/wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hmmm... i wonder if there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;specific signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that shows u the way.. or does it just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hit you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;at a point of time.. or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone lead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;u there... or do we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pointers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dun ask me why... i was just pondering&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109452205019256404?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109452205019256404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109452205019256404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109452205019256404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109452205019256404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/jeez.html' title='jeez'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109418180809508561</id><published>2004-09-03T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:52:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a longggggggg week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its been a longggggggggggggggg week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*breathe breathe breathe*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hehehe. tryin to recollect/regroup/re-whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its been hectic, this week. i had tonnes of reports to finish, datelines to meet. i didnt even have time to eat properly!! haiz. hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so whats happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fell sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the beginning of the week. really. stress gets me really sick when it hits. my backache came back. i tink i need to go for an x-ray i think, but i'm dreading it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*what if something is really wrong with my back/spine?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;been &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spendin some time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Boo.. takin it at a slower pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i have learnt not to expect so much, to lower my expectations. it helps.. and i'm happier.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;miss my homieboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. who's away at Indonesia dancing to the dangdut sounds of JKT every night, i think. hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rock on, but come back soon, please... the office is a ghost-town without your nonsense....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i been doin &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;some reciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ned's been great, messaging n encouragin me every now n then.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i really appreciate it girl.. thanks.. i love ya :p*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i missed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ayu on her birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. 31.08.04. wished her tho.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*be meetin her on the weekend maybe to spend time with her as a belated celebration..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the rest is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALLLLLL work&lt;/span&gt;. hehe.. the life of a working woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*who said it was easy?????*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109418180809508561?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109418180809508561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109418180809508561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109418180809508561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109418180809508561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-been-longggggggg-week.html' title='its been a longggggggg week.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109383293354741059</id><published>2004-08-30T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:24:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a time to think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a time to think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;confession... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i went to a religious class cum standup comedy (the ustadz was entertainingly hilarious!!) session on Sunday mornin. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*surprised??? lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i got even before ned called me up.. n did a 5-min reality check on my bed. i asked myself whether i (me, myself, rozaleen..) was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;REALLY goin&lt;/span&gt; for a religious class. its been a long time... hmm. after 5mins of staring at nothingness, i decided i might as well go, it would do me good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*whatever i didnt understand, i'd have ned beside me anyway.. right?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so i bathed and all.. then had a hard time trying to find &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;something 'right&lt;/span&gt;' to wear.. haiz. freaking out, i also had to deal with the tudung!!! it kept slippin off, maybe its just my 1st time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*i'll do better with it next time, n that's a promise. lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;then i hopped on a cab (i was late because of the above factors hehe) n picked ned up from her place. seeing my close gf in a tudung and proper attire, it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;made for her&lt;/span&gt;. she looked fabulous!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*and as her bf would say, masya allah!! hehe. :p*&lt;/span&gt; like an arab girl straight out from a tudung advertisement poster.. thats how i saw her. she also seemed &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;seemingly calm&lt;/span&gt; and poised for herself in the attire.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we reached the place &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*which btw, was situated in one of the geylang lorongs.. hehe i tink its a high time they found a new place? hehe..*&lt;/span&gt; ard 9.45pm, n i saw a crowd.. its like a gathering i've never been in before. really. the place was packed, there were quite a number of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teenagers&lt;/span&gt; too, thats somethin good to see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we didnt really come prepared with anything, ned did bring along some of her texts, it helped abit.. but most of the time we were &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just listenin&lt;/span&gt;.. n laughin. the uztadz had dis way of digressin, but his anecdotes on the topics discussed were really hilarious.. it really &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;diminished&lt;/span&gt; the age-old impression i had of uztadz being the really serious, no-nonsense type i used to have years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*having ned beside me thruout the class was a blessing too. she was my guide. she had found a new light in her life, and she's sharing this light with me. n i'm thankful for that, and for her.. n i thank HIM for guiding her.. she seems to have found a more peaceful inner-self.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*to sum it up.. i believe i was there for a reason. maybe HE wanted me to see what i'm missin out on..all these years. maybe HE wanted to re-instill my faith. maybe. but it surely was an eye-opener.. alhamdulillah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109383293354741059?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109383293354741059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109383293354741059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109383293354741059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109383293354741059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-to-think.html' title='a time to think...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109358231714284435</id><published>2004-08-27T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:45:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a tribute to my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;colleague, partner-in-crime, fellow slacker, gossip/bitchin-partner, close confidante, best friend (in the office), constant critic, stress-relieve comic, crap-talker, operations right-hand man, best router (for the deliveries), unwilling stand-in liar (whenever im late), cursin' friend, smokebreaks accomplice (tho i dun smoke i take the breaks anyway lol).. and constant complain-to victim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom i've just today lost to a month-long attachment at jkt.. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss him.. heck, we ALL are gonna miss him in the ofice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office will be so quiet w/o him really as much as i hate to admit it. jeez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*so... if you're reading this from jkt.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lucky lucky ASS u.. come back soon yah.. and... call.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109358231714284435?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109358231714284435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109358231714284435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109358231714284435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109358231714284435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/lost.html' title='lost...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109340272839931945</id><published>2004-08-25T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:27:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just a feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't have to tell,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i can't explain how, but i just do. you may try to hide it, but i can feel it. its &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;an inner feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that had been honed thru the years, months, days... i would know if you'd do something wrong, i can even feel it if you're lying, i can sense if.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i wish i didn't have it either, it would lessen the doubts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of getting hurt, so i enclose myself in this bubble that leaves &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;little space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for anyone to reach out to me.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotionally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. this way i won't be hurt so bad should anything happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and you say you don't understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may seem strong and even stronger-headed on the exterior, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this bubble surrounding me, and you will see me as the weak, uncertain and insecure woman that i really am.. a woman who'd need THAT strong support, THAT feeling of being able to trust again.. to get her by.. to make her feel needed.. to make her feel secure.. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and that.. will be the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you'd succeed in reaching out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*but would you even try....?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109340272839931945?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109340272839931945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109340272839931945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340272839931945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340272839931945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-story.html' title='my story'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109340213299234682</id><published>2004-08-25T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:27:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm leavin.. AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm leavin.. for &lt;em&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/em&gt; worktrip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;bummer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it matter that my back aches like mad after the chinese therapy session i last night (where the physician practially thumped my sprained back repeatedly!!!@!!)? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it matter that i have so much other things to do?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it matter that i haven't had enough rest these past few weeks?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it matter that i 've been feeling down these few days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it matter that i am an unwilling party?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;does it matter what i think at all????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jeez. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;work sucks at times like this dun it..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;* be back on fri peeps.. cya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109340213299234682?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109340213299234682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109340213299234682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340213299234682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340213299234682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-leavin-again.html' title='i&apos;m leavin.. AGAIN'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109340167323915857</id><published>2004-08-25T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:26:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a general question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a general question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;would u rather be with someone you have known for sometime, but who gives you doubts... OR one whom you have just known, but worships the grounds you walk on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;would u rather choose the old route, which you are familliar with, but still feel insecure... OR take a new route, albeit u won't noe where it leads, but which doesn't give you so much doubt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*which would I choose?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109340167323915857?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109340167323915857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109340167323915857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340167323915857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340167323915857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/general-question.html' title='a general question'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109340050723438266</id><published>2004-08-25T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:26:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how can you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;how can you give your physicality to one... and say sweet-nothings to another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*see my days are cold w/o you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm hurting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;while i'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and tho' my heart can't take no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i keep on running back to you....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109340050723438266?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109340050723438266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109340050723438266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340050723438266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109340050723438266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/thinkin.html' title='thinkin..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109332004378126354</id><published>2004-08-24T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T10:24:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rewind.. to sat nyte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a spat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with him.. again. after dinner, and after pool with my girlies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this time it was about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;an sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it bothered me, but i kinda didnt want it to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blow over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so i pretty much just kept quiet n said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he took offence at my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aloof-ness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. he said i might as well be in the other car, its the same as he be drivin alone anyway. he wanted to put down the phone, he said he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;didnt understand me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i fel alsp at 7 in the mornin.. got up on a Sunday aftrnoon with a heavy head and an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;even heavier heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, packed my luggage n left for my one-day work trip to M'sia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'll be back on Monday nyte.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*sometimes.. just sometimes.. i wish i didnt have so much responsibilities as i do*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109332004378126354?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109332004378126354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109332004378126354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109332004378126354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109332004378126354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/look-back.html' title='look back..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109331832000343245</id><published>2004-08-24T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T10:23:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from a tiring trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back from a tiring trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i got back yesterday from the one-day trip at 10pm, totally pooped out n all tired, with an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aching back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wondering when all this madness with work/relationships in general would end.. *would it?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm getting too stressed, too tired and i fall sick &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i hate being sick. its an overwhelming feeling of nausea, breathlessness, dizziness.. and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-pity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109331832000343245?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109331832000343245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109331832000343245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109331832000343245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109331832000343245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-from-tiring-trip.html' title='back from a tiring trip'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109289489017035200</id><published>2004-08-19T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:33:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i haven't updated in awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its thurs. the week&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;flew by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; in an eyeblink! jeez. hehe...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets see what i did... hmm. work.. work.. n&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;more work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. n some work again.. jeez. work's sooooo consumin my time.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok ok let's&lt;/em&gt; talk about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, oh!! hehe i was comin back home ydae just before 11pm&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;all pooped out n tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. n i practically threw myself on the bed n just laid down n closed my eyes for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a moment of peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;in all of the day's madness..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then in comes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the little one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; (the love of my life, the iritant in my house, the apple of my eye... my nephew hehe) toodling in with all of his cuteness n 'curlyfries' hair.. n he gave me a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;big hug n a sloppy kish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; (thats how he pronounces it as).. for no apparent reason!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n that.. just made my day's madness&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109289489017035200?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109289489017035200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109289489017035200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109289489017035200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109289489017035200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/hmmm_19.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109262989035120945</id><published>2004-08-16T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:32:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a blast of a weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my weekend spent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;headed out to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while waiting for the 3 musketeers - yotz, ita n ned catched catwoman (i'd already watched it few days earlier..), Bo0 treated me to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dinner at sWensEns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. yUmmYyyyyyyyyy.. hehe then he sent me off to meet em at town..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;catwoman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - *Lol. leather outfit, a sexy, sexy pussy.. oh, i meant lady, n lots of pussy-action.. its every man's dream show.. guys, go watch!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh.. hehe had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kopi session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at cofebean at borders... it was just the 4 of us ( ayu had dance practice... too busy.) n topics we usually talked about.. n then the fun began on the train ride home.. as usual. the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;digi-frenzy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; starts!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hehe we took pics on the train.. again. nothing new, except that we had our fair share of onlookers on this train ride! hehe. n some of them were even giggling with us! ohhh... *i'd bet these people dunoe that they had a teacher, a paramedic, and an accountant within the 4 of us - at the rate we were behavin!* LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;was spent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;swimmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with yotz, ned, ita n adli! hehe. more fun n splash n comic n hmmm.. hey we got nice tans too!! check it out, go to yot'z blog.. we an an impromptu swimming lesosn from 'instructor' adli.. the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tornado stroke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;side stroke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the whatever stroke which were all &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;very salah lor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... hehe but it was all fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh.. n we had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;swensen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( yeah yeah for me i noe.. again! hehe) for lunch!!! :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109262989035120945?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109262989035120945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109262989035120945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109262989035120945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109262989035120945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/blast-of-weekend.html' title='a blast of a weekend'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109262870187502221</id><published>2004-08-16T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:32:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday mornin... jeez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have i told u guys i hated mondays mornings??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well, i do. i came to work to see my usually spanking clean desk in a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUGE mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n i mean huge. its like someone just hurled all the papers n shite on my desk. when in actual fact it wasn't really hurled at my desk, its just that the people using my desk before this were a bunch of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iritatingly-annoyingly-bo-liao-couldn't-care-less nincompoops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*i wish i can use vulgarities but i AM &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying not to swear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my hopes of being a better individual.* jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;AS SUCH, i will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- paste a huge, colourful (for the blind ones) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;note on my pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just before i go back today, to remind whoever that used my computer to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clean up after themselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- put &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 ashtrays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; infront of the pc, to remind them NOT to throw their dumb ashes around everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- label ALL &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my stationeries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so i can know who's using them when i next come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- label ALL their &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;documentation trays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so these nincompoops noe where to put what papers at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;heyyyyyyy i tink i will just grab a rafia string and put a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no-entry sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at my room door!!! saves me all the above trouble duncha tink???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109262870187502221?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109262870187502221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109262870187502221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109262870187502221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109262870187502221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/monday-mornin-jeez.html' title='monday mornin... jeez'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109220752561268181</id><published>2004-08-11T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:45:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consider..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;considering a change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i've got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a job offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a management position at our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JKT branch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. expat pay, lodging/transport allowance, once a month, week-long trip back home. the stint could start as early as the end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm contemplating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. to, or not to. give me views, people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109220752561268181?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109220752561268181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109220752561268181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109220752561268181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109220752561268181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/consider.html' title='consider..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109220721180945979</id><published>2004-08-11T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:44:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinkin thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let's be serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hehe. for once.. im trynna &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ok, this was what got me thinkin. hehe. went out for supper with Bo0 ydae evening.. n he started talking about his dilemma... guess what it was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choosin a flat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... as in a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yes, i mean, really. Bo0 is buyin a flat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i was surprised. hmm.. i mean, he's like practically about my age, n isn't being 22 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abit too young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be thinkin about all these kinda things?? hmm.. or so i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*but its really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just like Bo0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to think about things like this lor.. hehe ;p he's stable like that.. n sometimes i just learn to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok, the story is, his old folks wana move.. n since his the onli one left stayin with them, they decided the flat will be under his name, since he be stayin there even aftr they gone n all.. i tink. i thought, 'ok cool, he's buyin' a flat.. thats kinda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tinking of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so that mus be good..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so to ease his dilemma, i started asking him questions abt what he wants n all.. n he aint sure. hehe worse, his folks are leavin the decision to him! ahakz. i just told him to go with whichever flat he fancies, n he told me there are so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;many things to consider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i must've looked at him like his spewing jewish or something foreign then, because he went all the way to break it down and started explaining to what buying a flat is like nowadaez u noe.. like the loans (bank or hdb loan hehe see! i was listening!), the schemes available ( oh i noe.. he said something about the nucleus family what-not hehe), the pros n cons of buying flats of diff sizes, the locations n shite, n i went, ' whoa, i havent even thought of all this!!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n then it struck me. i havent, or rather, never thought about it.. at all. n dat, ladies n gentlemen, is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a scary reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109220721180945979?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109220721180945979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109220721180945979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109220721180945979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109220721180945979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/thinkin-thoughts.html' title='thinkin thoughts...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109184724885492049</id><published>2004-08-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T14:59:04.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finally.. findin' some time to blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a hectic week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. i don't even know where to start!! it took me hmm leme see... 4641148143031989250964 hrs before i could find time to blog again. hmm. maybe less. im exagerating. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets see. what happened thats&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;exciting enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to write about. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. oh! i finally had&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my fish n co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; aftr sooooo long. with Boo. hehe. cool. we sat thr till like we the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;only ones left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; n the staff were waiting for us to get our already-full lazy asses outa the restaurant. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then... hmm. oh yeah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE NOTEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. watch it. soooooooooooo the romantic. i cried. n its been soooo long since i cried at the movies. hehe. watched it with my girlies ydae.. ned, ayu n ita. all 4 of us went out of the cinema with red, teary eyes. lol. i wished Boo was around to watch it too. the story was an eye-opener. really. go watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; the fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!! we watched it from marina bay me n my girlies, with Boo, wawan n his fren. kinda far, but we saw it n thats what matters.. right? hehe. so nice, even got heartshape ones lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll be in again latr..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;busy busy bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; so many things to do... :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109184724885492049?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109184724885492049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109184724885492049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109184724885492049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109184724885492049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109167981620420247</id><published>2004-08-05T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:01:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday(actually, it was this morning, sometime within my 1-2hr of sleep) i dreamt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i was standing infront of the mirror, looking at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;girl starin' back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at me had my exact same features, but &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHORT (n i mean short-short) hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. i always like to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;decipher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what my dreams/nightmares could mean. i tink this time it represents a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drastic change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... u tink? but i dunoe which exact part of my life that needs this change... that be pretty hard to find out right? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a change in career? relationship-wise? physicality? change in environment? change in personality? change in.. hmmm... jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right abt now, i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still contemplating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on this.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*g'aftnn ya'all..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109167981620420247?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109167981620420247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109167981620420247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109167981620420247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109167981620420247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-dream.html' title='my dream'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109166957173605087</id><published>2004-08-05T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:01:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't understand..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;he makes me mad, sad sometimes (i &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dunoe how to react&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being mad makes me sad, being sad makes me mad.. gettit??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sometimes... my mind &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blanks out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everything and all i feel like doin is stare at the night sky.. till its dawn.. till the birds start to chirp.. till the alarm rings.. till its time to bathe, put on a happy face and go to work (burying myself in work makes me not think of it, you see.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't understand... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i tink i'm tired. this is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not exactly the best of days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sooo... enjoy this song below, i got the lyrics, courtesy of Mija/mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you really didn’t think it would happen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it really is the end of the line &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So IÂ’m sorry that you turned to driftwood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you have been drifting for a long long time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everywhere there’s trouble &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowheres safe to go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pushes turn to shovel’s &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shovelling the snow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frozen you have chosen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he path you wish to go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drifting now forever"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Travis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109166957173605087?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109166957173605087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109166957173605087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109166957173605087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109166957173605087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/him-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109152892163344370</id><published>2004-08-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:53:12.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goin home.. i miss my brothers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss my brothers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i suddenly miss both my iritating brothers.. it just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;struck me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while i was typin away at the computer at work! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEIRDNESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for those who don't really know me, i have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 younger brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the older(and much much bigger) of them just started his 1st yr in NTU, and the other one is in Sec 3.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;V-E-R-Y different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in personalities/dress sense/girl taste/opinions and almost everything else in between hehe, they almost always give me a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reason to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at home.. (apart from the fact that i have maybe 1497464123487604 funnybones in me?? right yotz? hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, back to the topic. i tink &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! u noe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; some pple get all of a sudden.. missin' people n just feel like callin/sms-ing/meetin' them up at the soonest instance? yeah well, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im have that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hehe no, i don't live apart from them, n yes i do see them almost every other night, but that is like the only time i get to see them before i drift off to dreamland.. it doesnt leave us much time for anything else but goodnyte-wishes and kisses on the foreheads.. get what i mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i tink our hectic schedules have alot of shite to do with that.. ajib comes back from school onli ard 10plus at night (imagine travellin to n fro jurong and pasir ris everyday...jeez), and eta is almost always wiped out after 9pm.. n me, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i tink i jus wana go home n &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cuddle up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; infront of the t.v with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 of my favourite homies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this evening... *if they're home, that is!! hehe* have a nice tuesday evenin ya'all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*MUAKZ*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109152892163344370?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109152892163344370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109152892163344370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109152892163344370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109152892163344370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/goin-home-i-miss-my-brothers.html' title='goin home.. i miss my brothers.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109151279389128013</id><published>2004-08-03T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:52:53.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm.. i love this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;check this song out.. i tink i'm fallin in love wit it? hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"You take me as I am (yeah, I'm a take you as you are)&lt;br /&gt;Even when my girls can't understand&lt;br /&gt;I choose you as my man&lt;br /&gt;But you take me as I am, my, my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You're the ocean that breathes that I feel when I'm blowing my trees alone&lt;br /&gt;You're the sun that shines when the darkness strikes at night&lt;br /&gt;You're the love of my life, you're my girl, you're my wife&lt;br /&gt;You're mine, and I'm yours, you take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Can't believe you take me as I am, am, am, no, oh&lt;br /&gt;Even when they don't understand why you love me&lt;br /&gt;I choose you as my man&lt;br /&gt;Cause you take me as I am (take me as I am)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- wyclef jean feat. sharissa, *take me as i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*romantic ryteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... aWwww. jeez... i tink im in lurveeeeeee wit it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109151279389128013?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109151279389128013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109151279389128013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109151279389128013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109151279389128013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109142678874948004</id><published>2004-08-02T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:56:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no idea what to put as title..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'some people take it too seriously, some people take it too lightly.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;had a minor tiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with someone, n he said the above, after i put down the phone with him, it just had me thinkin.. (he meant me as the latter, anyway, i tink..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;there are so many things in this world that is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;subjective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. ryte? it draws a fine line btw whats acceptable n whats not. i may find it ok, but u wont.. those kinda things. soooo who determines whats ok and whats not? or will it just remain subjective? so in a case like that, how do you determine who's the right party in a subjective squabble? or do you just let the matter rest w/o coming to a conclusion/closure?? hard aint it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hmm. i tink it be quite &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard to strike a chord btw 2 extremes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. i.e to find a balance. but maybe, just maybe, there would be an equal point of rest i.e where the matters come to ground zero w/o either party winning/losing???? hehe. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i makin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOL. im not ryte? i tink i shd stop thinking out loud. hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok ok. lets get over this before i make everyone confused hehe. i just think abt these things to myself sometimes, la. ;p its the 'deep-thinking' part of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well back to my little 'tiff' with that someone. i tink it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this time, i overlooked an impt detail, n he kinda pointed it out to me.. n explained his point of view. tho i did feel a wee bit pissed at him for being angry and questioning ( its the time of the month, i get pissed easliy) , i kinda put myself in his shoes for abit, n thought to myself.. well he's kinda right (as with abt most of the times hehe) n &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maybe i should have done things a diff way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than i did... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll try to next time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*i tink we shd &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for having such people whu points out our weaknesses.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they make us better people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. and because of them we think back n learn from our mistakes... so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you, Bo0..*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*amazing aint it.. for me to be able to react this way.. a few months back, i'd have just retaliated with MY own point of view and it end up an even bigger squabble with no resolution... just harsh words and lots of finger-pointing. hmmmmmmmmm...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109142678874948004?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109142678874948004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109142678874948004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109142678874948004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109142678874948004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-no-idea-what-to-put-as-title.html' title='i have no idea what to put as title..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109142480251817537</id><published>2004-08-02T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:56:35.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoRninG ExERciSe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exercise on a Sunday Morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;had a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;swim-date&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ned, ayu n yotz&lt;/span&gt;... meeting place: t.m macdonalds. i was late hehe. waited for Bo0 bk from his nyte shift, then drove to meet them up. had a breakfast.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YUMMYyyy&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe. Talking abt them being &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;civil servants&lt;/span&gt; (i'm the onli one among them in the private sector).. n yotz was dissin the policeforce n police coast guards (read: bO0) for always turnin up late at cases.. hehehe. bo0 was slpy.. out of nowhere he came up with.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'BILA?'&lt;/span&gt; soooo &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oUt of context&lt;/span&gt;!!! jeez. n next thing we knew, yotz n ned got into it too. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IRITATIONS.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hehe ayu didnt turn up, nuthing new since she was up till 5am clubbing the nyte before..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aftr tat, Bo0 dropped us off at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tampines swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; before makin his way back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At the pool:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YOTZ&lt;/span&gt; - was makin sure &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his hair looked perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every 5mins (or less!).. me n ned were like.. 'ur hair's gona get wet anyway!!' he didnt give 2 hootz 2 what we said, and then he saw a someone that caught his eye... n his fetish for his hair got even worse! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NED &lt;/span&gt;- she was makin sure &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she didnt drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the pool - which was 1.0m deep btw, considering the fact that if she stood up she was 1.75m tall, so that makes her at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;least 0.75m above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the waterlevel... hmm.. a safe distance up from drowning i shd add???? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the 2 of em were takin turns with the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PINK goggles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ned brought along. haha. weird lookin' at yotz wearin it, but he still insisted on it for all the wrong reasons!! he wanted to see who had nice bodies underwater!!! LOl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n u guys ask why i always laugh so much... jeez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sooooo..... we were just chillin n tryin to tan (me n ned) while yot looked around for more nice bodies.. hehe.. had a great swim-date with em really, yat trying to teach ned some strokes, ned complaining that she isn't moving at all, yot doin up his hair..me trying to get an even tan, ned trying float properly, yotz doin his hair up.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, ned trying out diff swim strokes with the help of 2 unqualified 'trainers' (me n yot).. me just lying on my back like a lazy platypus.. and yat, with his hair, yet again... oh well.. hehe :p *&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did i tell u i loved these 2 bummers to bits?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109142480251817537?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109142480251817537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109142480251817537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109142480251817537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109142480251817537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/morning-exercise.html' title='MoRninG ExERciSe!!'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109141276274717690</id><published>2004-08-02T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:56:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap: Sat Evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recap: Sat Evenin Happenings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soo.. Decided to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;meet my girlies&lt;/span&gt; aftr all on sat, forgo the colleague's darned BBQ. hehe. we headed to town ( i havent been to town in yonks!!), took the train (my 1st train ride in like months n months i tink!!!) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;me, yotz n ned&lt;/span&gt;.. n hadta wait for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ayu n ita&lt;/span&gt; to arrive.. like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;half hr latr&lt;/span&gt;. dcided to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take pics of ourselves&lt;/span&gt; outsd topshop. LOL. kinda weird how yotz n ned have this thing abt their digis. How come i dun have the same 'bonding' with MY digicam? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;B1 n B2.. &lt;- ita n ayu&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. N then started more pic-takin. Don't even ask me wassup with them. Its just them n the digis. Hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another note, ned got infor abt someone in her life, n we were &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; really.. well, i was. I didnt noe how to react to it, or to her, so i just tried my best to not iritate her tat much. I tink she &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; feelin down, only she tried not to ruin the evening by showin it OUT. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thats just very her lor&lt;/span&gt;, she didnt wana ruin the evening for the rest of us, and bring our spirits down with her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our Ned&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*i do hope she's feelin better as i'm writing this out..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hungry, so we headed for some 'proteins' ( as yot calls it).. decided to walk towards Fish N Co, then we came across this foodlane set btw le meridien, and orchard plaza. so we settled.. yot got his fish n chips.. me ayu n ned settled for some malay food (which ayu had sooooooo much to say abt negatively). she made the already not so nice food even worse in my eyes. disgust.. cheh. then we just &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sat abt n talked&lt;/span&gt;. as usual, ayu came up with even more shite for us to laugh at... oh, n they finally begin to show some form of makin-up, ayu n yot, aftr the HUGE squabble they had for weeksss!! :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lookin at them at that particular point of time, i was thinkin' to myself how the hell did i bury myself with work and away from them these past couple'a months.. i havnt met them up like this for sooooo long, it felt so good just to be @ town with them, slackin and laughin at their craziness, eventho' nuthg we did was even meaningful.. JEEZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on the train ride home ( with the exception of ayu whu went to boom boom).. more picture taking. all the way from cityhall, to simei. MADNESS! i havnt got any here, go to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yot's - redsonnet&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ned's - spanishenvy&lt;/span&gt; to see our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'emo-pix' prowess&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so thats basically how i spent my Sat evening.. great company, lots of laughter, insane pic-takin, meaningless discussions of life, mismatched personalities.. AND THATS JUST HOW I LIKE IT. :o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109141276274717690?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109141276274717690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109141276274717690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109141276274717690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109141276274717690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/08/recap-sat-evening.html' title='Recap: Sat Evening...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109124250129413591</id><published>2004-07-31T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T10:12:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a slow, rainy sat morn... i shd be at home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to work AGAIN. was in the cab at 9.10, picked Angkong up from the main road bustop at 9.15, reached office 8mins later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for both of us, the Boss and his bootlicker wasn't in.. YET. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when the bootlicker got in, he was ravin on n on abt the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'wrongful'&lt;/span&gt; usage of the company vehicle.. i mean,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is that even his problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;?? what has the sales dept got to do with keeping track of which personnel uses the company van? i mean... by our operations people using the company van, does it make your sales figures go lower?? someone explain it to me? jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;didn't find anything interesting to blog about ydae.. was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kinda monotonous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; oh yeah, went out for lunch with Rizal, to bedok since we had to drop by the Bank.. thought i saw this guy i went out with on a few dates during poly... hehe. *ned, guess whu??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i got home ard 9plus.. fell aslp waiting for a phonecall hehe.. *sorry Bo0, u called too late!* i was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wiped out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ard 10plus or 11, now... isnt that early?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so the plan for today is... i be meetin Bo0 for lunch.. ( if he's already up, heard they got an operation thingie ydae n he came back late so i tink he's pooped) n then i was suposed to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;head to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with the girlies.. the mad bradybunch. N then Lynn told me she be having an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;impromptu BBQ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;at her place @ 6pm. Jeez. Now i'm torn. How do i arrange my time??? Do i cancel with the girlies n meet them up tmr.. or do i jus NOT go to the colleague's BBQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for me to think on a lazy Sat la.. hehe.. leme go n get sumtg to munch ferst k..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*smiLeyZ*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109124250129413591?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109124250129413591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109124250129413591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109124250129413591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109124250129413591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/slow-rainy-sat-morn-i-shd-be-at-home.html' title='a slow, rainy sat morn... i shd be at home.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109109856017458701</id><published>2004-07-29T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T19:14:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thurs's song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;groovin to the beat of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, &lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. &lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) &lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go, (hold on) &lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. &lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- R.E.M, *everybody hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*long time since&amp;nbsp;we heard this on the airwaves.. eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109109856017458701?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109109856017458701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109109856017458701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109109856017458701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109109856017458701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/thurss-song.html' title='thurs&apos;s song..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109109560041452889</id><published>2004-07-29T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T19:13:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinkin' abt it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my thurs mornin rude shock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i was sitting quietly doin' my thang.. when i got rudely interrupted by a very close colleague of mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he needed help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"can u get me&amp;nbsp;information on womens' clinic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;he asked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i looked at him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stunned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for the few seconds. and then i said..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"u.. umm her.. umm confirmed?? testkit??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"tested. positive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;was his reply.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;n i was stunned again. n then poured out the story. its already 2 months. n he has onli max 1.5 months more before it becomes dangerous to do anything for his gf.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he's torn. 2ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i didnt know what to advise him. for once i was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lost for words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; i asked him what was on his mind. he didnt ans. for that few mins we both sat outside our office. starin at nothingness. he was scared, i could sense. he had worry-wrinkles all over his forehead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so i said..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" i'll try to look up for you the clinics.. but use this time to think it over with ur gf.. its time u both get married anyway.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;they&amp;nbsp;are both 27, btw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i really didnt know what to say then.. i mean. its wrong both ways.. right? on one hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its wrong morally, and religiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.. on the other hand, i feel its just not right to go into marriage just because something had happened. i mean, its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a rush that u're putting your whole life/future into&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.. right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Actually i also read the stats that couples who rush into such marriages tend to increase the divorce rates too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and i've been thinkin' about&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;predicament&amp;nbsp;eversince...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:( somehow tinking about it makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109109560041452889?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109109560041452889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109109560041452889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109109560041452889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109109560041452889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/tinkin-abt-it.html' title='tinkin&apos; abt it.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109101213856151507</id><published>2004-07-28T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:41:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my song for this wed evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm keepin up with this one for my Wed evenin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*I'm not suposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands (how I feel) &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to breathe now but there's no air in my lungs &lt;br /&gt;There's no one here to talk to and the pain inside is making me numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I try to hold this Under control &lt;br /&gt;They can't help me 'Cause no one knows &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going through changes, changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God, I feel so frustrated lately &lt;br /&gt;When I get suffocated, save me &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going through changes, changes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- 3 doors down, *changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nice???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109101213856151507?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109101213856151507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109101213856151507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109101213856151507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109101213856151507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-song-for-this-wed-evening.html' title='my song for this wed evening...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109101172747373483</id><published>2004-07-28T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:41:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;busy busy busy bee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz. ok. leme catch my breath ferst *inhales exhales inhales exhales* n im ready to blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well.. i had a busy day. i came into office on time..*woohoo* hehe. ok ok i was 1 tiny minute late. aftr that begins my normal morning madness... blink blink n its lunchtime. i met up with Bo0 for lunchies :0 had macdonald's n dessert aftr that hehehe... YUmmYyyyyyyyy... LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n then a mad rush back to the office.. cos the boss is in and im suposed to be on a strictly 1-hr lunch.. but it was already past 1 hr!!! hehe. i creeped back in quietly tho, the boss didnt notice. *gRinz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;read ned's blog, she's still depressed, and im feelin for her.. she aint feelin so good nowadaez.. i hope she gets lifted up from this low.. soon. i aint close to him (her bf) so i dunoe how to get him to at least talk to her.. or sumthg like dat. see what i mean by love hurts?? hehe.. c'mon its true, admit it ya'all. but i do think she loves him deeply even aftr all the pain and heartache she been thru for and with him... haiz. now i am getting depressed for her. jeez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nuthg much for this wed evening.. might be goin out with Bo0 latr, if he aint dead aslp or already out somewhr wit his mates.. if thats the case, i'd be slacking.. with Mumy dearest, whu's always complaining i hardly spend girl-time with her nowadaez.. hehe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*ciao fer now.. be good!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109101172747373483?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109101172747373483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109101172747373483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109101172747373483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109101172747373483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy......'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109092287950617681</id><published>2004-07-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T18:56:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song for tues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n this is for my Tues Evening.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Through the trying times &lt;br /&gt;Trying to get the best of me &lt;br /&gt;I’m still finding time to show I care &lt;br /&gt;With my crying eyes &lt;br /&gt;I see contentment because of you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- boyz2men, *trying times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*ciao for today peeps... enjoy the evening... i be goin home to my pearl red tea.. n my sofa heaven. hehe... anyone whu wana mt up for cofee or slacks.. i be at home yar.. ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109092287950617681?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109092287950617681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109092287950617681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109092287950617681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109092287950617681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/song-for-tues.html' title='song for tues...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109089539465240919</id><published>2004-07-27T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:31:11.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tues morn..overload.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;27.06.04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Attn:whoever this concerns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Re: Tues morn... Overload&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dear Sir/Mdm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With regards to the above caption, please be informed that having a meeting at 9.00am today was definitely&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOT on my AGENDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; for today. That, and being further harrased by constant name-calling bitchy asswipe&amp;nbsp;clients (which you oh-so-conveniently diverted to me because quote:"oh i'm not as patient as you lah..") will NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;start off my Tuesday good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please be considerate enough to inform me of any changes in agendas.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BEFOREHAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. This will decrease your chances of getting&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cold stares and vibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; from me. Due to this delay in information, I&amp;nbsp;am NOT&amp;nbsp;at my best during the meeting. My eyes be half-shut, my brains be half-working, and my fingers won't be writing down&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;your pointless blabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. I will&amp;nbsp;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;take the blame for my body not functioning. YOU should.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As such, please do the necessary and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F*@# off&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank you for you co-operation,&amp;nbsp;and just leave me an e-mail only&amp;nbsp;if you really HAVE to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Best Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Leen Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Authorised Signatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109089539465240919?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109089539465240919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109089539465240919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109089539465240919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109089539465240919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/tues-mornoverload.html' title='tues morn..overload.'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109083835114949793</id><published>2004-07-26T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T10:06:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song for Monday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;feelin' for this song&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;Monday evenin..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"All I hear is raindrops &lt;br /&gt;Falling on the rooftop &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby tell me why did you? &lt;br /&gt;Cause this pain I feel &lt;br /&gt;It wont go away.. &lt;br /&gt;And today&amp;nbsp;i'm officially missing you &lt;br /&gt;I thought that from this heartache &lt;br /&gt;I could escape.. &lt;br /&gt;But I fronted long enough to know &lt;br /&gt;There&amp;nbsp;aint no way.. &lt;br /&gt;And today&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Im officially missing you.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;tamia, *officially missin you*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*till tmr morn' peeps.. get some rest ya'all!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109083835114949793?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109083835114949793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109083835114949793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109083835114949793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109083835114949793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/song-for-monday.html' title='song for Monday..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109083059925404835</id><published>2004-07-26T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:52:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timeout..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;timeout from office madness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i hate work on mondays.. piles n piles of paperwork, reports to go thru, calls to return, figures to finalise, meetings to attend.. all on a rainy Monday morning.. jeez. but hey, it gets me sooo busy, i have NIL time to think about other pressing things in my personal space.. so i guess it works out equally.. RYTE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ajeeb's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;starting uni todae.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jurong.. JEEZ. he was so cute, like an anxious puppy in the morning preparing to go to skool again after a hiatus for n.s of about 2.5 yrs.. now he's gotta hit them books/notes/lectures/tutorials again. got a new bag.. his wardrobe's&amp;nbsp;full of nikes/adidas's&amp;nbsp;for skool,&amp;nbsp;been workin out for em six-packs, got a new haircut,&amp;nbsp;got new Adidas's footies.. and MY brother is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and raring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to go. hehe. i hope his 1st real day at skool after the orientations go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i've been&amp;nbsp;getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;harrased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;by clients at work.. since i stepped in. one called me abt 10 times within a span of 15mins. my patience - tested. thank my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dad's genes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for such endurance. if it was my mum's -&amp;nbsp;jeez, lets not think abt the consequences!!&amp;nbsp;sooo looking forward to the end of the workdae. i hope it comes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;QUICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. can't wait to get home and just bum out. my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday norm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a jog too, maybe?? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* i feel a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wee bit better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i tink, from the previous nytez.. See, some time to myself do work wonders for my spirits hehe.. to all those who've been worrying.. Ned, flimz, cass, boy, heydar&amp;nbsp;n d rest whu &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;worryingly called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me up... I'm fine, I'll be ok.. N &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;up n runnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Soon enough. Till then,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;miss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all you want..&amp;nbsp;ayte... :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109083059925404835?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109083059925404835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109083059925404835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109083059925404835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109083059925404835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/timeout.html' title='timeout..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109081429156505075</id><published>2004-07-26T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:03:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gym, a few laps, pearl red tea n a looonnnnggg walk home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gym, a few laps, pearl red tea n a looonnnnggg walk home....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Qn: what do all the above have in common??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A: keepin'&amp;nbsp;yours truly&amp;nbsp;occupied on a Sunday dats what!!!&amp;nbsp;(ned's gona&amp;nbsp;go..'healthy lifestyle keperrrr')&amp;nbsp;*ja makes a face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok ok.. so i was bored. called up ayu/ita but these 2 princesses were stil aslp after a hard nyte'z of partyin... then i called ned up.. tink she's still depressed. soooooo packed my bags and off to the pool i went... did a few laps.. then went to the gym for some workout.. it was a sunday, thank god, most of the condo's residents were out shoppin or something.. i practically had the pool &amp; gym to myself, apart from a couple'a others.. not that it bothers me, i kinda liked the serenity anywayz hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maybe i needed it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;that kinda ate up my aftrnoon/evening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got home all tired&amp;nbsp;with achy muscles.. bummed out&amp;nbsp;on d sofa, had my pearl red tea in one hand, and my trustess heart cushion&amp;nbsp;on another..&amp;nbsp;n watched MEAN GIRLS with my 2 brothers.. laughs n ridicules on the plot, but&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;time well spent with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; both. hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on another event..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was at pasir ris interchange, went to get&amp;nbsp;my toiletries&amp;nbsp;from watsons n on the way back, i bumped into an old sec skoolmate of mine, whu was with her fiance.. aftr the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;missionary 2-cheek touches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;she gave me, she began asking me qns.. our conversation went something&amp;nbsp;like dis..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;S (her) : Eh ja, lama betul aku tak nampak kau... kau menghilang terus... what have you been up to?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me: nothing la, work onli... i havent been out that much actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: oh, kau dah kerja??? (looks at me up n down - i was wearing beach shorts and a sleeveless tee with&amp;nbsp;flip-flops&amp;nbsp;- at that particular moment i somehow felt like i wasnt wearing anytg infront of her&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;aku&amp;nbsp;ingat kau&amp;nbsp;masih sekolah lagi,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;masih lepak2 kat tamps..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tapi aku tgk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tak berubah eh kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. masih trendy lagi (with a smirk).. masih ader attraction mcm dulu..(sarcastically)&amp;nbsp;*den she turns to her 'AYANG', and goes.. ' u tengok dier, tak mcm dah kerja eh, dia dulu secondary skool sama i tau...' (then she turns back to me abruptly..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: Ehhh, kau sorang2 gi jalan??? takder 'bodyguard' ker? kau dah tunang??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;biler kau nak kahwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;?? (all in one breath)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me: nolah.. i.. (when she cut me halfway..) &lt;under&gt;*ja SMilez at her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(under my breath:&amp;nbsp;rude&amp;nbsp;%$~&amp;%(&amp;amp;, dun u noe manners to cut people halfway like dat???!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S: kau kan dulu yg byk peminats (with sarcasm n a smirk)... takkan skarang kau single... ohh, aku luper..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ni tunang aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &amp;nbsp;H***...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(at that moment i wished the mineral water in my hand would oh-so-conveniently&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;turn into hot, no make that boiling cofee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; for me to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'accidentally' spill it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;on her black minah top..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me: ohh... Hi.. &lt;under&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H (the fiance): hi.. (he looks at me awkwardly.. 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec, 4 sec, 5sec, 6... n then he got&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PROTECTIVELY hugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; by her!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me: &lt;under&gt;*pukeZZZZ oh puhleaseeeeeeeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*well, that conversation ended abruptly as i made up some excuse to go... jeez... wtf?? i was cursing undr my breath most of the way home.. i mean.. JEEZ!!!!!!! its one thing to be iritating.. its another to be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RUDELY iritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;!! for one, i wasnt lookin at UR guy, for two, he is soooo not my type, for three, i dun go for guys who wears sunglasses at NYTE, for four, i dun go for tapereds. get my gist????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*and what do&amp;nbsp;U care how i dress..my parents didnt specify what i can/cannot wear (well 'cept for skimpy outfits which borders on obscenity).. just course im working doesnt mean i have to dress kakak2/minah2 office&amp;nbsp;like U all e time!? kapiSh??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*and have you ever heard of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;financial/future/family plannin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;? there is such a thing u noe.. and some people do just that!!&amp;nbsp;jus course u're engaged with a tapered,flimsy-looking,scrawny mat doesnt mean i&amp;nbsp;have to be engaged/married anytime soon too... its&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; anyway. chetz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"spend all your time waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for that second chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a break that would make it okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;there's always one reason to feel not good enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it's hard at the end of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need some distraction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh beautiful release &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;memory seeps from my veins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;let me be empty and weightless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and maybe I'll find some peace tonight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;those of u from friendster whu's readin my crap hehe.. u guys be havin fun this wkend yar dun drink n drive (!!)... and thanks for the oh-so-thoughtful pick-me-ups.... for those whu havnt gotten an a.c yet... jeez... go go get one.. then add me! &lt;a href="mailto:accounts@skynetsin.com"&gt;accounts@skynetsin.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;another day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*hey u noe what... i had a brilliant idea..&amp;nbsp;i tink i need a holiday!!!!!!!!!!!! *sumthg to think abt!!!* ned, yat, flimz,&amp;nbsp;boy, sanz... whuever... any takers????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*ja still feels insecure @ the moment. jeez.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109064608906977874?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109064608906977874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109064608906977874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109064608906977874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109064608906977874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/spiritually-down.html' title='spiritually down...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109063880423448981</id><published>2004-07-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:01:54.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain on a saturday morn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hey hey.. its a lazy sat morn if u ask me. my eyes look horrendous cos i havent been sleepg so much these couple of nytes... jeez. so ugly. haha yeah yeah i noe.. yat n ned gona go... VAINPOTTTTTT. jeez. i AM a girl u noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ok lets recap. ydae morning, was early to work.. thats good. bad dae, moody dae, not much to say abt it. ydae evening, a mad rush to Traffic Police, Angkong got caught driving without bike insurance undr his name.. haiz. Needed a bailor. Went down thr - Boss sent me, mind u, did the gist, and left. With a migraine. I mean.. Can the workdae get any worse???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;went to meet up with the mismatched brady bunch aftr dat.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NAD, AYU, ITA, SALLY, KAK PAH&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. they were contemplating on a movie to watch..BUT we ended up at coffeebean instead. SLACKERZ. haha. n then begins the usual nonsensical girl talk. Felt like old times.. only.. YOT wasnt thr, n Ned was a tad bit on the it-doesnt-matter-anymore mood. Ita was her usual aloof self, ayu was her usual wrong-grammar-vocab-english 'IRITATIONSSSSSS' self, sally was sleepy, and sharifah was still just her. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nothing we talked about made sense.. but we were talking abt how different each of us were.. n they said.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was the mysterious one in the group , the one who is hard to know what/how im thinking/feeling. I am their audience, the one who watches over them, and their antics..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am i?? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i got home at 11.30.. nothing much to do/say.. and just as suddenly my alter-ego depressed side takes over. had a chat with BOo.. more questions. He's getting impatient, i can sense. But hey, its not my fault that im feeling this way, i didnt ASK to&amp;nbsp;feel hurt, i just do, and i'm being frank about it. u do something, someone feels hurt, ever heard of.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TIME HEALS&lt;/span&gt;? so its the time factor...gime time, and i'll get over it.&amp;nbsp;u dun get over it asap.. DO U? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i fel aslp at 7.30am, i got up 8.45am, all flustered and LATE!! showered, grabbed clothes, ran out, hailed a cab, got to work. in half hr. hehe... n its raining!!! JEEZ, what i'd do to get to stay at home right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i've gt to attend a bdae party latr, jeez..&amp;nbsp;a part of me&amp;nbsp;i feel like just staying at home all cooped up.. the other part tells me to go out and have fun, go clubbing with ayu/ita tonyte, go on a date, go swimming.. just do something!!! Jeez.. HAve you ever met anyone as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;COnfuSed&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*im feeling rather&amp;nbsp;insecure...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For one crazy reason or another i wished he was around to hug me.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the ego&amp;nbsp;in me says NO&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109063880423448981?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109063880423448981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109063880423448981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109063880423448981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109063880423448981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/rain-on-saturday-morn.html' title='rain on a saturday morn...'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109055838142296973</id><published>2004-07-23T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:01:26.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entertainin myself.. readin 'scopez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Saggitarians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are one of the luckiest signs, because you believe in following your wanderlust to your bliss and living life to the fullest. You seek to be a sage, and every aspect of your life seems to flow from that basic ambition. Extraordinary reading comprehension enhances your scholarship. And your yen for travel is a metaphor for your quest for knowledge. An abiding sense of optimism constitutes the soles of your vagabond shoes. Your gregarious personality and ability to navigate your way out of adversity fuels your faith in fun and adventure. You sing in the key of freedom, and that has definite implications for your love life. A conventional long-term relationship doesn't appeal to you because it implies a restrictive commitment. Only one that would enable you to remain totally free would suit your idea of happiness. You would make a good single guy/gal, because routine crushes your spirit, and you want to see too much of the planet and its peoples to be anything but a nomad. Your happiness requires a multiplicity of stimuli, and you're unlikely to settle down enough to suit a significant other who doesn't understand your impulse to stay on the move. Your prognosis for happiness is high, indeed, because wherever you lay your hat is your home. People you meet along the way don't feel like strangers; you hold friends close and your liberal wit and relaxed style put people at your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;really meh????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109055838142296973?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109055838142296973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109055838142296973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109055838142296973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109055838142296973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/entertainin-myself-readin-scopez.html' title='entertainin myself.. readin &apos;scopez..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109055202876812251</id><published>2004-07-23T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T13:00:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me cry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just let me cry.. i'll be fine aftr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i cried the whole night ydae.. n part of the morning too. i cried myself to sleep. somehow i'd felt it tat nyte, but i brushed it off, thinking, 'nah, it cant be, im just paranoid or something..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but hey hey, whaddya noe, GOD has a way of makin us see things.. well, maybe not us, but someone close to us, who will then relay what they saw to urs truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**WHY???? jeez,&amp;nbsp;you could have just told me, i wouldnt be as upset or dissapointed as i am now. u noe i wouldnt mind, but u kept it away, u gave up a false front, u gave excuses. N thats what bothers me!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the very&amp;nbsp;reasons u gave that you thought would make it okay,&amp;nbsp;are the very reasons that crushed me...totally... cos you are the last person i thought would do this. n now its done... i know.. u said your sorries.. but..**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just pls...let me cry, it keeps me sane.&amp;nbsp;and don't ask me so many questions. it bogs me. ya'all have seen me at my strongest, now this is probably my weakest. just let me be.. i'll be fine..soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im tired...&amp;nbsp;my eyes are soooo heavy, but somehow its filling up with tears again.. but i cant let it out. NO-NO.&amp;nbsp;its professionalism. i hate work. i&amp;nbsp;hate work at moments like this. i&amp;nbsp;have to pretend to be strong when im not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i wana go home. n bury myself in my comforter. n my teddy. n my music. n my bed... n i need a hug. someone.. anyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109055202876812251?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109055202876812251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109055202876812251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109055202876812251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109055202876812251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/let-me-cry.html' title='let me cry..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109037721773237076</id><published>2004-07-21T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T10:33:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hehe.. i still havnt got any nice nice shite done to this thing yet.. no time lah.. gime like a few weeks ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well.. was at the chalet on monday nyte, overnighted. Boo was thr.. with a whole bunch of his PCG mates. Felt outa place but oh well.. hehe. Stark contrast to the chalets that my normal clique of friends usually have.. no dancers for one thing hehe. the main event thr was the playstation set. lol the guys were practically queuin up to play!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seeing the PCG crew reminded me of ana, hell been like 2 months nvr see her.. so i dialled her up, guess what, Ms Policewoman was on an exercise then.. at like 10pm in the nite!!! hehe weirdness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aftr that i called ayu up. She was at youth park. No surprise thr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think im starting to miss them.. aLOT. need to make plans to meet them up again. Its been a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway.. the crew started to leave ard 11.. i tink. I tried to sleep before midnyte.. was rollin n rollin on the bed bt couldnt slp. Went out again n watched Boo vs PCG fren play soccer. Aftr all that n truly tired out by then, all of us went to bed.. i tink ard 2am?? Not tt much action i know hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Saw another side of boo during this whole thing.. he was more patient.. more attentive. Or was it just me? Did the past few months of distance make me imagine things? hehe dunoe eh.. but i realised i missed him. Really.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*conFusiOn..jA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109037721773237076?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109037721773237076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109037721773237076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109037721773237076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109037721773237076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678451.post-109022741420207218</id><published>2004-07-19T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T16:56:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ja's got her own blog!!!! hehehe testing testing.. i still wonder how this would turn out, but wtf.. thank ned n yat for makin me wana try this out.. neway.. jeez, im like a kid whu's trying out some new lego or somethin manz... i wonder how they get to change colours n shite.. i tink im gona have to bribe ned for a favour.. jeez.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678451-109022741420207218?l=complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109022741420207218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678451&amp;postID=109022741420207218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109022741420207218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678451/posts/default/109022741420207218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicated_thoughts.blogspot.com/2004/07/test-test.html' title='test test'/><author><name>complicated*thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
