<?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-25249349</id><updated>2011-08-30T17:38:51.547+08:00</updated><category term='Emotional Ramblings'/><title type='text'>M i s s b o o h a z e l*</title><subtitle type='html'>*Sinful Indulgences of Her Soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8098398608090958336</id><published>2008-06-01T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:59:58.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have moved to .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missboohazel.vox.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://missboohazel.vox.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please refer there for more er.. rants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cya !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8098398608090958336?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8098398608090958336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8098398608090958336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8098398608090958336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8098398608090958336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/06/shifted.html' title='Shifted!'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8053673821602974973</id><published>2008-05-24T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:17:52.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog will be redundant till the 9th of June!</title><content type='html'>What else ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having my finals till then.. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this and i just want it to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8053673821602974973?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8053673821602974973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8053673821602974973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8053673821602974973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8053673821602974973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-will-be-redundant-till-9th-of-june.html' title='Blog will be redundant till the 9th of June!'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1059779474136733921</id><published>2008-05-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:55:58.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning chinese 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is what i wrote to him the other day while we were both studying at his college ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195480490449424770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoN-q610YI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MK7ECgHCFGY/s320/SP_A2388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It says Joshua Chiang i love you.. do you love me ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Har har yea i know i'm lame laaa but i was bored ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i so don't know how to write chinese la, never been to a chinese school and can't even speak it to save my life .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195481439637197202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoO16610ZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c0SYKFV5zFQ/s320/SP_A2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is what he replied "You are .. ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fella damn smart. Wanted to write who are you but dunno how to write who in chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195482135421899170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoPea610aI/AAAAAAAAAII/wAk28wZC4hs/s320/SP_A2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i replied by putting the :( face cos i dunno how to reply laar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195482225616212402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoPjq610bI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lwyryzCYwmY/s320/SP_A2391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then he wrote.. "You are :(?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195482307220591042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoPoa610cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/85eqy9Rr86Q/s320/SP_A2392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Damn geram so i wrote.. "I am your girlfriend laah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195482504789086674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoPz6610dI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gRX7H9cFHro/s320/SP_A2393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then he replied some super canggih shit which i dunno.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it says "When was this or something.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then me being the smartie pants wrote our anniversary date and he asked "Really ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i know damn lame can die dot com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bored ok.. I mean look at my face lah ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195484630797898210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoRvq610eI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_MN-Gsc2cK0/s320/SP_A2372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG, i'm so clueless about everything and already so sick of studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobs. Please kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1059779474136733921?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1059779474136733921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1059779474136733921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1059779474136733921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1059779474136733921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-chinese-101.html' title='Learning chinese 101'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/SBoN-q610YI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MK7ECgHCFGY/s72-c/SP_A2388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2566615867348337052</id><published>2008-04-01T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:04:58.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because =)</title><content type='html'>Was in a whole lotta stressfulness and having some stupid perpetual back pains last week (pms!) and then went clubbing on Thursday and some fat biatch stepped on my poor feet. I've got a bruise the shape of a heel now.. And today i have some major super damn pain can die dot com cramping goin on. Been bedridden the whole day. Seriously i felt like i was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night he said that he wanted to talk about some "stuff" and i was like thinking damn i really don't need this right now.. although he ensured me it was nothing and he just wanted to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine what kinda stuff went thru my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the nite.. he presented me with 57 of these ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183903052192235026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/R_DsXEf7PhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A05eMWo-unM/s320/SP_A2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183903395789618722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/R_DsrEf7PiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dZrCL2mAEEI/s320/SP_A2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... just to make me feel better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks dear.. i love it =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s : no idea why its 57. just some random pick. haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2566615867348337052?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2566615867348337052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2566615867348337052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2566615867348337052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2566615867348337052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-because.html' title='Just because =)'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/R_DsXEf7PhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A05eMWo-unM/s72-c/SP_A2150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-6978753433838242656</id><published>2008-03-19T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:03:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>God every thing's been crazy over the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been like tying up loose ends every now and then before it comes unraveling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, uni is a bitch. My finals are in June and i haven't started shit. I'm wondering where do i freaking find the strength right now. Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i have more time in a day but then again if i do.. i'd prollie sleep more. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, i'm so messed up i don't even know what i'm rambling on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows just a lil update for everyone to know that i'm still alive just six feet under books and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a miracle if i don't collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i miss everyone and i miss the partying days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, life's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-6978753433838242656?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/6978753433838242656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=6978753433838242656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6978753433838242656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6978753433838242656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1092283240188255978</id><published>2008-02-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T05:06:13.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random updates</title><content type='html'>Okays i realised it's been a freaking long time since I've update this dusty abandoned blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows here are some random updates in random order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*went to JayChou's concert!! oh god, i'm still estactic over it and everyone is so not going to hear the end of it until his next concert in M'sia. *haha*&lt;br /&gt;*met someone new which i'm really happy with&lt;br /&gt;*went through some rough moments which i'm glad that its over but even so memories of it will still linger always somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;*gonna go through a whole hurricane and thunder in may and june cos of the final examinations&lt;br /&gt;*celebrated a wonderful valentine's day and believe that whatever you want will just pop out around the corner like literally *grins*&lt;br /&gt;*celebrated a great chinese new year with the ones i heart at Ipoh and never had so much fun just sitting and eating and laughing about our good old times&lt;br /&gt;*grown fat cos of all the freaking food!&lt;br /&gt;*cried a million times cos of some emotional turmoil&lt;br /&gt;*met new friends&lt;br /&gt;*went on silly spontaneous road trips with close friends to PD and Malacca&lt;br /&gt;*went through a tough break up and am slowing getting back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;*procrastinated like crazy and my fucken exams is like 3months away&lt;br /&gt;*went partying like mad&lt;br /&gt;*grew closer with people i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brains are not working at the moment now cos its fucking 5am and all Reen and i can do online right now is bitch about how the exams are nearing and we're still procrastinating like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how its happening again to us like this time last year and we're so gonna forget about this important and deep conversation of how we're dying inside tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should cut off all social contact with humans at the moment and concentrate on my books and by the end of June when its all over, i'd probably have no friends left except for Reen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, its us again Reen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1092283240188255978?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1092283240188255978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1092283240188255978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1092283240188255978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1092283240188255978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-updates.html' title='Random updates'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1954252829914263349</id><published>2008-01-29T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T03:18:35.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>There's always a part in all of us that people that once loved us before will always stay. They're like long gone fingerprints left on the tips of our own fingers which we sometimes will rub against and feel the sensation of what was there before. Love isn't something simple or easily described. Everyone goes through it and not realising what kind of outcome it might bring. Some endings may be happy some may not be. Most of the time we're just plainly hurt. I for one is not being cynical just moderately unhappy with how things may turn out to be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder to myself how does two people really fall in love or what makes them fall out of love then ? Then i realise that there isn't an explanation to it. It just happens. Its as if its the most natural thing to do. The important thing remains being who are we really falling in love with and is it worth the love we are going to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not take two to tango most of the time because there will always be one person loving the other without being loved in return. But i admire these people because they never really expect anything in return and no matter how much of a love they are giving or sacrificing for that person it does not matter to them because at that time they know the smile that can be brought upon their face is what matters the most to them. I really do admire these people who can constantly love a person for as long as they do until one day they realise that its probably time to stop. That's when the other person tend to feel the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these nights of loneliness its only the emptiness i feel from the person that i once loved for so long and so deep. Sometimes i wonder to myself how did i lose all sense of belonging and not wanting to be in the story anymore. Its hard to imagine my life without him before this time and now i'm here i realised it isn't that hard really. But what ticks the most is not why but how..&lt;br /&gt;His fingerprints has left a burnt mark on mine and when i ponder about it i feel the burning pain deep inside but its not the sense of belonging anymore, its just isn't the same anymore. And that hurts more than anything because once upon a time i felt so much overpowering of care and protection and now what's left are only the pieces of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that nights i know i am moving on. Slowly but i am. No more tears would be my first goal and no more putting the blame on myself on how all these happened would come then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to be a security blanket which i cover myself with every night. I don't want you to be someone that would just fill the gaps of the person that was once there but most of all i don't want to know if this isn't what i really what i truly feel for you because i know i want it more than anything for you to be someone that could show me the way again. I want to be in love again but not right now. I need time and i hope that you'd be my time for now and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things may not change most of the time but it alters or moulds to a person's life and changes it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that if i cried you'd be the one trying to understand me and cry with me but try your very best to make me smile again because i deserve the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess you changed my life without knowing it and eventhough he may be a part of me that will always and forever be there but you'd be the next part that i will never know unless and until i give you that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that chance would come but i need more time to walk away from these scars first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1954252829914263349?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1954252829914263349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1954252829914263349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1954252829914263349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1954252829914263349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/01/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8725893582810530997</id><published>2008-01-22T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:59:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i'm ignorant</title><content type='html'>The love in our relationship has passed the stage where its been so saturated there's almost nothing left. I don't know why am i holding back right now when i know i have no regrets in letting go of what we had for these two years. Its been so long since i've made up my mind but now that i found that you have been moving on its even harder for me to accept that this is really the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the end of us never really meant the end. We never fought in these two years but the moment we tore apart is where all the fighting took place. Me trying to fight loose while you trying to put us together. It feels like only yesterday we talked again but now we seem so distant from each other. I never imagined that i can feel this way because i was the one that let go of us in the first place. Why would my mind be playing tricks on me now after everything is undone ? Is it just a part of our history now that we've been in love ? Is our love not strong enough to go thru every weather ? Was i wrong for pushing you too far away because of what i wanted ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd still be good friends after everything guess i thought wrong. You said you still care only you didn't want me to know that you still do. I know i SHOW that i don't care but part of me still cares what do you do everyday and whether do you still think of me. I know that i am selfish for still wanting you to care about me like you still do even when now we're not together anymore but isn't all human being selfish ? Is it so wrong to want someone who used to love you with all their heart to at least just care a little more than they should ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck do i really want now ? I know i don't want it back but i still want him to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i know deep down inside me i feel that my heart is breaking silently every night without my consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sucks big time because i know i can do nothing about it now. I'm in between emotions of letting my heart love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8725893582810530997?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8725893582810530997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8725893582810530997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8725893582810530997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8725893582810530997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/01/because-im-ignorant.html' title='Because i&apos;m ignorant'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2098374360428723474</id><published>2008-01-19T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T05:52:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid that i will fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i'm more afraid to feel that i cannot love again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that if i let go now i won't be able to see you again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still am not ready and i know that you understand and i know that it takes time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you understand that no matter how far i go with this there is always a part of me that will still think of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only now i'm feeling the void that cannot be expressly explained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with this stupid feeling of emptiness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to know how to love someone again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2098374360428723474?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2098374360428723474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2098374360428723474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2098374360428723474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2098374360428723474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5422534405043377511</id><published>2008-01-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:00:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing down the past</title><content type='html'>Am hearing to Chris Brown's Say goodbye at the moment and feeling a lil emo-ish all night long. I don't know what has been bugging me.. 2007 has been a rocky road for me. Felt almost as if i had a long ride on a still rollercoaster. It has its ups and downs and its round of deja vus. Its not easy letting go of a person you once loved for so long, i just felt that today after a month of not feeling anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marks the day where i took of my ring which i wore faithfully for the past 2 years and i don't think i've ever felt so much heartache and pain that i never knew before. But like wat Lis said people don't die from heartaches they only wished they did. I know i'm not dying or anything but i guess maybe the closure of the chapter is just as hard as any other closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been easy but i know i will be alright.. I know i am not in love with him anymore but i just can't pretend that i had stopped caring because i know somewhere deep down inside me i still do but it just remains to be something silent and still for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time people fall in love for no reasons and it is always unexplainable how feelings developes and i guess its the same when you fall out of love for someone. The reason i know deep down in my heart is the same reason i felt months ago. When the way you touch a person  or the way your eyes don't shine or the way you slowly let go of the hands of the person you once loved changes then its a sign that the chapter is meant to be closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my chapter a month ago after months of telling myself i can still do this but deep down inside i know i want otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you let go of someone who was once so important in your life ? How did the feelings faded when all he did was try his best to make you happy? How did i feel so indifferent and what made him call me 'cold blooded' and not giving him a chance to prove that maybe things can work out ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what i want anymore but all i know this is the day on the dot after a month i am finally tearing down the past and letting go of everything slowly and crying my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain i'm feeling and letting go of something is so indescriable but i'm glad that i am finally moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5422534405043377511?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5422534405043377511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5422534405043377511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5422534405043377511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5422534405043377511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/01/tearing-down-past.html' title='Tearing down the past'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8724798617161426040</id><published>2008-01-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:21:33.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year and indifference</title><content type='html'>I never thought that in life you could feel indifferent about a person which you once loved so much. Everything happens for a reason and sometimes we ourselves don't even know the reason why our heart tells us so. Does it really prove anything if we keep defending ourselves or pretending to be in love ? I know i wouldn't take that step and if there is a way for me to turn back time right now i know i still would not take that chance because when you stop loving someone, you'd just know that leaving is the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to build so much hate in other people and the best thing to do is probably stop caring. When my heart tells my mind to not cry anymore that was the turning point in a relationship that i know that was not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything said in a relationship or promises made to build a lifetime together is not what makes the relationship a guarantee to be long lasting. People fall out of love all the time and what makes it harder is when one feels indifferent about the other. It may look like a whole different picture to others but it doesn't really matter when you believe in yourself and only you know what is the real reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8724798617161426040?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8724798617161426040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8724798617161426040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8724798617161426040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8724798617161426040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-and-indifference.html' title='New year and indifference'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5141409141514734163</id><published>2007-11-16T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T04:49:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of control</title><content type='html'>I'm telling myself everyfuckingsingleday that i should stop shopping .. but the thing is i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i am so not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week i have bought one too many tops, skirts, bags, shoes and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm on the verge of bankruptcy lah.. Anyone kindly wants to take me out on a date and spend me a nice dinner which i think i so deserve ? I'll be nice i swear !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ?? *big sad wet eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i have shit loads of reading assignments to do and all i can think of now is the bag i saw in Pyramid today which i'm prollie gonna get soonish before i totally lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously i will lose it if i don't get that bag.&lt;br /&gt;*But why do i need so many bags ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh every girl can't have too many bags .. what is my head talking about ??&lt;br /&gt;*No seriously why do i need so many bags which i'm prollie not gonna use unless i have to..&lt;br /&gt;No, i need that bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how my mind battles everyday ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired already and therefore i need a nice dinner preferably one that doesn't have a menu that consist of carbs only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hAhAa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn incoherent can die wei my post. Can't blame me my mind is still battling about the fucking bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5141409141514734163?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5141409141514734163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5141409141514734163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5141409141514734163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5141409141514734163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-control.html' title='Out of control'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5989897365267284447</id><published>2007-11-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:13:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The accidental shoe meet</title><content type='html'>secret*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Hazel likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. it's been a freaking long time since i've blogged. I've been so sickish like right after i recovered from the last sickish moment. -_-  My nose is clogged up, my voice is husky(i think i'll sound sexier in bed with the huskiness) and my mind's a bit not right. lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday Lis got into an accident and so happen on the same day Reen drove into the divider on federal cos she fucking fell asleep. Crazy woman. So my two best friends actually got into an accident on the same day. That's a story to tell. It was so hectic as we had to go and make the police report near college and i was so fucking pissed at the Sergeants there as they were fucking screaming their heads off at my face like i'm some kind of an idiot. Seriously now he was asking what happened and we fucking told him and he's like arguing with us about what's right and wrong. I felt like telling him to go and hump a donkey or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for class today and i swear i nearly fell asleep cos i was dead bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i have a one week break. I will make sure that i pamper myself with countless shopping trips buying clothes which i'll prollie wear like once or so and stuff myself with so much food then i die happily. *haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows i also just bought MayZhee's new book and its abso-fucking-lutely funny dot com. Although she's only 16 i absolutely take my hats off to her cos her book is so different from the other chick lites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how 16 year olds seem to keep amusing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5989897365267284447?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5989897365267284447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5989897365267284447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5989897365267284447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5989897365267284447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/11/accidental-shoe-meet.html' title='The accidental shoe meet'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3678987139059426488</id><published>2007-10-30T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:59:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need retail therapy</title><content type='html'>Been bumming in for quite some time now and i'm getting so sick of watching the idiot box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lis cos we always go on our super shopping spree and now she has to sit for her exams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for her to be done so we can get some serious shopping done. *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not depressed, i just have PMS. And yes retail therapy is like one of the cures for it. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw i haven't been updating cos i've been super busy trying to understand LandLaw and it is seriously giving me some fucked up headaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stress can die dot com. Lis are u reading this ? If you are (even if you're not) i'm holding u accountable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need tea. So i'm gonna bugger off and watch more of the idiot box. Ya, i've got no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, i'm not dead ok but i'm guessing i'm almost there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3678987139059426488?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3678987139059426488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3678987139059426488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3678987139059426488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3678987139059426488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-retail-therapy.html' title='I need retail therapy'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7896224625010149644</id><published>2007-10-17T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:32:51.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I swear Pyramid is a fucking sinful place. I've been there almost like everyday this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Co, TGIF and Italianese is gonna open there soon. Looks like Lis and I is gonna go there every-fucken-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay have to run off to do some studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when something interesting happens in my boring life lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: get well soon ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7896224625010149644?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7896224625010149644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7896224625010149644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7896224625010149644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7896224625010149644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/10/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7192399404175190092</id><published>2007-10-10T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:04:47.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damage dot com</title><content type='html'>Going shopping with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; is such a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna curl up with the brother tonight and watch some dvd's. I even bought popcorn o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how lifeless i am. Maybe i should see the light and do some studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time i'll just laze around until that feeling passes. *hAHa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7192399404175190092?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7192399404175190092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7192399404175190092&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7192399404175190092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7192399404175190092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/10/damage-dot-com.html' title='Damage dot com'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7588916554599407382</id><published>2007-10-09T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:52:16.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying, work, cramps and a shitload of reading</title><content type='html'>Went to Maisons on Thursday and had a blast with the gang and met up with Junnie there together with her gang of friends. My legs were like dying by the end of the night. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole load of funny incidents occured there. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at The CGS the next day to cover the bloody event. I've never felt so tired in my life before. And then after that some girl actually pissed the bloody shit of me. Work is work lah, like wtf, you don't want to bloody work just go back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway thru the day already i was feeling all shitty my period HAD to come lah. Then i had cramps. Very bad cramps. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RwoLLkcCPoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Pl0N0x-Amy0/s1600-h/censored.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118916219847720578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RwoLLkcCPoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Pl0N0x-Amy0/s320/censored.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had classes on Sunday and here i am now blogging in a rush of updates because Land Law is confusing me and i have to attend to it before it gets angry and hates me for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a blur. Will update soon once i'm feeling all sane again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7588916554599407382?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7588916554599407382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7588916554599407382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7588916554599407382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7588916554599407382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/10/partying-work-cramps-and-shitload-of.html' title='Partying, work, cramps and a shitload of reading'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RwoLLkcCPoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Pl0N0x-Amy0/s72-c/censored.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3545994038357711560</id><published>2007-09-30T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:16:47.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and work</title><content type='html'>Fuck i'm having the worst sore throat ever. I've been spitting bloody phlegm and been coughing like a bitch and i have a fever. Fucken hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in an hour i'm gonna be leaving to Penang for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please pamper me when i get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3545994038357711560?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3545994038357711560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3545994038357711560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3545994038357711560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3545994038357711560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick-and-work.html' title='Sick and work'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3588954793297074916</id><published>2007-09-28T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:08:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual sleepovers</title><content type='html'>We had family law class today and our lecturer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ms Mary&lt;/span&gt; was telling us how if our husbands sleep with another woman its of cos adultery but if he sleeps with another man its just .. so very very wrong. *lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked again abit later ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: So lets say if the wife sleep with another woman, what does that constitutes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haireen: Duh, casual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rvvh74V-oXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XrrroU1VCo0/s1600-h/whatevah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114930220662432114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rvvh74V-oXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XrrroU1VCo0/s320/whatevah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of mine and Haireen's antics was ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: If you divorce a really rich man .. what do you get out of the marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haireen and I: Money lahh of course !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: I swear you're in the right class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haireen and I: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RvvhqoV-oWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9VyX4UItn-Q/s1600-h/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114929924309688674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RvvhqoV-oWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9VyX4UItn-Q/s320/laughing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: So how does one terminate a marriage ? As we know there is nullity,divorce and .. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haireen: You kill him ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: Right. Its called death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haireen: Oh yeah ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See don't you just love law right now ? We even learn about consummation of marriage. Really. Well it just basically means you have to have sex la after you're married and it won't be a valid consummation and either one party can actually like null the marriage if it was not done in the "proper and natural way". -_- Apparently if you use like a condom one can also still null the marriage! *double u tee efff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 50k just to learn about these things. So.very.interesting. I think i'm gonna be a very good family lawyer. *tee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3588954793297074916?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3588954793297074916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3588954793297074916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3588954793297074916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3588954793297074916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/casual-sleepovers.html' title='Casual sleepovers'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rvvh74V-oXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XrrroU1VCo0/s72-c/whatevah.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1374079619707897681</id><published>2007-09-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:00:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of work and trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;By trust i meant the law of trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By work i mean the literal meaning of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well these two just summed up my day .. I'm currently working for the Championship Gaming Series doing their promo as team leads together with&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Joyce&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Michelle&lt;/span&gt;. It's okay so far. Nothing much really to do as we basically just travel all around Klang Valley's cyber cafes and stay there for 15mins after getting people to register and leaving some advertising stuff there. So most of the time i must say are really spent sitting in the car travelling from one place to the other. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thank god for good team mates or i'll die instantly on the spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after being back for like almost 3 hours now i've been reading like 40 pages of Penner for Trust Law. And i actually find it kinda interesting. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rvgjy4V-oUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/13ICvNh2w34/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113876733904200002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rvgjy4V-oUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/13ICvNh2w34/s320/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shit, signs of turning into a law freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg i have a fucken crazy madilicious crave for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Big Apple&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J.Co&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;donuts. Any volunteers ? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RvgkkoV-oVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zWdOt7qnvQk/s1600-h/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113877588602691922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RvgkkoV-oVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zWdOt7qnvQk/s320/laughing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *clue : you can actually get &lt;strong&gt;BOTH&lt;/strong&gt; from Pavillion. *teehee* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay time to get some shut eyes because life battery is so dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1374079619707897681?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1374079619707897681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1374079619707897681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1374079619707897681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1374079619707897681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-work-and-trust.html' title='Of work and trust'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rvgjy4V-oUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/13ICvNh2w34/s72-c/blush.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7326366114874515832</id><published>2007-09-21T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:58:34.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with the hot ..</title><content type='html'>.. babe ,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Stella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my freaking god it's been like forever since i've met up with Stella darling. I missed her so fucking a lot. Anyway we finally met up today after like over a month. *haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the evening shopping around and went to Friday's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of eye candy there already made us full. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows gotta run off now. Still feeling shit full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is anyone in the mood to go party ? I'm like in dire need to party lahh. *party bells ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot Reen said that its 'puasa month' hence no clubbing but she pottered herself off to Maisons, Bed and Ruums last night. *biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lah, why do i have friends like that ? Best friends somemore. *HAhA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i love you babe. *mwahhss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, damn incoherent wei my blabbering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7326366114874515832?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7326366114874515832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7326366114874515832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7326366114874515832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7326366114874515832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/dinner-with-hot.html' title='Dinner with the hot ..'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3039892591754843233</id><published>2007-09-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:43:54.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just don't change</title><content type='html'>Its been some time since i actually sat down and ponder about what is like all about. Its been a really really long time since i actually done anything with my life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know a lot of people are wondering what is up with the boyfriend. The boyfriend is fine and never been better :) I know i hardly mention him at all but i guess we're now actually passed the stage of being just together. I have grown wiser in these 2 years i've been with him and i'm thankful cos i actually found someone that treats me and respects me for who i really am. Words just cannot explain the feeling i feel for this guy. I dunno if its just luck or fate that brought us together but i'm glad that until today we've never been apart. *Oh i'm also very glad and happy that my parents who never liked any of my bfs before actually is in love with him. Wonder what he did. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some things just don't change over the years. Its not easy for me to imagine a life without him in it. It was like he was always there. I know lah corny right ? Whatever i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad and happy that with every passing day i feel myself loving him more and even if i did some things i know i shouldn't have he will always be the guy i think of before i fall asleep at night and the guy i know i'll always go back to in the end. I'm not being shallow or superficial thinking that this is gonna last forever but truthfully and i can honestly say that some things just don't change and this is one of it which i'm almost so sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From, the girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Our 2 year anniversary is in less than a month. I love you till the cows come home. *tee hee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3039892591754843233?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3039892591754843233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3039892591754843233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3039892591754843233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3039892591754843233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-things-just-dont-change.html' title='Some things just don&apos;t change'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3209626593161682668</id><published>2007-09-16T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:52:50.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terengganu, the land of honorary boredom</title><content type='html'>So anyways since i have time today i might as well blog about the trip to Terengganu before my memory fail me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Chris drove all the way there via the Karak Highway or something and goddamnit it took us like freaking 8 hours to just get there. No, we weren't lost. Terengganu is THAT far okay. Well partly cos we actually took a detour to Kuantan cos we really really had to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i seriously have to say that Terengganu ah, is like ah, the boringiest place one could ever go for city people lah i mean. Honestly. Do you know how hard is it to actually buy beer and ciggies there ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we all stayed at MerangSuria on the first day and oklah the scenery and ambience actually compensated our disappointment for the lack of social life they have. The sky there seems clearer and omg i swear i've never seen a clearer sky ever in my life ! The place is really great if you wanna get away and just chill (for a day or two that is, any more might just bore you to pieces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110532841107891618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RuxCis80JaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1-OAry1KWCo/s320/SP_A0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knowww, didn't i tell you already ? Its freaking breathtaking lah. This was taken in the morning at about 8 and it looks as though the kinda of picture you find in your handphone or computer as you wallpaper or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110533429518411186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RuxDE880JbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WWKp1kJtvxc/s320/SP_A0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyhows we were suppose to stay there for 2 days but then i guess MYC didn't want to pay so much so they transferred us to stay in KT instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh there was a big hooha because initially we were going to stay at this rented house and we all made so much fuss about it cos the place was so damn fucking rundown. So we rented another place instead for 1k for three nights. And it was soooo much better. No piccies from there cos everyone malas. *haha* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then for the last day we had to drive all the way to Dungun and stay at this weird looking place lah. Not interesting wan, so i'm not gonna blog about it. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, thank god for the good company of friends we had or else i swear i'll go insane and jump off the building or something. At least it was a good way of earning money and spending time bonding with friends (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, when we were there MYC actually wanted us to extend our days and go to Kelantan but everyone was already so knackered so we rejected their offer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, i so cannot remember what exactly happened lah but you get the gist lah. Its not like i've visited some really nice i-have-to-take-a-pic-with-everything kind of place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta sign off now. Class tomorrow. Yups, on a freaking Sunday where everyone else sleep in or go to church. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3209626593161682668?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3209626593161682668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3209626593161682668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3209626593161682668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3209626593161682668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/terengganu-land-of-honorary-boredom.html' title='Terengganu, the land of honorary boredom'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RuxCis80JaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1-OAry1KWCo/s72-c/SP_A0817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-495373524608394274</id><published>2007-09-15T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T03:43:18.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110145486597399938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RuriPs80JYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X6Fjt4kiVcE/s320/secret.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i'm a total sucker when it comes to romantic movies and today i went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;. It's a freaking double killer romantic movie for me cos Jay Chou is in it and its actually freaking romantic+nice+sad+all the essence needed for pure simple love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110147200289351058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rurjzc80JZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/U6C5AxEffyk/s320/Secret-Bunengshuodemimi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm a bit late but for whoever that hasn't watch it i totally recommend it. If you don't like movies that has little dialogue or very slow storyline then this is prollie not the best movie for you to catch. But all in all its pretty awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its not just because i'm so totally in love with Jay Chou ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-495373524608394274?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/495373524608394274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=495373524608394274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/495373524608394274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/495373524608394274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RuriPs80JYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X6Fjt4kiVcE/s72-c/secret.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5250761486364215161</id><published>2007-09-14T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:32:13.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lis the murderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lis : I wanna eat tea egg !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : Why do you have weird cravings ar ? Are u pregnant ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lis : Yeah, with McKendrick's (the write of our ContractLaw textbook) child. After its birth i'll kill it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : .... okay. &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/25249349-5250761486364215161?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5250761486364215161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5250761486364215161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5250761486364215161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5250761486364215161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/lis-murderer.html' title='Lis the murderer'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8063216474077301579</id><published>2007-09-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:08:07.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to college ..</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have time at all to blog lah. So these few weeks or so my blog is gonna be a bit redundant as my classes just commence and i have to read like 1155653321546 pages of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please bury me alive. Actually no need la, the notes are already burying me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu was okie and mediocre and the weather as usual was a bitch. No i didn't see any turtles but the scenery was breathtakingly(is this a word?) beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i have to go read up on Nullity for Family Law now and confuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update soon lah when i have the time. I swear i don't even have time to shit anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8063216474077301579?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8063216474077301579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8063216474077301579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8063216474077301579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8063216474077301579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-college.html' title='Back to college ..'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8713333588886095504</id><published>2007-09-05T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:23:54.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed</title><content type='html'>Argh, the results are out and i did okie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was like the longest 10minutes of my life waiting for the guy to come down and get me my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully i passed and that's all that clears my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reen darling i promised you a post and you'll get it real soon okies ? See u soonish i miss yah and can't wait to start class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows i'm gonna postpone the trip to Terengganu post later because i'm still working and i need to clear everything up before i can find time for myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8713333588886095504?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8713333588886095504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8713333588886095504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8713333588886095504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8713333588886095504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/09/passed.html' title='Passed'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3228306788001820468</id><published>2007-08-22T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T04:04:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... missing Penang. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not the working part though just the food and the chillexing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was there since last Sunday and just got back yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work has been great but Penang's weather is sucha bitch. It always rain every now and then midnights and it has been awfully hot in the day and due to that i've become like really really tan and dark right now. I look chindian. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhows we stayed in this place called the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; GoodHopeInn&lt;/span&gt; from Monday till Friday and then switched to Continental Hotel on Friday and stayed there till Monday. All in all it was a good trip and we had so much fun talking cock till middle of the night and watching DVDs. (Yah, GoodHope had a dvd player ok, don't play.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with JooNee, Nescafe Kickstart last season's winner. And golly she's such a nice girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101235112701644274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss6TrhUzfI/AAAAAAAAADo/gCtFEyf5VHQ/s320/SP_A0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took this in Chris's car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached there and first thing we did was to check in and then of course went out to have some of Penang's delicious food. Chris had this whole list of good food ready. For a moment i thought i was on a holiday trip. But it was great fun with the group. Bruce came on Friday to joined us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101236684659674626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss7vLhUzgI/AAAAAAAAADw/wfpollqLukk/s320/SP_A0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; At New Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently Chris's team is labelled as the Pervert team back in the office. Well at the end of this trip i know why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101238793488616978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss9p7hUzhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VGU9C_nTm-4/s320/SP_A0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At Institut Per-Khim Goon. (Don't ask me what's up with the name.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh we met Ms. Goon there. HAHA. Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway we went over to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IPG Penang, TARC, KDU&lt;/span&gt; and also&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; USM&lt;/span&gt;. The first three was okie but USM was sucha bitch cos of the weather. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101241409123700338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RstACLhUznI/AAAAAAAAAEo/B4ZGHB7zTQg/s320/SP_A0777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101241963174481554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RstAibhUzpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7sbGJZoG4yo/s320/SP_A0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101240906612526674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss_k7hUzlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qz-XYLV1vCw/s320/SP_A0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101240301022137906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss_BrhUzjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o3g3abyzprM/s320/SP_A0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101242929542123202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RstBarhUzsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/60jvk-T02h0/s320/SP_A0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101242779218267826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RstBR7hUzrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fjAzwFjkaO4/s320/SP_A0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101239622417305122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss-aLhUziI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2ehZApN_AbA/s320/SP_A0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Monday before we left the island we decided to take a trip off to Kek Lok Si since its been sucha long time since all of us actually went there. And i was surprised because it had changed so much. Now one can even drive up the hill. I remember the last time i went there we had to walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101240721928932930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss_aLhUzkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/srl-96SC1mA/s320/SP_A0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101241026871610978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss_r7hUzmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lhMfRPeF3DA/s320/SP_A0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101242122088271522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RstArrhUzqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IP-vQ6WZk1s/s320/SP_A0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101241653936836226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RstAQbhUzoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yreksQAE4wM/s320/SP_A0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Penang was really really nice and all of us were literally dreading to go back to KL's busy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, i'll be off again this Friday and this time we're gonna be heading to&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Terengganu&lt;/span&gt; for our last roadshow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Results are gonna be out by next week i heard and now i'm getting all nervous and agitated cos of that. ArrrGGh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anywas i have like a zillion pics but i'm too lazy to upload it. Lol. So tata till i'm off work again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3228306788001820468?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3228306788001820468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3228306788001820468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3228306788001820468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3228306788001820468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/already.html' title='Already'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rss6TrhUzfI/AAAAAAAAADo/gCtFEyf5VHQ/s72-c/SP_A0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1142985495812129115</id><published>2007-08-12T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:17:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>Adoi, i just got back and i'm like going off again later at 12pm to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we're gonna be going over to Penang and Kedah i think for about two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna tumpang buy anything although i dunno if i can get it right anot lahh, just drop me a line or msg on my cell. I promise to try my very best to get it back k. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go pack right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: June - take care aitesss ! Miss yah loads ! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Haireen and Lis - Missss you guysss.. Promise to see you guys soon k.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss everyone lah. The list is gonna be damn long and i'm damn chut sleepy liaozz.&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/25249349-1142985495812129115?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1142985495812129115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1142985495812129115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1142985495812129115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1142985495812129115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3500986362074118209</id><published>2007-08-11T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:53:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sephia</title><content type='html'>Okeh i'm so bloody addicted to this song by Sheila on 7  after listening it from John's cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded it and i'm listening to it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Chris said that the story behind this song is that there was this girl called Sephia  which is a fan of Sheila on 7 that called one of the members to help him with a song and then one day they headed over to her house only to know that this girl was dead long time ago. So they're actually singing to like get her spirit to rest in peace or something like that. o_O. And i thought it was a love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sephia - Sheila on 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,Sephia&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini ku takkan datang&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba 'tuk berpaling sayang&lt;br /&gt;Dari cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,Sephia&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini ku takkan pulang&lt;br /&gt;Tak usah kau mencari aku,demi cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Hadapilah ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah kita takkan abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korus;&lt;br /&gt;S'lamat tidur kekasih gelap ku[ooo.....Sephia]&lt;br /&gt;S'moga cepat kau lupakan aku&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejatimu takkan pernah sanggup untuk melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;S'lamat tinggal kasih tak terungkap [ooo.....Sephia]&lt;br /&gt;S'moga kau lupakan aku cepat&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejatimu takkan pernah sanggup untuk meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,Sephia&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah panggil namaku&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Dilain hari&lt;br /&gt;Hadapilah ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah kita takkan abadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3500986362074118209?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3500986362074118209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3500986362074118209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3500986362074118209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3500986362074118209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/sephia.html' title='Sephia'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5629541506873067619</id><published>2007-08-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:39:32.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right after ..</title><content type='html'>Right after i came back from Seremban i had to shower and change and make-up because the boyfriend and the gang had to go to Ruums for Jerryca's birthday. It was already kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to drop by Maisons to make it up for Mark but then couldn't because the boyfriend didn't drive. Sorry Marky! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super as it was ladies nite and some guys went on stage and had to strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics up soon after i get it from JoonWai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too tired and feeling a little clammy so i cancelled on Stella and Pam for the night out to Bar Savanh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5629541506873067619?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5629541506873067619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5629541506873067619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5629541506873067619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5629541506873067619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-after.html' title='Right after ..'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4260415711630233143</id><published>2007-08-11T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:33:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mediocrities of Seremban</title><content type='html'>Okeh. Seremban was mediocre lah. Nothing special although i was kinda excited when we were on our way there cos well i've never actually been there. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving to Seremban we were at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Informatics College&lt;/span&gt; and it totally sucked because the place is like dead. There were practically no students there. Anyhows after that JoonWai (renamed by our team ... he's called&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Superman&lt;/span&gt; now) and I went over to Steph's house to get a change of clothes and etc etc. She had classes so she stayed back and did not went with us. Had dinner at Bangsar and then left a bit after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UiTM, Seremban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work at Seremban was literally horrible. Everything was horrible. We were at UiTM and let's just say that i thought my college was worst. The weather was bloody hot for some reason and our booth on that day was right in front of of a Surau in the college's campus. I so cannot believe it wei. The crowd was also really bad and oh my god i've never seen anyone get so over excited playing a game of snakes and ladders. Like seriously. And also the people actually get damn excited winning a packet of coffee. W H Y ??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the only excitement for us there was prollie by a little smelly kancil (yes, the real animal lah) at the back of the campus and a seriously big arse mushroom we found while smoking. I seriously dunno what was it doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman was asking us to see the kancil when i retorted and said ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Never see Kancil before meh?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Its the real animal ok not the car lah.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; said something even funnier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Kancil ? How many CC ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day after packing up and stuff i don't know how did we ended up talking about chickens on chocobo island (don't tell me you dunno what's that ok. It's from Final Fantasy) and then &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; mentioned something about sewage burger aka SHIT burger, literally and then every other conversation was so cannot make it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that on our way back.. we spotted a few weird ass looking plants and Chris got so amused he decided to ask some people selling fruits at the side what was it. Well, it was dragonfruit. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the hotel and got a bad arse migrained and then stayed in and slept for a bit whilst the others went out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were staying there for like 3nights and all we all played black jack to which John lost like 800 bucks in total to Tricia and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, some drama happened and .. that's about it i guess. Shitness i've got like a low memory power ok. Can't remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second day, Lagenda College.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not too bad. Air conditioned and the crowd was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was then i was dubbed the Nescafe Mascot by Chris. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third and last day of work was at Tafe College.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, the post is getting shorter and shorter because my memory is failing and also i dunno what else to blog about lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4260415711630233143?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4260415711630233143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4260415711630233143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4260415711630233143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4260415711630233143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/mediocrities-of-seremban.html' title='The mediocrities of Seremban'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5053525776661681994</id><published>2007-08-06T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:05:10.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dismissal</title><content type='html'>Okay, so&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Shaun&lt;/span&gt; is out of the team, now what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows our team leader Shaun has been "dismiss" because of some internal reasons which we don't know of yet. So all the ambassadors are like half hanging except for Wai and I cos Tommy, one of the project executive asked us to continue working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be following &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chris &lt;/span&gt;and the gang to&lt;strong&gt; Negeri Sembilan&lt;/strong&gt; like tomorrow. God. Hopefully we're not gonna stay at some dodgy hotel lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows work has been okie not too bad i guess. I better not blog about anything incase any MYC members actually come across this blog. HAHA. Which is highly unlikely but just incase lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reen&lt;/span&gt; sms-ed me all the freaking way from Poland to tell me that results are out on the 26th .. this month. *panic* &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RrVnmggi3eI/AAAAAAAAADc/lhWPZ8yiPPA/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095092464698711522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RrVnmggi3eI/AAAAAAAAADc/lhWPZ8yiPPA/s320/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just when i'm about to forget all about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god i so need a life right now. My social life is officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on that note i'm fucking pissed at Marc because he fucking forgot my fucking birthday so i made him buy me ice-cream. *evil laughhhsss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5053525776661681994?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5053525776661681994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5053525776661681994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5053525776661681994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5053525776661681994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/dismissal_05.html' title='The dismissal'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RrVnmggi3eI/AAAAAAAAADc/lhWPZ8yiPPA/s72-c/sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7782734830003455666</id><published>2007-08-03T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:26:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before i go off again</title><content type='html'>Arghh .. i haven't been updating my blog cos of work and my sleeping patterns has totally gone back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its too normal that its not normal. I wake up at like around 8am and sleep at latest at 11pm. So not me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooss, work has been really busy and tiring but altogether fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh i'm gonna go and rest for abit now. I just got back from KBU college and its been a looooong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah everyone wish me happy belated birthday lahhh. Yesterday was great. Spent the day at Borneo looking at the boyfriend suffering getting his tattoo done. *heheheh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go off to Malacca with the team on Monday will be back only on the weekend. Gonna have a blast !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to hibernate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7782734830003455666?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7782734830003455666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7782734830003455666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7782734830003455666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7782734830003455666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/08/before-i-go-off-again.html' title='Before i go off again'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5760605244361610015</id><published>2007-07-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:21:13.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The update</title><content type='html'>Okay i'm finally free after two exhausting day of working. *haha* - Although most of the time i just sit and er, layan people who are interested in my layanings. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways so far its been okie and we've been getting lotsa weird 'dreamjob' from these people. This guy from Monash wrote that he wanted to be a fisherman to catch fish to eat as a source of protein. Is he like dead fucking serious ? Lol. And some guy wrote that he wants to be a gun manufacturer and his dream is to build a new government. 0_0 Another one was he wanted to be a character in the last Harry Potter movie. *very unlikely ok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows we will be pottering (no pun intended lah for HP fans) Malacca and Kelantan i think soon-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will take piccies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i read finish already Harry Potter and i think its absolutely-fucken- marvelous lah. Heart heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, leave me some love people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5760605244361610015?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5760605244361610015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5760605244361610015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5760605244361610015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5760605244361610015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='The update'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4213634858899691974</id><published>2007-07-18T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T02:27:01.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh eemm geee</title><content type='html'>I just found this tattoo which is almost similiar to the one i have in mind !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088232467052572242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rp0IeF1HLlI/AAAAAAAAADM/CerF73fuJu0/s320/tatt00.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has the freaking wings and halo i want but instead of angel i'm gonna do faith instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt; joked that if i do 'Faithless', he'll do it for free. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rp0I7l1HLmI/AAAAAAAAADU/3NmcFh_NrcI/s1600-h/whatevah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088232973858713186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rp0I7l1HLmI/AAAAAAAAADU/3NmcFh_NrcI/s320/whatevah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw my job has been postponed and i will only start on Monday the 23rd. Can't wait lah, i'm like fucking bored. Apparently our first stop will be at Monash Uni. Ironic cos i just went the job interview there with&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Lis&lt;/span&gt; the other day. According to Shaun, Cass cannot wait to start as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 more days till Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ARgggghh, cepat skit lar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4213634858899691974?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4213634858899691974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4213634858899691974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4213634858899691974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4213634858899691974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/oooh-eemm-geee.html' title='oooh eemm geee'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Rp0IeF1HLlI/AAAAAAAAADM/CerF73fuJu0/s72-c/tatt00.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-841413917556153353</id><published>2007-07-16T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:19:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job interview</title><content type='html'>Lis and I went for a job interview on Saturday and i swear it was damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never met anyone so anxious about hiring a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the interview he mentioned something about wanting to hire a person that is a pro in photocopying like people in ... 7-11. First of all i know there are people in 7-11 that do photocopying and stuff and i don't think they are like pro or whatever. I mean there are no photocopy courses are there ? But this guy here thinks that those people are pros in doing so and also he mentioned about them having a 'secret formula' in handling the cash. LIKE WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of it even. I mean seriously its just a bloody bookstore for heaven's sake. Yup Lis and I were so bored we actually applied for the job. It is in Monash Uni so i guess it isn't that bad. We're suppose to just jaga the bookstore and he is bloody willing to give us 1.3k if he does hire us. And the working hours are actually okeh and i mean seriously how tired can you get in a bookstore anyways ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows after a bit we kind of got really agitated cos like we really wanted to know whether he will hire us or not so that we could at least get ready and arrange for transportation and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda even made fun of him a bit cos' he looks like he's really educated and that he graduated overseas. Lis suggested that why don't he just pay someone around 500rm to work the photocopy machine on a daily basis so that way he won't have to worry even if we don't know or not 'pro' enough to work it. After that which he said he is worried about the minimum wage issue in Msia. WTH ? Minimum wage to work the photocopy machine ? Lis dad is like fighting for minimum wage for god's sake and that's to the people in the executive position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with 7-11 lah. Is their system really that good ? Goodness i feel like telling him that there's this aunty near my college that is almost like 60 i think.. she can work the photocopy machine and tell you where the test-pads are and tell you that this pen isn't good enough and look after the cashier all at the same time. If she can do it, i doubt Lis and I are actually that noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway after that incident Shaun called and asked if i wanted to work in his team for NescafeKickStart and i jumped at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be roving around country soonish. Don't miss me k :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-841413917556153353?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/841413917556153353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=841413917556153353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/841413917556153353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/841413917556153353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/job-interview.html' title='Job interview'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5391998081329246850</id><published>2007-07-12T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:44:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynically entrenched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised over the past few weeks i've been really cynical and had became a hopeless boring thwart. Is there such a word ah ? Anyways this has been the most relaxing holiday i've ever had. I swear i am like so relax till the point where i wish there was actually Uni. Well at least my brains won't rust or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see to sum up my entire month of holidaying (which i have like 2 more months to enjoy/suffer(?) ) the only most productive thing i've ever did was to go to Langkawi, PD, Malacca, around partying, around shopping, around yamcha-ing and.. dunno what else. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah and the rest of the other days when i'm not actually doing all those i am well, doing nothing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA-fucking-DA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What a surprise eh ? No ? I swear i could have farm a whole garden of mushrooms and i swear if i sit one more day in the house my friends prollie won't recognize me. WHY ah ? Cos i'll be covered in mold or fungus or fungee (whatever you like lah) and i'll scare everyone away. See i told you i've become more cynical. *fakish dry moronic evil laughthers* &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpUVYid7NXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cqsP8Fzqfq4/s1600-h/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085994865498207602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpUVYid7NXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cqsP8Fzqfq4/s320/laughing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh of course where is the boyfriend you ask? He is fine and kicking and been hanging out with the homeboys so he's got no time to layan me unless of cos i wanted to so &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;shag&lt;/s&gt; see him cos i miss him oh so much. *there we go again cynic remarks, tsk tsk* BWahahah. Honestly, i'm really not that horrible. I'm actually a really nice and sexy girlfriend. *shaddap Reen, i know you're prollie laughing at this now* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows the holidays has been really really unproductive lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to BorneoInk today cos one of the boyfriend's friend is getting a tattoo from Simon. And wah lah he got a nautical star on his freaking neck which is apparently suppose to be some sensitive spot. But by the looks on him i would have thought he actually had fallen asleep halfway. Guys and their machoness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon so cannot get over Transformers and kept quizzing us about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "who's second in command of Megatron and what about Optimus ??! "&lt;/span&gt; he ask with threathening glares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i retorted by asking him back &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Eh, you know arh, there was this girl in the show, she was holding this huge ass my little pony and asking the bot if he was the tooth fairy. Saw anot?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which he said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No lah, i only saw the bot."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpUWUid7NYI/AAAAAAAAADE/ygsqOAykUqY/s1600-h/whatevah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085995896290358658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpUWUid7NYI/AAAAAAAAADE/ygsqOAykUqY/s320/whatevah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He joked that if we got it wrong our appointment shall be moved to next year. Lol. And also apparently he fired Eddie for the week and he's gonna be fired by Eddie the following week cos he really really needs to go 'fishing'. Haha. Oh, not only that the boyfriend has booked an appointment with Simon on 1 AUGUST - my freaking birthday. Guess when he did his first tattoo ? On Valentines Day this year. I think next would prollie be on like Christmas or something. There goes all of our holidays. Yes, my birthday is a holiday ok so grant yourselves a happy merry holiday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bored i actually resorted to bullcrapping on my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows back to the boring life of lil' ol me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arggh, nothing to blog liao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So boring can die dot com. -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm gonna like go and jump off a building now if you don't mind. Thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geezer, i think i can write up like a sitcom about my boring life ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okeh tomorrow won't be so bad as Lis and I are heading out to laze around in some cafe prollie and end up smoking our lungs out and bitching about everything and then watch Harry Potter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGGGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5391998081329246850?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5391998081329246850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5391998081329246850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5391998081329246850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5391998081329246850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/cynically-entrenched.html' title='Cynically entrenched'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpUVYid7NXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cqsP8Fzqfq4/s72-c/laughing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-9037603013869917411</id><published>2007-07-11T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T03:55:42.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day just passed by and i didn't even notice. Shit. I am that lifeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why have i been sleeping at odd hours ? Well the body clock is screwed lah, what else. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to Reen today. Gosh i missed her. I missed her bitchings, her rantings,her stupidness and her happy vibes. I miss the best friend ! Biatch, why must you go all the way to Poland ?! Come back so we can go and slut party. LoL. *Anyways see you in three fucken months lah.. *sulkkksss* &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpPj_Sd7NWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XQJzWSNFjzY/s1600-h/bitter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085659080660039010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpPj_Sd7NWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XQJzWSNFjzY/s320/bitter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows gonna go and try to crash now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-9037603013869917411?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/9037603013869917411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=9037603013869917411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/9037603013869917411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/9037603013869917411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-just-passed-by-and-i-didnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpPj_Sd7NWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XQJzWSNFjzY/s72-c/bitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7144642002540097954</id><published>2007-07-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T05:52:30.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came across a seeping memory from the past. It's eerie. It's all unraveling in front of my eyes now. Weird but yes it is unraveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't care what happened in the past because i knew it happened and for some reasons it doesn't really matter anymore. When i said it in that context it meant only in that context not in any other forms. Yes this post is cryptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity can really take toll on some people. It is not *i* that made things happened it is things that happened on its own which i find funny because it doesn't even relate to anything. Why i bothered you want to know ? Because it matters and it was important. Because i knew its only natural to be like so and then wanting the other. Is it like only me that sees it matters ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said sensitivity. If its karma obviously its not happening to me cos i don't see it coming to my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7144642002540097954?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7144642002540097954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7144642002540097954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7144642002540097954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7144642002540097954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-came-across-seeping-memory-from.html' title=''/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-6588965531400014029</id><published>2007-07-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:39:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddles</title><content type='html'>Was at the boyfriend's for the weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the best thing to do on a Saturday than to be curled up in the boyfriend's sweater and be all cuddly when you're having the worst cramp ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love that feeling. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpE9Gid7NVI/AAAAAAAAACs/kaQh7J-5q-A/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084912636818830674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpE9Gid7NVI/AAAAAAAAACs/kaQh7J-5q-A/s320/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, can't wait to go shopping and get a freaking haircut. My hair is starting to bundle up like a huge unattended garden and its giving me irritating fits of headaches. I swear after reading Ps I love you headaches are sucha scare to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CheeFai's birthday is on this Friday and we've planned to maybe head over to Bkt Tinggi again to have a bbq and to relax by the waterfall. Can't wait ! I so love the waterfall &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpE8-Cd7NUI/AAAAAAAAACk/DxadN9IQmFg/s1600-h/silly.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084912490789942594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpE8-Cd7NUI/AAAAAAAAACk/DxadN9IQmFg/s320/silly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmph, feeling tiny bit hungry so i'm gonna jump off to have some jap bread.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-6588965531400014029?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/6588965531400014029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=6588965531400014029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6588965531400014029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6588965531400014029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/cuddles.html' title='Cuddles'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RpE9Gid7NVI/AAAAAAAAACs/kaQh7J-5q-A/s72-c/blush.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3660145322964229915</id><published>2007-07-07T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:06:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the time of the month again</title><content type='html'>OMFG. I swear cramps are the worst things in the world next to er .. dunno.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I swear at every first day of the monthlies i'd feel as though my uterus is gonna like fall out of its position or something. FUCK. Why do girls have to suffer so much ?? Ish. Anyways i gave in to the freaking pain and succumbed to the temptations of the pink pill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Ben and Marc i've been in a very pissy, pms-ey mood today at Sg Wang. Even Lecka-lecka and bubble honey green tea cannot put me off the mood. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6ANSd7NPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ko3o0IFp2kw/s1600-h/bitter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084141995131876594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6ANSd7NPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ko3o0IFp2kw/s320/bitter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys for having to endure the day where my uterus walls decides to fall apart almost literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows after consuming a hearty meal of McD's at home i felt much better. It's the hormones i'm telling you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and last but not least i'm currently reading Cecelia Ahern's PS. I love you and i gotta say its a damn good book. It is so heartwarming i swear i could just kiss Cecelia Ahern with a cherry on top. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6DOid7NQI/AAAAAAAAACE/ouqfRLBrUbU/s1600-h/kiss2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084145315141596418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6DOid7NQI/AAAAAAAAACE/ouqfRLBrUbU/s320/kiss2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she actually made me feel so much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently i can't wait to read JK Rowling's last book and oh the movie's gonna be out next week can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June's just invited me to Maisons next Thursday. Now i'm contemplating on whether to go or not. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;To party or to be a goodie girl ? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6D_yd7NRI/AAAAAAAAACM/om7btf7VN6g/s1600-h/clueless.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146161250153746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6D_yd7NRI/AAAAAAAAACM/om7btf7VN6g/s320/clueless.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tough choice indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i just realised its 07/07/07. Great apparently theres even a celebration for it down at Ruums. Interesting. Can't wait for 08/08/08. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6Ejid7NSI/AAAAAAAAACU/uLUKtE417dA/s1600-h/whatevah.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084146775430477090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6Ejid7NSI/AAAAAAAAACU/uLUKtE417dA/s320/whatevah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3660145322964229915?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3660145322964229915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3660145322964229915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3660145322964229915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3660145322964229915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-time-of-month-again.html' title='Its the time of the month again'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/Ro6ANSd7NPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ko3o0IFp2kw/s72-c/bitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-124399098957332137</id><published>2007-07-06T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:33:57.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers and the My Little Pony Saga</title><content type='html'>Oh,my,fkin,god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers was actually really really good and i actually understood what the heck was going on. In one of the scene there was actually a little girl holding a huge ass my little pony doll. Oh my god. I was pointing to the boyfriend baffled at that scene. He was like "oh gimme a break lahh, she thinks that the robot is the tooth fairy ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the doll is really really big ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Dunno what else to blog. Tomorrow gonna go to KL dunno where to shop with Ben and Marc. hmmph. I should seriously stop spending so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pfftt - ciggie price just increased to 8.20rm for a pack of 20s. Shitness !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-124399098957332137?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/124399098957332137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=124399098957332137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/124399098957332137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/124399098957332137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-and-my-little-pony-saga.html' title='Transformers and the My Little Pony Saga'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-693054726215551771</id><published>2007-07-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:23:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four evil little word</title><content type='html'>SALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage ? Well not that much at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought myself two Guess bags, two tops from MNG and a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all whatt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what's the bad thing ? Tomorrow i'll be heading to pyramid with Lis to .. shop again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, i swear i won't buy anything at all. She's the bomb. Whenever i go out with her i don't feel the compulsion to buy anything. Wonder why. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, parkson has just opened at pyramid and they have they have stocked in DKNY bags and CK bags and they now have a fcuk there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-693054726215551771?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/693054726215551771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=693054726215551771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/693054726215551771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/693054726215551771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/four-evil-little-word.html' title='Four evil little word'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7451779693157818998</id><published>2007-06-29T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T04:38:21.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella - ella - ella - ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear that song is damn irritating ok. I listen to it almost everyeffingday on the fking radio and i'm kinda goofed up how everything could be turned into a song nowadays. I swear one day people will be singing about like toilet seats or something and even that will turn into some hot hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not enough today while i was in the car with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Momzie&lt;/span&gt; on the way to do some shopping it came on the radio and my Momzie which don't even know who the heck is Rihanna is is singing to Umbrella. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went "ella,ella,ella under my umbrella" and cackled. &lt;strong&gt;o_O &lt;/strong&gt;Freaked the hell outta me for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Do you even know who's the singer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"No. Do i have to? I don't even know what she's singing but i only know the part ella ella. Sounds cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double sweats. -_-""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7451779693157818998?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7451779693157818998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7451779693157818998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7451779693157818998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7451779693157818998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/umbrella-ella-ella-ella.html' title='Umbrella - ella - ella - ella'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1513810989003418983</id><published>2007-06-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:09:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happie burfday lis biatch :p</title><content type='html'>Although we've only knew each other for 3 years now but it seems to me as though we've known each other since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would call me the crazee one and i'd call you the even more crazieeer one cos' darling you know you are crazier ok. Don't try to deny cos i know you better than anyone :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She 'claims' she's a damn effing goodie girl whilst holding up her Marlboro Lights in one hand patting her long luscious lashes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also bull about how she does not drink but the minute we sit down at a bar she orders a vodka lime or sometimes just vodka or anything with vodka. I swear she loves vodka more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drinks more than me like some alcoholic nut and make it a point to show that moi drinks more than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood by me thru times of sadness and grief and thru and thru again she proves to me she's loyal to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tiffs and bitching times but nevertheless we'd always make up and prove to each other that we're just us deep down inside and no matter how much we put up to fight cos each of us got some manic ego problem lah, we'd end up crying in each other's arms like small little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've put through each bits and pieces in life forming a bond we know that we will not ever break by petty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we'll always be bestest friends till the end and 20 years from know we'd prollie be old, wrinkly a little and married and have the best careers we'd always wanted. HAHA, actually we conspiredto open a nude bar . . . kidding ! :p We know that deep down inside we'd still be sitting at some dingy cafe or mamak or watever lah sipping on coffee or maybe wine and still be bitching about everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being a friend and know that i'd always have your back like you have mine. Love you loads biatch and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080853875544241346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RoLRrid7NMI/AAAAAAAAABk/JSkvgYfLEjg/s320/SP_A0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one k !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love from moi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1513810989003418983?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1513810989003418983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1513810989003418983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1513810989003418983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1513810989003418983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/happie-burfday-lis-biatch-p.html' title='happie burfday lis biatch :p'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RoLRrid7NMI/AAAAAAAAABk/JSkvgYfLEjg/s72-c/SP_A0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4698256069892479036</id><published>2007-06-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:58:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long trip</title><content type='html'>Lately i've been turning into a huge ass bum. Like literally. I think the weight is piling up and i've been just ... BUMMING around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness suddenly 3 months of holiday is like a bad bad idea or something. DANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways i haven't gotten the pictures from &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; yet so i guess i can just like post about our trip there with no pictures. hmmph. But i think we didn't actually took any pics also cos we didn't want it to get lost or something. Most of em' are like camwhore pics we took in our teensy bikini in the damn room. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows we went there by flight through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AirAsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of cos', it was damn cheapppp damn valueee. It was &lt;u&gt;100rm&lt;/u&gt; for both ways. Anyhows we reached there in less than an hour and got sugar high when we touched down. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reen&lt;/span&gt; was almost yelling &lt;strong&gt;"OMG, we're here. Finally."&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. It's an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we rented a wira for 2days together with the island tour for only &lt;u&gt;230rm&lt;/u&gt;. So each of us had to pay only 50rm plus plus. It was seriously a good bargain considering the fact that there was this group of people of the same number with us, 4 person that got the same car for 2days along with the tour for 460rm. We actually got it for like half price! Geez, people in Langkawi sure is friendly with us. We have this so-called bargaining powers like aunties in the pasar ok. I'm sure we'll be very good er.. pasar housewives next time although i doubt i'll ever go to a pasar to buy like veggies and meat. haHAa. And oh the tour guy told us if we ever got lost, cos we were kinda er .. mentally challenged about roads and he told us if we ever got lost we'd be the first tourist that does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that one of the guys were actually so friendly to us he offered to push our trolleys to the front gate to wait for the car to arrive. Not bad. That's the way it should be lah, first time in Langkawi and already they give us quite a good impression. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove all the way to Cenang beach to our resort called the&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Malibest&lt;/span&gt; and checked in. Dump all our stuff there and changed into our bikinis and summer wear and head right out to town to do some duty free shopping of cos and had some yummy tom yam at some place near the fish farm then dropped by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Langkawi Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bought a bottle of Malibu(duh!),Heineken, some chocs and packs of ciggies. The rest of the day we were just lazying around, mostly getting lost and getting pissed cos of every little damn thing. Reached back the resort kinda late so we were just lazying in the room and chilling until something pissed me and Reen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day we went to the beach and met this bunch of beach people that worked there and he gave us a whoopass discount for kayaking. Like seriously. The original price to rent a kayak there is suppose to be 70rm(an hour) for two he gave us like .. 20rm(an hour or more). He told us to take our time and like kayak slowly. o_o. Seriously the people is damn nice ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reen and i were a team whereas Jac and Lis were the other. We kayak like some cock people ok Reen and I. We had no co-ordination and was just kayaking with our might.I was manouvering while she was suppose to like push the waters or something. Reen said its like we're in the olympics or something.Jac and Lis had co-ordination but they were like so freaking far behind us till we actually reached the other island and chilled at the shores, in the kayak of cos. The beach on that island was like deserted and it looked spooky. HAHA. After that we couldn't take the heat so we kayak back and we were super drenched cos like when we paddled the water kept dripping on us and we kept singing Beyonce's song "to the left to the left"and Reen added like "everything you own to the island to the left". I think shes high or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we chilled on the beach, drank some beer and went on a boat with this guy we met on the beach.He gave us a free ride around the island while pulling people on the banana boat. Jac was actually driving the damn boat ok. Lis and I was damn scared we might crash or something.&lt;br /&gt;The people is damn nice ok, they gave us a free goddamn ride that cost like 20rm for 15mins. They even wanted to give us like 50rm for parasailing (the original is 80rm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when Jac got stung by a goddamn jellyfish and was lying under a tree rubbing like lime or something into her wound. She was ok by then and then later on Lis and I was stung. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Didn't actually feel anything at first and then i saw something the size of a mozzie bite on my feet and now its healed but it looks charred. According to the doc my skin is sensitive. So Momzie is making me eat BioE and putting repair cream on my feet everyfreakingday. Its ok already lah, it just looks ugly. Ok, ugly is an understatement.. it looks kinda dead. Not to worry, i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach day out we got ready and went to town again to shop somemore and then suddenly Lis sort of like wanted to pass out so we sent her straight into the emergency ward at Langkawi Hosp and she got treated straight away. Got a jab and everything. I think the poison of the jellyfish reacted to her more cos her sting was really bad. She looked like she had an anklet of bites ok. So we had dinner and then went back to the resort and just hung out watching some tv and having girlie talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day we went on the island tour and went to this place called Pulau Dayang Bunting or something. Not too sure of the name. Oh we got chased by monkeys. OMG, they're like fucking vicious creatures ok. They looked like they were about to attack us cos we had like food. Goddamn it. This group of white tourist was actually video-camering us and asked us to do it again cos it was funny. Shit, hopefully i don't like find it on YouTube or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we climbed the fucken steps seriously fucken annoying steps. It felt like we climbed a mountain or something and we were in flip flops ok, so not trekking material. We finally reached the damn lake that apparently if you drink the water you'll get pregnant. What bullocks, it was kinda disturbing cos everyone had their feet in the water. Apparently the catfish will come and like massage you or something. o_o I'd rather go to the reflexologist. HAHAHA. Damn bimbo can die dot com. Reen and I actually rented a paddle boat and went paddling through the damn lake and at one point we were just chilling and i was smoking in the middle of the lake. It was so serene ok. I dunno if i can smoke there or not cos like no one was doing it and the lake is like freaking clean. I threw the ciggie butt in the boat. :p I didn't have a choice ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to the dunno wat island to see eagles being fed. Omg, i've never seen so many eagles in my freaking life. It was massive and it was damn gorgeous lah and they all look damn fat. They fly like gracefully and then just plopped on the surface to get the food and fly off again. Well that was it, nothing interesting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third island was a place called Beras Basah or something and they let us chill at the beach there for a bit before heading back. The water is damn freaking clear compared to the waters back at Cenang. So yeap, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back at the resort we went to chill out at the beach while Jac was engrossed in her frisbee and Lis was laying on the beach. Reen and i went to kayak again. Toned arms was our motivation. We tried to kayak to the other island this time but we got lazy and we just like chilled in the middle of the damn sea. The waves suddenly got kinda rough cos it rained like before so we headed back slowly and taking like almost a 100 pit stops along the way till i got kinda like seasick. Seriously i had to like buy medicated oil cos i felt like i was gonna lurch all the time at night during dinner. After a nice seafood dinner, the girls and i was just damn tired and we suddenly wished that we were going back faster.Too much of Langkawi is damn tiring and this just proves we're city chicks at heart. We missed the tv, the internet and our social lives. 4 days 3 nights is just too much to handle on an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fourth day at the airport, we had to go thru customs officials and holy cow they're like the nicest people ever. They were being nice to us and just asked if we brought the whole Langkawi back. We joked saying that we didn't have like enough place to put it. lol. They let us pass through without checking anything much and we went thru the green lane not declaring anything although we were actually taking quite a number of duty free stuff. Over the limit to say per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows when i touched down at KL, i was jolly glad to see the boyfriend standing at the arrival hall waiting to whip me off to PortDickson with our close friends and better yet he bought the new SGH-D840 Samsung metallic phone i wanted as a surprise pressie. Thanks my little darling. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the end of it. Langkawi was great and PD was just full of fun, bbq-ing at the seaside and catching crabs and getting damn pissed drunk playing 007 and drinking for every reason and laughing at stupid lame jokes. Malacca was even better but i guess i'm gonna blog that the next time lah, damn tiring ok writing about everything in one long post as though its damn fucken interesting like that. I bet people will be like omg this post is never ending wei. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ciao and send me some love ! My chatbox's been lonely and untouched lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;moi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4698256069892479036?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4698256069892479036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4698256069892479036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4698256069892479036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4698256069892479036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-trip.html' title='The long trip'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4472643680465841094</id><published>2007-06-23T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:52:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to sleep, like, seriously</title><content type='html'>Although my leg looks like its charred, jolly me still bounced off to Maisons to party with the girls and i fucken swear i'm so not going to step into that place for a long long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking packed till i couldn't even move my limbs and everyone looked so young. All of a sudden me in kitten heels, a kimono wrap and jeans looked so outta place. I hadn't plan to actually dance or anything so i wanted to wear something casual but instead i spent like half of the night on the dance floor slutting with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reen&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Stella&lt;/span&gt;. -_- damn fail dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary i could have sworn i wasn't actually dancing cos half of the time everyone was just pushing everyone and its like you move even if you're actually trying to be stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows i seriously wanted to pass out till late afternoon but then &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; called and reminded me that we had a lunch date and had to take a trip to the salon. Oh god, i can just so kill myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm up at like 12fkpm after sleeping at almost 6am and waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ms Reen&lt;/span&gt; to come fetch me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeedd sleeeeepp ! *grumbles grumbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4472643680465841094?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4472643680465841094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4472643680465841094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4472643680465841094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4472643680465841094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-to-sleep-like-seriously.html' title='I need to sleep, like, seriously'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-6825905583143938514</id><published>2007-06-20T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:37:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pee and Jellyfishies</title><content type='html'>O-keh everyone's been asking me to pee on my freaking leg that's been stung by the jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to work ok. First of all its disgusting. Second, i can't aim at my feet. Thirdly, it's a little too late for that now. I've gotten my medications, gotten Ibuprofen cream (i think) from the doc and i even gotten a tetanus jab just for pre-caution. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know my leg looks like its been burnt a million times, damn horrid looking and damn ugly. Nobody is allowed to make fun of it okeh. It's not funny. I just thank God i'm ok and well and about and still ready to actually party around. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm kinda lazy to actually blog about Langkawi at the moment. I have to actually refresh my memory again. My memory power still fails me right now eventhough i don't have to cram anymore law thingies in my head. Damn fail dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last but not leasttt .. A very happy er start of class to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Junnie&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Prema&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy the college days :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-6825905583143938514?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/6825905583143938514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=6825905583143938514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6825905583143938514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6825905583143938514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-pee-and-jellyfishies.html' title='Of Pee and Jellyfishies'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1637856974773628324</id><published>2007-06-19T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:59:45.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back !</title><content type='html'>Anywaysss people.. i'm backkk !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start typing out the whole trip .. i'm just gonna start with two most important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i've got a new phone .. fin-fucken-ally . :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend got it for me as a surprise pressie when i touched down from Langkawi. It was a really sweet surprise. Love u darling !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Anyways i was telling the boyfriend that since i'm only gone for a week i've got a new fone what if i'm gone for a month ? Will i get a new car ? HmmpHh. That totally cracked CheeFai and SoongYun up in the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows .. second thing is i was bitten by jellyfish in Langkawi and has now developed a ugly right feet. It is so ugly honestly. Like its been burnt a hundred times. Arghh and i'm so so worried now. But its getting better lah. Blisters were forming for the last 2 days but it has dried up now. At the moment i'm just waiting for the thingy to go off. Oh Jac and Lis got bitten too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember people when you do head to Langkawi remember the stupid jellyfish. Apparently theres a whole load of them. Bweh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways anything please do call me ok ? I'm advised not to walk at the moment so i cannot so sadly go clubbing ok. But i will call you guys once i'm totally healed from this ugly moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1637856974773628324?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1637856974773628324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1637856974773628324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1637856974773628324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1637856974773628324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/back.html' title='Back !'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5685005809616089596</id><published>2007-06-12T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:17:15.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off tomorrow !</title><content type='html'>O-kehsss off to Langkawi tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything unimportant except if its work or something, try not to buzz me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies i'm getting all excited now and jittery and i dunno if whatever i've packed is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5685005809616089596?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5685005809616089596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5685005809616089596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5685005809616089596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5685005809616089596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-off-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;m off tomorrow !'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2496882734066925227</id><published>2007-06-07T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T03:47:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yups. Finally !</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock was ticking nearly to 12pm today i nearly fell off my seat cos exams is finally over-ing. HaHAa. Well no it wasn't like that. It was very er .. mediocre. I still had the feeling that i need to study for some next imaginary exam. Yes this is the side effect of too much law. It crazyfy a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows Lis,Mark and I head down to Sg Wang today right after exams ( which i just found out that Ms Junnie was there too today thru her blog ! Sei soh poh never call ! :p ) And the irony is that we went to U-Village to eat as well and never saw her. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still trying to digress the fact that there is no more exam laaa. Feel so indifferent. WTF is wrong with me ?! Before this i can't wait till its over and now when its finally over i feel nothing. NA DA, ZILCH. Something is seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark left us halfway cos apparently he hitch a ride home with his homeboys which left Lis and I walking around and shopping non-sensically all over Sg Wang. In total we were literally walking around for nearly 7 fucken hours. Retail therapy is good for the withered soul. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways still tak cukup of shopping and the boyfriend decided to bring me for more shopping soonish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh can't wait to leave to Langkawi on Monday. And i've got bad news cos Jac might have a shoot on the same day and she might not make it with us to Langkawi. Urk. WORK SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw people i'm freaking free now for three whole months. So if anyone wants to do some catching up, catching up on beer, clubbing, partying, dancing and bla bla bla like mad please do not ever hesitate to call. I swear i'll be some mouldy old piece of cheese if no one calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s :&lt;br /&gt;Adrian, stop playing your crazy CS and call me up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Junnie ,sei soh poh promise to hang out with me. Better call me or i'll eat you up together with Steph. *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;Leo, lets finally sip on that beer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others please please do call. I'm as free as a fly. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw don't EVER ask me how was the exams. It basically sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2496882734066925227?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2496882734066925227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2496882734066925227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2496882734066925227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2496882734066925227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/07/yups-finally.html' title='Yups. Finally !'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1571260158861227927</id><published>2007-06-04T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T03:35:00.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO FUCKEN MORE</title><content type='html'>Yes two fucken more papers and i'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally .. so near yet so far.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i said i'll be on hiatus for a bit but i seriously cannot take the depression from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Mr Lecturers for saying that one cannot die from overstudying. You can do okeh and i swear i nearly saw the light. YES THE LIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Mr Lecturers for saying that one has never died from stress as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more just two more .. misshazel just fucken bear the stress for two more days only. Two more papers and we can jump for joy and drink merry beer and celebrate forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not forever but for 3 fucken months. 3 fucken months okehhhh.. i haven't even planned what i'm gonna do. But all i know is right after the exam we're heading to Laundry and then to Maison and then off to Langkawi and then PD and then Malacca and then dunno where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm finally going off away from the misery of the exam stress tensionness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw i feel like i am so turning into a bipolar cow and yes this has been so irrelevant and i'm just ranting non-stop. Funny how i do that in exams as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm i'll HAVE to go back to my notes right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Common law reasoning is such a biatch. I mean seriously who the fuck actually wants to know how the stupid legal institutions works ??! WHY LAHH ? Okeh better not anger the Law Gods. Thats the very least of what i need now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear while reading halfway i was unconcious cos i didn't know what was going on. Is that normal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh i lost me brains ! HAHAHAHA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1571260158861227927?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1571260158861227927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1571260158861227927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1571260158861227927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1571260158861227927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-fucken-more.html' title='TWO FUCKEN MORE'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-6485862823366369033</id><published>2007-05-12T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:27:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Yes people. I will be on hiatus from now onwards to probabaly i dunno when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exams i'll prollie be too busy to actually blog cos i'll be off to my holidays !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HahA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being i'm just gonna be depressed and stressed and er .. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways if theres anything important please do call my cellphone and i'll try my very best to fulfill my duty as a good friend. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*snickers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah some biatch in class today ask me and Reen to shut up cos she reckons we're annoying. wtf ! Nofuckenbody tells us that ok.Nobody dares actually.*They think we're intimidating so i must say she's got lotsa guts to tell us that* Everyone was talking but she had to turn and tell us off. We were so freaking mad we continued talking even louder. We so wanted to tell her off for being fucking rude. I mean if you want us to hush down tell us nicely and that maybe you want to concentrate or something lah. The thing is she asked us to shut up whilst she continued talking cock with her friend. DAMN PATHETIC o-keh. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KLCC with the boyfriend today to do some shopping and to help Momzie buy the chocolates she wants. Now that i have it i feel like eating em. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the very very next next non-existent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahxx :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-6485862823366369033?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/6485862823366369033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=6485862823366369033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6485862823366369033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6485862823366369033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5848339254990882507</id><published>2007-05-03T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T05:30:57.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The defeated team(s)</title><content type='html'>O M G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough Chelsea lost against Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Manchester United also knock out liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all i can say is kudos to AC Milan cos they really deserved to win. According to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Ken&lt;/span&gt;, his grandma could have played better them ManUnited players. LOL. - JokE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester always plays lousily when they're away. Since their efforts was quite worthwhile all i can say its prollie cos they aren't wearing RED thats why luck is not on their side. HEhE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say one shall always dress fashionably. If you can't carry out the strut at least you have the looks ;) [okeh that sounds damn bimbo wei :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to Mr LawBook now. Toodles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm mourning for ManUnited still so please don't shove it at my face !&lt;br /&gt;**Gonna go watch Spiderman 3 tomorrow. Hopefully its kick arse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5848339254990882507?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5848339254990882507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5848339254990882507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5848339254990882507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5848339254990882507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/05/defeated-teams_03.html' title='The defeated team(s)'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4839084220986480872</id><published>2007-05-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T05:36:26.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Laundry again !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac's&lt;/span&gt; birthday so we decided to go to Laundry to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were there early we went to Italiannies for dinner before meeting up with Jac and her boyfriend. It was yummylicious especially the formaggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Junnie&lt;/span&gt; called me in the midst of dinner and told me she could make it to Laundry as i had invited her the day before and she said she couldn't cos she had to watch football. -_- The match ended early so she came with &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stephie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junnie and Steph babes we so have to go out again lahh .. Laundry's a bit too loud to chat. *hAH*&lt;br /&gt;Meet Zac there as well. While i was merrily camwhoring with Reen, ShazzyWazzy dropped by as well. And shitness he couldn't recognize me. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways i'll just let the pics do the talking although photobucket at the moment is giving me one hellofabitch time now. I think it must be PMS-ing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/happygirlsrock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jac,Lis,Me and Reen. Thanks for always tolerating my bitchness and for always being there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/DSC00990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;StephieNut,Junnie,Jac and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/DSC00968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marky,Andrew,Reen and Lis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/DSC01008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My biatch !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okies.. i shall update laters.. blogger and photobucket is being a biatch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciaozies !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4839084220986480872?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4839084220986480872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4839084220986480872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4839084220986480872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4839084220986480872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/05/doing-laundry-again.html' title='Doing Laundry again !'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8278574925606953699</id><published>2007-04-29T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:43:24.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things my best friends say that cracks me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac : Eh you know today i woke up feeling damn happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : Cos its your birthday kann ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac : Yeah but you know right this morning .. i ate my yoghurt as usual and then i pooed and my poo was damn pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : O-keh. So thats why you're happy ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac : Yeahhh !! You have to look at your shit you know to make sure its healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lis : What do you mean by your shit is pretty ? How is it like ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac : Well its like long and its not like one piece one piece lah ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : Okay you can stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reen: So did you like touch your shit or what ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac : Duh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reen : YOU DO ?!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac : Duh , no laah. What the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reen : So what color is it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jac&lt;/span&gt; points to the color of Reen's bag ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lis  : OMG your shit is gold ? No wonder you're happy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : HAHAHAHAHAHA. What do you mean anyway that your shit is pretty ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Reen : Does it mean like its smiling at you or what ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me : Maybe it has flowers on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8278574925606953699?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8278574925606953699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8278574925606953699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8278574925606953699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8278574925606953699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-my-best-friends-say-that-cracks.html' title='The things my best friends say that cracks me up.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2100982149583736392</id><published>2007-04-29T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:33:28.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there miss ... ? (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;O.M.F.G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously ah i think some guys really got nothing else better to do wan lorr .. I think they spend like 1/3 or maybe even 2/3 actually maybe even their whole life devising a plan on how to pick up chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So continuing with my tragic story lah yah.  I was waiting at the bus stop for the bus heading to CentralMarket (yes, i do take the bus lah) and i don't know what is with my freaking luck but the bus actually pass me by like twice and didn't even bothered to fucking stop when i was waving my hands like some psycho idiot. And so i got damn pissed cos i waited almost like 30minutes with my mascara and eyeliner, totally smeared and my face became like some abstracted painting. Honestly ! (with British accent) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then i went back to the bench and started to wait for the never-coming bus again loh when this car suddenly stopped right at the end of the bus stop. I mean come on, i'm bored okie of course you tend to notice these kinda stuff lah. Sien mah. So then he went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ah, he actually came back from the other side of the road again .. He actually took a turn into Caltex and made a freaking turn back so that he can stop right in front of me. Damn that mutha facka okie. At first he was looking at this signboard next to the bus stop but seriously the writing damn small okies.. What shit also cannot see lah. And i was shifting uncomfortably cos i was wearing a mini and i was damn afraid he might take a peek at my underwear or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he came down from his car and actually ask me like how to get to some freaking place lah. And so i said i dunno cos i'm like freaking bad with roads (those who knows me get what i mean) and then he actually continued talking and started to ask where i was going and if he could give me a ride.  I stared blankly at him. In my mind i was thinking like omfg are you seriously asking me that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Where are you going ? Can i offer you a ride ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz the fuck off la seriously i'm in a fucking bus stop ok moron don't ask me questions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i gave him my bitchy look as usual. You don't fucking think i'm gonna be damn friendly to you right ? Seriously which part of me looks inviting to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he continued and pass me this piece of paper with his number on it. He insisted so i took it so that he'll go and fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"So call me okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"No its okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i'm like seriously damn pissed off and then i saw RapidKL and i jumped on it without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the bus driver if the bus was heading to CentralMarket then he said yes. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fucking happy sial cos the bus stops like right in front of my bloody college and it only cost me like 2 bucks. Its fast and its air conditioned and it has less people than the metrobus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, that was random. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2100982149583736392?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2100982149583736392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2100982149583736392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2100982149583736392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2100982149583736392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-there-miss-part-2.html' title='Hi there miss ... ? (Part 2)'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2927461014307737824</id><published>2007-04-28T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T03:21:59.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there miss .. ?</title><content type='html'>The other day &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to take the train back to subang. Just when we step onto the LRT at PasarSeni this weirdo looked at me and actually talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W T F ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weirdo: Hi, have i seen you before ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me (in my head) : *for goodness sake. how the fuck am i suppose to know whether you have seen me before kan ??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: *bluntly* No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought at this point he's just gonna shut up and like die of embarassment or something but noooo, i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gathered up his stupid courage and continued ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weirdo: Do you speak mandarin ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: *bluntly without even looking at him* No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg seriously which part of NO-O-DON'T-WANNA-TALK-TO-YOU-DON'T-YOU-FUCKING-UNDERSTAND-LAHH ?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. he continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weirdo: So what is your name ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: I don't think i'm gonna tell you my name ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lis was snickering all the while. Cis, you biattttcchh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it was my lucky day apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ? Lucky day only happens when Leehom is asking me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leehom: Hey have i seen you before ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: Omg. *squeals in delightttt* Of course you have. I sleep next to you everynight ok. What are you talking about ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho ho :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2927461014307737824?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2927461014307737824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2927461014307737824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2927461014307737824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2927461014307737824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-there-miss.html' title='Hi there miss .. ?'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5875923004140248135</id><published>2007-04-24T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:38:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did that person went ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if the person you used to know so well turned out otherwise ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And suddenly you wondered where that person went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it doesn't matter really because theres so much more in this world that matters more than that silly little thing you're wondering all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then again your mind tend to always wonder what if things were different ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if things today that happened didn't happened at all .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you wish that somehow things were different and all you needed was just to see how it was .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then again this is reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when it sinks in, it all don't matter and somehow you will move on with life with everything you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then again .. where did that person you used to think you knew so well went ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5875923004140248135?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5875923004140248135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5875923004140248135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5875923004140248135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5875923004140248135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/where-did-that-person-went.html' title='Where did that person went ?'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5749909848325035752</id><published>2007-04-22T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:30:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah ?</title><content type='html'>This song sung by Rufus Wainwright, originally by Leonard Cohen was stuck to my head for two fucking days. I swear i've heard it a million times somewhere and suddenly i was just thinking about it the whole day. And i was right .. all of us must have heard it.. its like the theme song whenever some sad scene goes on in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking like why am i thinking of some Hallelujah song in my mind when i google up the lyrics just now .. i just realise its a song containing explicit biblical references. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its really nice. I really like it and it gives me a sad emo kind of feeling. Gosh i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wondering where you might have heard it ? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shrek &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The OC&lt;/span&gt; lah .. thats the two that i know.. it probably came up in some other movies as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here are the lyrics by Rufus Wainwright. Read how&lt;strong&gt; intricating&lt;/strong&gt; it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've heard there was a secret chord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That David played, and it pleased the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It goes like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The fourth, the fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The minor fall, the major lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She tied you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To a kitchen chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She broke your throne, and she cut your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mabye I have been here before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know this room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've walked this floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I used to live alone before I knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not a victory march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's real and going on below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But now you never show it to me, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And remember when I moved in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The holy dark was moving to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And every breath we drew was Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe there's a god above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all I ever learned from love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it's not a cry you can hear at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5749909848325035752?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5749909848325035752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5749909848325035752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5749909848325035752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5749909848325035752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah ?'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-376432645801751737</id><published>2007-04-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:58:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its business. O-fucking-k?</title><content type='html'>Okie i don't get it with some people that haven't you freaking got it clear that its business and i really don't like to talk business/work with people who isn't getting the fucking picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i told you this means cannot then fucking cannot lah okie. Stop asking me stupid questions like "WHY?" ,"But then, why not?","But .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fucking &lt;strong&gt;buts&lt;/strong&gt; okay. If i say it should be like this then so be it. First of all i'm not even begging for your utter nonsense help or whatever because there seems to be no reason to do so, i'm just asking because i thought you were the one needed the help. Secondly this matter was arranged to me so don't fucking think that you should ask me questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vent vent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles like mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just suppressing my anger to a certain someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-376432645801751737?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/376432645801751737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=376432645801751737&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/376432645801751737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/376432645801751737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-business-o-fucking-k.html' title='Its business. O-fucking-k?'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1436969803142922330</id><published>2007-04-16T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:07:24.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched Hannibal Rising with the boyfriend and gang yesternight. I didn't actually want to watch that initially because its psychotic. And i don't really fancy cannibals or psycho killing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there weren't any other nice movies unless we wanted to watch Zombie Kampung Pisang. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omfg &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; you are right &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/span&gt; is like fucking hot. I was concentrating on him more than his psychotic killings. *HaaahHa* I mean he isn't like macho or man like the guys in 300 but his hot is like the evil-ish kinda hot(dunno if this exist something like the bad boy kinda hot) and he's like extra hot when he kills people. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised i kinda like guys which are always the bad people cos they're always hot. Like Tom Felton in Harry Potter for example. He's hot. DanRad on the other hand always look kinda like .... sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053745564108445810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RiKC0I3j2HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IYa68KOdg0Y/s320/untitled01.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Just before he killed some guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053746075209554050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RiKDR43j2II/AAAAAAAAABE/Ep__5s-yr8U/s320/untitled00.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Before he kill Kolnas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053746255598180498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RiKDcY3j2JI/AAAAAAAAABM/DTbiPmRomnQ/s320/hannibal4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before he kill Dortlich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053746904138242210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RiKECI3j2KI/AAAAAAAAABU/nMQOpJmyEHw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need i say more? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh i have one more sensual pic i got of the net when he was acting in Strayed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053747539793402034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RiKEnI3j2LI/AAAAAAAAABc/OirtpviCGq8/s320/emmanuelle_beart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;/span&gt; Here he reminds me of Wentworth Miller from PrisonBreak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See all bad boys have to be hot wan okie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd give Hannibal Rising a rating of 7 outta 10. If you're a fan of Hannibal Lecter you should watch it. It doesn't actually give you that pity effect that you should feel for Hannibal cos of his lost and everything. You can actually feel that he is genuinely insane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1436969803142922330?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1436969803142922330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1436969803142922330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1436969803142922330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1436969803142922330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/psycho-hot.html' title='Psycho Hot'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RiKC0I3j2HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IYa68KOdg0Y/s72-c/untitled01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5800498442333540597</id><published>2007-04-15T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:43:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out of my teens soon</title><content type='html'>It just occurred to me that this year i am no longer a teenager. Oh no. My teenage life gone in what felt like just a blink of the eye. Now that i am going to be twenty this year i realised that i actually cannot remember most of the things i actually did during my teenage life. o_O It felt like only yesterday i was 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short long term memory lost. *hAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm just gonna blog about a fragment of things i can remember during my elementary school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the things which i could remember happening during elementary school ..&lt;br /&gt;-No point in remembering about kindergarten because it is almost non-existent to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;*I was in standard one in srk sri subang jaya and sat next to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jerry which turned into a hunk right now&lt;/span&gt;. And also std2 and 3 .. okie. This is all that i remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lived with my grandmother which i loved and will always remember so dearly. Although not here anymore on earth i will always remember what she thought me and how she always spoilt me when i was young. I'll always remember how she thought me to recite this speech that is in mandarin knowing that i don't know a single word of mando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And then SunwayElementary grew out of no-bloody-where and half of the students of the school was being deported over there. So std4,5 and 6 was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One thing which is considered importantly funny is that i forgotten what time my PTS exam starts during std3 and missed it. Looking back on it i think i wouldn't have gotten thru even if i was to sit for the exam. Funnily only 2 or 3 people managed to jump to std 5. Yeah, during my year i guess our IQ must be lower,haven't actually developed or something. But i guess i'm just really stupid in nature. *hmmph* I prefer to go with the first reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Found my soul mate best friend for life Marc in the midst of every other Tom,Dick and Harry. And we're still very the best of friends until now. Its been like 11 years man, i seriously dunno how we can freaking stand each other. I appreciate all the silent conversation we had because according to him best friends can sit together and not say anything and still have the best conversation of our lives ... which i think is very true. I remembered in 2005 when i had this major breakdown of my freaking life i turned to him and he fetched me around in his car not saying anything and letting me cry non-stop. He being there listening to my idiotical sobs is truly my pillar of support. And not to mention also his car broke down and was in smokes at that same freaking time in the middle of no where and we both panicked like some major idiots on the highway. Remember Marc ? Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some major bitch threw accusatory remarks at me because she said i lied about not getting my period. This was at the end of std6. Seriously when i have my period also i must advertise ah? What brand i use you want to know anot? What are you .. 5? Oh guess how she found out .. she was at my place when she saw my pads in one of my cupboards and she extorted me like some kind of idiot. *seriously i dunno why i can remember all these stupid shit when i tried so hard to remember the name of the LordChancellor of Britain.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was a librarian during my primary school days. Yah, can you fucking believe that? I almost cannot believe that. I was actually some bendahari for the library (it's on my cert which i still have till now) and guess what ? I've never collected any money. I dunno why i'm the bendahari even. Actually i don't even know why i was a freaking librarian. -i've got a feeling that it was because some guy must be really hot. But then again i was so freaking young i don't think i've ever thought of guys that way back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've had a crush on this guy that had a crush on this other girl for 2 years. I even helped him to go get that girl that he had a crush on. I talked to him everyday until his mom thought that i was the girlfriend instead. But in the end he never got her anyways. And he's the guy that sat next to me in std1. This is just so freaking corny and ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I did a school dance to some BackstreetBoys song. I think the song was called Larger than Life or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've never gotten anything other than A for my English from std1 to std6. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There was a time i couldn't do maths at all and my maid from Indonesia had to tutor me. Yeah, i was actually that stupid. And then when she fly back to Indonesia i automatically could understand maths. The topic which i couldn't do at all then was &lt;strong&gt;division&lt;/strong&gt; but i could do multiplication fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Went through the phase where all girls have to hate boys. It was so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I cried during UPSR result day because this guy told me that i got 2As .. but actually i didn't. He saw wrongly. I got 4As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A friend wrote me a letter to apologise and i still have it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Autograph books was the *in* thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Skipped class with AshleyYunz (i dunno if you still remember this girl) because she claimed she had gastric and we went off to the canteen to eat ... seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When i was 11 or 12 i had a big birthday party at the poolside of my dad's recreational club and we played water balloons and pass the parcel. I still have the pictures somewhere. And Marc i will so blackmail you if you mistreat me :P You look really silly in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Learnt how to swim and trained when i was 9 or 10. And then stopped when i was 14. Took a detour and learnt ice-skating instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I swear my fashion sense was somewhat weird because i had low self-esteem and i was really really fat. I was and still am.. but self-esteem could be built i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Had crushes on guys but they always think that i'm just the girl that is a very good friend. Period. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Well there was once when this guy i liked asked me to go horse riding with him and his family. Yah, horse riding. o_O And then he moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Had a girl best friend. Lost her because of some silly tiff. I still wish sometimes that we're still friends. But i guess we don't see eye to eye anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cried on my birthday twice. When i was 10 and when i was 12. I can't remember why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all i can remember for now. These are some of the things that happened when i was in primary school... Now it's long gone. I will cherish it always although some may be bad, embarassing but still it was my childhood memory eh. And now this year i am 20 and everything seems like a total blur to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so quickly without even sparing me a second to stop and ponder about what i am going to do with life. It just keeps on going and going. For all you know my next blog post may just be.. stepping outta my twenties or "Hey i'm getting married.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i am somehow heading on the right track in life. I mean that's whats thats really matter at the moment ain't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i was still 8, i'd be running around stress free and my only problem then would be .. what to play tomorrow. What is in for tomorrow .. If only everything didn't happen so fast that i've almost forgot half of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you ? Have you forgotten yours ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5800498442333540597?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5800498442333540597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5800498442333540597&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5800498442333540597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5800498442333540597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/stepping-out-of-my-teens-soon.html' title='Stepping out of my teens soon'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4658358272916352597</id><published>2007-04-13T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:29:33.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of losing the plot and doing some laundry</title><content type='html'>In short all i can say that these few days had been really hectic as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reen,Lis,Jac&lt;/span&gt; and i are busy dating our one and only lover at the moment - our &lt;strong&gt;law textbook&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously, we need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Lis and i decided to drop by MidValley today before heading to our class with Amerjit the lecturer at 6.30pm. Went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;zara&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;mng&lt;/strong&gt; and we lost the plot. Like seriously. I am now so regretting that i did not buy the slutty miniskirt i really really heart from zara. And also the sexylicious pumps in vincci. God must really be helping me to control my expenditures. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; AaronLee&lt;/span&gt; there as well. He was working for maxis and its nice to catch up after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to KimGary to chill and have late lunch with Lis and then to coffeebean to meet with Jac. Met &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Erjon&lt;/span&gt; finally. Its nice to finally actually meet the guy after hearing so much about him from Jac. Went off to Delifrance for dinner. Omfg, i swear the whole day we really was just pottering around MV aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went off  to Laundry and met &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stella&lt;/span&gt; there. Had some drinks,scanned some guys and attempted to incite&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Tim&lt;/span&gt; to come over to Laundry but failed because he rather go to Maison to check out chicks. *hAHa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways poor &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marc&lt;/span&gt; got mugged today and the two idiots that did so went off pathetically with 15bucks cos that was all that Marc had at that time and he didn't brought out his handphone. And the irony of this is that this happened right in front of his house. Like one freaking lorong away only. Damn sad case lah. I called to see how he was ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Eh kena ta kip(robbed) ah?"&lt;/span&gt; *snickering on the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Yeah man,tiu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Thought like you died or something.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"If i died i wouldn't be blogging okie.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Thought you saved your last breath to blogged about it mah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;". . . . . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways people i'll be making some love with my mr textbook now so i guess thats it for now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(okie i just realise that sounded so so bloody wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, i know okie this post is damn pointless and random but seriously if i don't blog somemore right this blog is redundant to the max and people might even think i'm dead or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I've got a chatbox now .. so leave me some love k people? Don't be so selfish :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4658358272916352597?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4658358272916352597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4658358272916352597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4658358272916352597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4658358272916352597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-losing-plot-and-doing-some-laundry.html' title='Of losing the plot and doing some laundry'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-228353083800227064</id><published>2007-04-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:10:04.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly ..</title><content type='html'>.. i have this mentally insane craving for ribena longan all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda bad till i actually thought of attempting to make it myself at home.. I knew i had ribena so i was searching high and low for longan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i bloody found was lychee. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the time of the month that make me have all these weird cravings. Seriously. I swear that on normal days i am usually quite normal. Like normal, normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows i went into the kitchen and started searching the whole fridge looking for something to munch on and guess what i found ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evilness of pineapples and period cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. eventhough its time of the month and i know that eating pineapple is prollie gonna make it worst. But yeah.. in time of desperation to satisfy my stupid cravings it is more of a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way my crime questions are making me go insane. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my life is really boring nowadays and i really don't see why i should gonna blog about my day really. Like about when i eat,bathe,go out and shit. Like seriously.. so i'm prollie gonna have very little updates until something really funny,rare and happening happened. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I just cut my hair. Now i look 5 years younger cos i have a fringe and its heavily layered. Not the lala layer okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,  ciao people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahsss .. lots of &lt;3 from Moi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: I can't wait till i get my next tattoo again !! Hopefully Simon finishes the sketch soon. Anyways got any ideas where i should place it? I still haven't decide on that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-228353083800227064?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/228353083800227064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=228353083800227064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/228353083800227064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/228353083800227064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly ..'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7939601539262160084</id><published>2007-04-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:34:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno where to start from at all dot com. I feel like i am gonna fail this badly, like really badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i've ever felt this way before. I feel like just falling and maybe crawling to some safe zone where i can feel secured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stress level is increasing day by day. And i swear i am so up to my neck. I can really really explode. I seriously don't know how some people can be so calm and keep telling it to my face &lt;strong&gt;"Hey you've got 2 more months, chill."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHILLL ?!!? Go Chill your head please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Sorry being totally pms-ey and also bitchy at the moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously i think i need stress management and also some therapy. Retail therapy will work as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i'm about to break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048946914628828674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RhF2d-hBfgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8DaLGhPE8qc/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, this is the real me during exams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*serious bitchiness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7939601539262160084?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7939601539262160084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7939601539262160084&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7939601539262160084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7939601539262160084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RhF2d-hBfgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8DaLGhPE8qc/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8853943126874549703</id><published>2007-04-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:25:36.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>"Each player of this game starts out by listing down 6 weird things about themselves. Then, choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names down. After you do that, leave them a comment on their blog letting them know you've tagged them and to read your blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've tried commiting suicide before. Yah, I KNOW. *now please cut that stupid face out and yes i know its stupid.* Okeh, this isn't weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have this shoe and bag fetish. I'll buy like a whole load of bags and shoes and only use one pair of my most favourite and comfortable one and the one bag that i can fit everything i need to bring out. Seriously. What do i do with the rest ? Oh, they'll either be collecting dust on the shoe rack and the bags will be pilling everywhere in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; change the radio channel in the boyfriend's car with my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There was a period of time in my life where i couldn't eat rice because it couldn't be digested. Apparently my body couldn't like register its existence or something. Till today i still find it hard to eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My bestest friend of 9 years is weird and therefore i am weird. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apparently when i laugh it sounds like i am snorting. Like snort snort kinda snort. I think this only applies to some people that interpret my laugh in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;So the five people i tag next is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Marc Lee,Mark Poh, Adrian Chow, Eddie, Kok Keith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8853943126874549703?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8853943126874549703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8853943126874549703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8853943126874549703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8853943126874549703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-535648511222613316</id><published>2007-03-23T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T05:46:35.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Apparently i am sick. Like real serious sick. It's even considered as a chronic disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Delayed sleep-phase syndrome (DSPS) - DSPS is characterized by a persistent (that is, lasting longer than 6 months) inability to fall asleep and awaken at socially acceptable times. Individuals with DSPS fall asleep late (for example, in the early morning hours) and wake up late (for example, in the late morning hours or in the early afternoon hours). "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. I am officially sick. Didn't know there was such thing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i have to get my biological clock working again because i just realised its totally fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and also if anyone have some great ideas on how to improve better sleeping times .. please please pleaseee share it with me. I seriously need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to count sheeps because i've tried and i lost count. I've tried clearing my mind and closing my eyes (duh!), i've tried exercising, i've tried drinking warm milk, i even tried singing myself to sleep. Oh and i've tried not thinking about anything but a box, i really dunno why.. and guess what ? After that i kept thinking about whats in the box. Omg that is sooo salah man. And then i've tried reading books but then the book got interesting, yeah i know WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that if your idea works i'll give you a great big virtual kiss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-535648511222613316?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/535648511222613316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=535648511222613316&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/535648511222613316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/535648511222613316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7058006268974412269</id><published>2007-03-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:32:29.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Memoirs</title><content type='html'>There's one funny thing about fate is that you don't get to choose who you love or who you want to love you instead. I guess thats the beauty behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that love was beyond everything and yups i can fairly say i know i was naive. I used to think that maybe love will eventually manage to get us through every obstacles we have to face. But i was clearly wrong. I learnt that eventually one day not knowing when we will get hurt but i guess i just don't want to believe that it is gonna happen anytime soon. I don't really know if i am prepared for things like that or what i am suppose to do if anything like that happens. I want to believe the fact that i think i know what i want is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No this is not like some break-up or anything. I just like to feel emo once in a while and also reminisce or what a stupid girl i was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But however looking back at things i've done i find it kind of funny that there are a few times in life where i made mistakes that were so clear to others but not myself. I've been in a ditch where i was deceived, used and deluded. Thinking back on these things does not make me a perfect person but hey nobody is perfect right ? Everyone just strives on the strings of making it to perfection just like what i'm doing. You'll never know whats good for you until you actually take the time to really look and believe that you have tried your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past i remember i tried my very best to love you despite your flaws and despite the power you formed over me. I remembered i did not want to leave you without a reason to go against what you rationale as being "protective". I thought you were keeping me in a sanctuary where the only thing i could hold on to was you. But you were wrong for doing that and you know it but you just don't see it. I guess we developed some kind of love-hate relationship because i knew that i loved you so much but at the same i hated you for what you did to me. I didn't know there was a way to love someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i left. You were sad and i was sad but we're okay now that you got the meaning that i was trying to tell you at that point of time. I guess time eventually erased the feeling of intensity between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on one fine day , i met him. I didn't know if what we had will develop into something else. But contrary to that something happened along the way and our relationship was never the same again. I can truly say he was a very good friend. He really was and i can truly say i've never regretted for what we left of because we were just thinking for the best of each other and its hard to really define what you really feel for someone. Like a close friend of mine said that trying to forget someone you loved is trying to remember someone you've never met. But i guess with time as well the feeling grows all moldy and you never actually bother remembering that someone which you've never met before anymore. I guess it just goes with time. If you would have asked me what could i have want it to be ; i'll simply say that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I want nothing more than friends because that is what we should remain to be. That is not for us to choose and there is nothing we can really do about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which is true right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love is something you cannot see with your eyes. It finds us in places we thought we would never be found. That is love and so is life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being deceived once. I never thought i could feel so much rage,anger,dissapointment, heartache and everything all at once. It just takes me to a whole new level of seeing things. I know i will never forget what happened and i doubt that i did actually forgive but i know that deep down i will always feel that you deceived me of my love and my ordeals. I had to deal with it. I had to just move on and not look back on all these things just to feel the anger surfacing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may say that it is not fair for one to be punished in that way but then again who then is there to feel what i felt and to know even of the sorrows i've experienced and also the sadness that was dwelled upon me ? Nobody! How can anyone at all even said that i am being selfish for the fact that i really am not. This is what i felt before and it is buried somewhere deep inside of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anymore the person i used to be. I know that i am different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in what sense ? I somehow cannot seem to pinpoint that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that i am happy at the moment and i want to feel this way for the longest time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not all these things or circumstances that made me a much better and stronger person or changed the way i viewed things but it is the fact that faith had always been with me all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that is how faith came around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7058006268974412269?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7058006268974412269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7058006268974412269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7058006268974412269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7058006268974412269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-memoirs.html' title='Random Memoirs'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1289605334907034070</id><published>2007-03-21T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:17:59.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays ahead !</title><content type='html'>Well i know my finals are coming real fucking soon and yeah i can't wait .. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am really excited cos me and my chics are gonna jump on the plane like a 5 days after our exams and we've decided to go to Langkawi. Think of all the alcohol,beer and ciggies - all tax free !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i seriously need to relax and recuperate my brain cells. I swear its been like ages since i've been on a holiday. And right after Langkawi i'm heading off to PD for some BBQ-ing sessions with the boyfriend and the gang. One whole day of relaxation there with my loves. Not only that the next day we're heading right to Malacca to meet up some long lost friends and also to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend and I are also planning to go to Penang in July and then head to prollie Singapore to shop and then to Thailand  just for the heck of it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Can't wait !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm gonna be super fat from all the eating. But thats okieee .. i'll be stress free. That's prollie the best part about everything. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;until maybe if i found out that i've failed. Then i'll be like super depressed. Okie, better not jinx it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm off to Law-land. I swear i'm gonna go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1289605334907034070?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1289605334907034070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1289605334907034070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1289605334907034070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1289605334907034070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/03/holidays-ahead_21.html' title='Holidays ahead !'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-471870169967854785</id><published>2007-03-13T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T03:40:01.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress out emotionally.</title><content type='html'>Sighs, tomorrow is the bloody damn mock exam for Crime and i am STILL lingering around and being stressed out about almost every-fucken-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at the fact i can't even fucken remember any single case law for more than like 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed almost at everything at the moment and i'm hungry which makes it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed at myself cos' i didn't take the bloody initiative to start studying sooner and now  i'm digging my own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain bloody pissed laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Will someone get me McD's breakie? I'm so super craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues banging notes on theft and inchoate offences*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should really abolish all these exam syndicate or whatever. I swear it makes the suicide rates higher or at least the depression rates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-471870169967854785?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/471870169967854785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=471870169967854785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/471870169967854785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/471870169967854785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/03/stress-out-emotionally.html' title='Stress out emotionally.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3406772897949180301</id><published>2007-03-02T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T03:16:23.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-exams syndrome</title><content type='html'>.. actually i think its more like pre-exams trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i think i go through this every single fucking year before some major exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously i thank God and the lucky stars for actually letting me pass every year. I need to put in more effort at the moment now. Its impossible to actually pass with flying colors now but the least i can do is actually get a freaking pass. Seeing that happening is almost impossible but of course its only almost. I know i can still get everything smudged into the brain hopefully i can scrape a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single year i go through this nervous exams breakdown. Well i guess for next year i can do this anymore since i have to work my arse off to actually get really good grades since next year counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to notes right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3406772897949180301?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3406772897949180301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3406772897949180301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3406772897949180301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3406772897949180301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/03/pre-exams-syndrome.html' title='Pre-exams syndrome'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-6988760110510602723</id><published>2007-02-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T03:23:51.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>You know the new series, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; thats currently kinda hot right now on Starworld ? Well guess what i finally one of the real characters on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what luck eh. And he also sent me a message ! And this is what he said ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"i dont know u looks vry happy in the way u r but sometime later i feel u will change i am not cursing u but anyway bless all the best to u jus want to get know u i can read the future .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH, don't you all people feel so happy for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I'm so happy that i actually started to roll on the floor laughing. Cos too happy mahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what guy that can read the future .. I'm the girl that can walk through fire and not get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into him but it might be some new pick up line or trend that i've yet to hear about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get to know the world better and yea, i can seriously tell the people are just getting weirder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-6988760110510602723?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/6988760110510602723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=6988760110510602723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6988760110510602723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6988760110510602723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/02/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-8421077452728050004</id><published>2007-02-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:27:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, boredom at the hometown.</title><content type='html'>I am at the hometown at the moment and i am also currently suffering physically and mentally due to the boredom that strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh i can do this. In less than 24 hours i'll be in the car heading home and then later thats when the fun starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to drink,party and gamble my wits out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is chinese new year without all those ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell i have a bundle of free time here cos i'm actually using it to blog. And normally when i'm at KL i don't even have the fucking time to blog. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So send me all your love okie people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-8421077452728050004?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/8421077452728050004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=8421077452728050004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8421077452728050004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/8421077452728050004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-boredom-at-hometown.html' title='OMG, boredom at the hometown.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5217826332858058863</id><published>2007-02-18T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:50:12.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year y'all !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To all my loves may you and family have a very prosperous year ahead and also may lots of luck be with yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well haven't been blogging lately cos' first of all been stressed out with work and also studies. Got lotsa shit i have to read before the exams. And also the last few days my keyboard decided to commit suicide. It had to die on me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend finally got his tattoo.Its a maori freehand design done by Simon. Very beeyootiful, i like alot. Damn jealous. I'm so gonna get one more after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways nothing interesting happened. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go out to meet Adrian in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta, will update when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Moi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5217826332858058863?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5217826332858058863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5217826332858058863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5217826332858058863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5217826332858058863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-yall.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year y&apos;all !!'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-3160597744236316272</id><published>2007-02-03T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:45:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally i can scratch that out of the list.</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; went to Sg Wang apparently to just *check out* some tattoo designs and yes the turnout was really different from the purpose i was there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were walking around Sg Wang thinking that if we stopped frequent enough at every cafe we'd be soooo sure we don't have enough time to make it to the tattoo parlour. So the three of us had a drink at ZangToi's whilst we talk about tattoos and stuff to just try to chicken even more of our guts out so that we really really won't do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course that didn't work as Mark was like egging us to go to the shop. Like he was more eager than the two of us. So he took the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took nearly like what at least 45minutes to decide on one freaking design that we truly liked and was thinking to get it like next time when we're passing by again. Unfortunately Lis turned really estatic all of a sudden and decided to just do it.RIGHT ON THE BLOODY SPOT. And she wanted me to suffer the whole thing with her so i had to do it. According to her if we kept dragging this thing on and on we'll prollie never get it till we die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, yea both of us got inked. Funniest part was i thought it hurt but it is actually not that painful. The pain was mediocre, really. I am not kidding and this is coming from yours truly which freaks even when the suns shines on her. So yeah, you can totally trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinki was the tattoo artist and she was really awesome making the whole experience even more bearable. I swear i was seriously going to fall asleep if it wasn't for her singing. She's so sweet and really professional. When it first started it didn't even hurt one bit. I kept asking her if she has started and she was just like "Yes,i've started like five minutes ago.A bit slow ah you. Not pain ah ?" I was like thinking geez if the pain was gonna just be like that then its not too bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final outcome. One word - &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gorgeouslicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a lot dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up soon when i upload it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna scratch that outta my resolution list now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its gonna be a fine year after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, the wound is starting to hurt a little now. But i guess i'll survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-3160597744236316272?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/3160597744236316272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=3160597744236316272&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3160597744236316272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/3160597744236316272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-i-can-scratch-that-out-of-list.html' title='Finally i can scratch that out of the list.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-529745119462394710</id><published>2007-01-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:14:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, redundant without a doubt.</title><content type='html'>Okies reasons why i haven't been updating its cos of the amount of shitload of work i have to read up for law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mountains of it ok, its driving me insane literally. I just wish i could just go and jump off a cliff or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish maybe if someone would like to actually guest blog for me but i guess everyone's busy with their lives as well. So anyone that wanna help me blog just email me or leave me a note k. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i'm making effort to this redundant blog lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh went to Maison like last two weeks or more i guess and that's the only interesting thing that i ever did since uni started. Other than that i've been doing nothing but conspiring with my textbooks only. See, now i have a sole purpose of life. *rolls eyes dramatically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to book diving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-529745119462394710?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/529745119462394710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=529745119462394710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/529745119462394710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/529745119462394710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-redundant-without-doubt.html' title='Ok, redundant without a doubt.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2115620981475036324</id><published>2007-01-07T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:51:17.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's fever and flu bug.</title><content type='html'>I think it's like everywhere .. The fever and flu bug. It's so BUGGING me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be up and about and attend the first lecture of the year but my head's spinning and my body aches like i've been climbing mountains in my sleep and my throat is sore like a bitch. ARGHHHH. This is so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go and whine it over some lousy stale bread and chicken soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2115620981475036324?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2115620981475036324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2115620981475036324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2115620981475036324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2115620981475036324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-fever-and-flu-bug.html' title='New Year&apos;s fever and flu bug.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-1228862432431820059</id><published>2007-01-05T05:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:35:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today i went and became Siev's make-up model and i really love how she made me up today! I so love it that maybe i'll actually start putting on make-up myself. HahaHAH. I'm just too lazy to paint my face lah, i really don't care how i look like cos i know i too leng liao. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*perasan case*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just ignore me okay. It's the PMS i tell you. My boobies hurt and my mood swings so maybe thats why i'm feeling more appreciative towards myself. Anyhows here are some pics after the whole make-up thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016289158009414194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RZ1waWnLYjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yCcqmSMIofk/s320/IMAG0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say fake eyelashes are the bomb. Although mine is long already by itself but these fake ones have more volume in it. I love how she chose thse colors to bring out the glow in my dead face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016289888153854530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RZ1xE2nLYkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eY_NubFwf-g/s320/IMAG0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how the eyeliner actually make my eyes look bigger and more doe liked. And also the green totally bring out the sparkle in my eyes making me look glowy and happy! *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016291223888683602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RZ1ySmnLYlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4vTqgLKPVlg/s320/imag0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The finished production ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i just look 10 000 times prettier. &lt;strong&gt;HaHHAa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and aunt's dinner was totally scrumptious. I feel like a cow now. So much for losing weight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-___- " " " " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-1228862432431820059?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/1228862432431820059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=1228862432431820059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1228862432431820059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/1228862432431820059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/01/make-me-up.html' title='Make me Up.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2kk45TSr1M/RZ1waWnLYjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yCcqmSMIofk/s72-c/IMAG0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-7946783029116863235</id><published>2007-01-04T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:48:16.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution for 2007. . . . . *dot dot*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually thought about my new year resolutions ... yet. Actually i don't even really remember what new year resolution i made last year. I find it kinda pointless actually considering i don't even TRY to keep it. HahahAH. Well at least this year i will try my very best to do SOME of it. So here goes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shop less. &lt;/s&gt;TRY to shop less and er, shop wisely i guess. Like during sales and etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink less alcohol. (I made this resolution last year and of course deliberately failed because i partied almost EVERY single night of 2006. )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoke less. (This one already halfway there cos i'm only smoking half of 20s a day since the day i changed to the bf's ciggie brand. Wee, so proud.) *muka tak kenal malu-ness*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to stay home for at least 4 days a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat dinner at least once every week with my momzie and daddykinz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDY harder and smarter. And also pass my intermediate exam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh, get a tattoo !&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more about whats going on with the world and also current affairs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join a gym, exercise and eat healthily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose at least 5 more kgs to reach the ultimate weight of my dreams. HAHA. (Which me thinks is highly impossible.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to bully the boyfriend so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a new handphone cos mine is sooo cacated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time with my girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRY to come back at least before 3AM each night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my sleeping patterns right !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up a skill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray more and get closer to God. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight my biggest enemy - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROCRASTINATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;. . . . . . . . . . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't think so much at the moment or i'll hurt my brains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i'll be back with more when it comes to mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-7946783029116863235?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/7946783029116863235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=7946783029116863235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7946783029116863235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/7946783029116863235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolution-for-2007-dot-dot.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution for 2007. . . . . *dot dot*'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-5691752607002576366</id><published>2006-12-26T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:51:47.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Christmas songs, BBQ and mamak-ing.</title><content type='html'>The boyfriend couldn't stop singing the Twelve days of Christmas for 3 days straight. I thought at first he was really cute but after while it became really annoying. Because he didn't know the lyrics for the fourth day till the twelveth day he kept on going &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"La la la la la.. three french hens, two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree ... "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Omg. Damn stress can mampus. -_- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on Christmas eve we had a BBQ at YuPing's home and we had a jolly good time. It's great that we don't have to spend Christmas in a club or at some street party now because as people grow i think all these things just sorta grow outta us. It just takes time before we all realise how damn dumb it is to stuck in some over crowded place with people we don't even know. Yeah, i know i'm starting to sound like i'm too old to party. But of course on other days the partying goes on just not on major occasions like Christmas and New Years. Everythings so commercialised nowadays. So i would really just rather stay at home with a few close buddies and party ourselves. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after eating and hanging and stuff we went over to meet Vivian at Darus cos she also has the same thinking as me as in do not want to go out and party anymore.. Apparently she was afraid of the traffic jam everywhere. hAhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i am starting to sound like i'm droning on and on so i'll better stop here before i fall asleep on my keyboard. HAHAHAHA. Yea, i know its not funny but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also last nite i stayed up to finish up a puzzle the boyfriend and i bought and i nearly cried trying to find the pieces. Damn stressful and also i just finish like what .. 1/10 of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm. I'll be posting up some of my new resolutions soon to see if i can actually achieve any.&lt;br /&gt;I can already hear the boyfriend snickering to my utmost delusional resolution which is to shop less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-5691752607002576366?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/5691752607002576366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=5691752607002576366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5691752607002576366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/5691752607002576366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-christmas-songs-bbq-and-mamak-ing.html' title='Of Christmas songs, BBQ and mamak-ing.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-6404657099628189618</id><published>2006-12-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:41:11.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Little Christmas !</title><content type='html'>Well i know i am lacking in updates on this blog and its starting to have cobwebs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy lately partying again, shopping, spending time with the boyfriend, eating my heart out etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Malacca last week and it was really good until some idiot, i mean real idiot ruined everything. Stress gila dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to elaborate on nonsensical things. Have to get some shut eyes now somemore tomorrow gotta go shopping to prepare for Christmas dinner. Damn rushing. Grr ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone kayz and have a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more when Santa finally bring me my christmas pressie - TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also some people from the media for ESPN apparently ( dunno wtf!) interviewed me in Ruums and they're gonna air it. DIE LAHHH. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jerryca&lt;/span&gt; i'll get you for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note my Coach bag finally arrived today from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jeensy&lt;/span&gt;. *teehee* Super loves. I like. Not as beautiful as i thought it would be but still very satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, so gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-6404657099628189618?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/6404657099628189618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=6404657099628189618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6404657099628189618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/6404657099628189618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-little-christmas.html' title='Merry Little Christmas !'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-744830375531517795</id><published>2006-12-04T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:56:36.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I've decided.</title><content type='html'>For the past few WEEKS i've been in great dilemma trying to choose between dozen of designs of which bag to buy from Coach. I know a Coach bag doesn't cost that much but i don't want to regret after getting it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually picking the designs from &lt;a href="http://www.coach.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;www.coach.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and asking &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jeensy&lt;/span&gt; to bring it back when he comes back in like a few weeks time. It saves my time from going to KLCC to buy it and also it is dead cheap over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally no more dilemma !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-744830375531517795?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/744830375531517795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=744830375531517795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/744830375531517795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/744830375531517795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-ive-decided.html' title='Finally, I&apos;ve decided.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-2637804287440332480</id><published>2006-12-01T05:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T05:13:46.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmigosh</title><content type='html'>Goodness, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to log onto this stupid new blogger account which i have to register with Google first and yada yada and i couldn't log in the past few days cos of some cache problem i think.&lt;br /&gt;Damn emo. I think my IE couldn't open Google or something thats why cannot log in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Damn not syiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to Planet Hollywood last nite and met the JD people and Gurmit Singh there. Yes, Gurmit as in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Phua Chu Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He actually looks pretty good upclose without the silly wig and mole. Had loads and loads to drink yesternight and i swear i need to recuperate lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i have to say i officially hate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at Hartamas. I swear that they are like damn kau chut lanci lah. Bouncers think that they're the club managers or something and oh yeah according to some event manager that apparently there's no club manager there. 0_O What nonsense. I dunno lah whether its true but how can a club function properly without a manager. Dumb. And also i think that they're trying their very best to copy Zouk like they're some high class or top notch club. Please lah, get a grip. The last time i went there was already bad enough that the waiter had to take our bottle away before we finish it. He assumed we were done since we already opened the second bottle. Like hello? There was still liquor inside lah. *roll eyes* The thought of throwing away liquor just seem to make me hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows its 5am now and i really really need some sleep since i gotta wake up tomorrow to meet &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vivian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AdrianBro&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno if he will ffk me this time since i always ffk him when he calls. HAhAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah, bro. You always call me when i'm like sleeping or doing something wan. Since you're back for good we've got loads of time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta, have.to.go.sleep.before.i.die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: If anyone found some time, it belongs to ME okeh. I seem to be losing time and not knowing it. Cos ironically when i wake up tomorrow its gonna be December. Where did the whole of November gone to? I'll be like 60 before i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: I woke up this morning startled cos i've had three weird and scary dreams. Both involved ghosts and one was about me having a shih tzu and forgetting where i put the poor lil fella and it turned to a cat(!) when i found it. Can someone please tell me what all these means ? Does it mean that i'm gonna have some weird animal as my pet anytime soon ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-2637804287440332480?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/2637804287440332480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=2637804287440332480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2637804287440332480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/2637804287440332480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/11/ohmigosh.html' title='ohmigosh'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-4880643827272233629</id><published>2006-11-18T05:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T05:51:55.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>This has to be &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; funniest real life joke i've ever heard ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 1: What would you do if someone called you a pussy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 which is really really really really naive thinks really really hard and comes back in 3 minutes saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 2: I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 1: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 2: Why would someone call me a cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0_O" " " "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fucken god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha lannn tou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i laughed till i nearly drop my glass of Belvedere's okeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-4880643827272233629?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/4880643827272233629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=4880643827272233629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4880643827272233629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/4880643827272233629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/11/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-116267255875598126</id><published>2006-11-05T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:36:04.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hi. Would you like a drink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh my name is Eric. Nice to meet you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*shake hands*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Nice to meet you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Guy still stood there not moving offering a drink.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Pushing a glass of Chivas into free hands.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Drink up drink up!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"No thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*walks away in quick paces.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiess this didn't happened to me. This happened to the boyfriend! I was like laughing unpitifully at him when he told me. I obviously don't think he looks anything remotely close to a gay. *I don't have anything against gays. A few of my close friends are actually gay and they are very very nice and sensible people, ok.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway boyfriend said that he was a little afraid cos the guy was drunk and was attempting to grab a hold of his butt. I mean if he was good looking i am sure the boyfriend would allow him to get a hold of his butt. But i guess this meant that he was not remotely close to good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically boyfriend was wearing a tee that said &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I love my girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt; Guess that guy must be too drunk to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows been very very tired these few days. I am almost drinking everyday like a fish. And by that i mean alcohol ok. Yesterday i was in Zouk running from Mainroom to Velvet and to Loft! You obviously cannot imagine how tired i am. Even i cannot imagine it myself! And today went to some pub in Klang to drink again cos it was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Augustine's&lt;/span&gt; 21st birthday. Augustine had some fabulous caterer at his house party today and i was such a glutton i have no problems taking second helpings at almost everything :p. I swear if i eat more i'm gonna go back to my old fat self. Oh we had JD and Chivas today. Sheesh drinking even when i'm suppose to recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also more free time to myself cos no work tomorrow till Tuesday. I feel so happy and relieved. Tomorrow i shall be mean and go over to OneUtama to kacau&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Vivian&lt;/span&gt; at the SonyEricsson roadshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways really gotta go bunk in now. So goddamn tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-116267255875598126?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/116267255875598126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=116267255875598126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/116267255875598126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/116267255875598126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird-conversation.html' title='Weird Conversation'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-116223732453516754</id><published>2006-10-31T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argghh..</title><content type='html'>Okie, time out. I really need some time to myself. Lately i've been so fatigue and theres been like piles and piles of work. So can die dot com.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went for an interview for SonyEricsson today with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SievSiev&lt;/span&gt;. Woke up at like 7.30fuckingam. Like who the fuck wakes up at this hour of the day to attend some interview. Anyways we were the three late ones there and practically everyone was waiting for us. &lt;strong&gt;*shy*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we found out that we're suppose to do the promoting for the new SonyEricsson k800i or something and yes, i have never learn so much shit about phones before in my life. I just found out that i am *THAT* dimwit sometimes. But nevermind that. Anyhows there was this one particular girl which was quite funny because she kept asking a whole lot of weird ass questions. For one example the guy briefing us about the functions of several different models of phone and was going on about the WiFi feature available on one of those phone and suddenly she piped up rather loudly with her hand in the air ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl: What is WiFi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aghast look from everyone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SievSiev&lt;/span&gt; gave her this really er, mean look and yelp &lt;strong&gt;"HARRR ?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivian&lt;/span&gt; and I was like trying to hold our tongue because she obviously dunno come from which kampung. Anyway maybe she's still young and everything. Dunno lah. But takkan lah she dunno what's WiFi right. *rolls eyes* After the interview and stuff went to pick up &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt; and went over to Sunway KimGary for lunch. *yums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the whole day was damn tiring and i went over to the boyfriend's and we watch Constantine for a bit cos i still haven't watch the damn show till now and i know its already playing on Astro. I am damn sad. So while we were watching halfway my eyelids felt really heavy and i thought that even if i stuck toothpicks in it it would break. *bwah* So i asked the boyfriend to off the dvd cos i really need to sleep. So tired can die. Slept from like 5pm till 9pm. And then had dinner and went out for the usual yam-cha session with the usual suspects, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ming&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh now i am still feeling a little tired and oh yeah, i feel FAT @#%#$^&amp;%$$##% !!!&lt;br /&gt;I think its PMS. Mahai ar. Have to control and try not to gobble down everything liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got work this Wednesday from day till night. Its gonna be super tiring and stressing can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok better stop here before the boyfriend yakked about how late i sleep everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-116223732453516754?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/116223732453516754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=116223732453516754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/116223732453516754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/116223732453516754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/10/argghh.html' title='Argghh..'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-116181942721111754</id><published>2006-10-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:43.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been some really long hectic week lah.</title><content type='html'>That's why i didn't blog for such a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the fact that i was kinda brain dead and lazy and had to meet up with lotsa people lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i don't have all the time in the world to multi task anymore.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways these few days had been hanging out and working with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Vivian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Celina&lt;/span&gt;. Been tani-ing for dunno god knows how many days. I really need time to recuperate again before i die of liver failure or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hmmphhhs* I really have to stop all these jinxing before it becomes real. &lt;strong&gt;*splutter "choi choi choiiii .. "* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Adrian the stupid dogg bro&lt;/span&gt; is back from Aussie for good this time instead of the usual popping outta no where and saying &lt;strong&gt;"Hiiii I AM BACKKK"&lt;/strong&gt; . -_- Oh and yeah i have to suppress my konon-nya surprise because he told me he'd be back in November but instead i just saw him last two weeks in Silva and i was like .. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Shit, isn't that Adrian ? Ehhhhh, yeah it is HIM."&lt;/span&gt; Wat the fuck is he doing here ? Like he doesn't belong here or something .. Haha :p Anyhows i went over to his table and give him my surprise look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"What you doing here lah, thought you coming back in Nov?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Been back like a few days already lahh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Stupid. Didn't tell wan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I called you lahhhh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Where gotttt ? Dun have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Eh you lost weight. The last time i came back you were chubbier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- Wah, have to put it that way so that i don't blar him kau kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.. Kidding lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since you're back for good i guess we'll catch up like some day later on lah since you've prollie got like a zillion people you have to meet before its my turn. *bwahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days nothing interesting really happened. Been so god damn busy with work and stuff and also have to read up for uni soon before i fail every single exam. Sighsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah before i forget anyone who knows anyone that works in Digi pleaseee tell them to go jump off a cliff. I am not saying this because i hate Digi as i am one of its user as well but then ahhh their customer service is so god damn bad okie. I just changed my number to line because it would be much cheaper this way seeing that i only call most of Digi numbers and also keep reloading every single blardy day is just gonna bankrupt me so might as well lah. Anyways i registered my line on last Monday as in the week before Raya and till now they still haven't kau-tim everything. I paid already and also went to their HQ office in Subang Hi-Tech TWICE to sign a whole lotta shits and yes i do have credit in my phone because they said i MUST have credit only they can transfer the freaking line. Okie fine i did everything and waited patiently as the guy informed us that it takes at least 2 days to confirm and approve everything. Ok fine wait lah wat to do right ?? And then the bf called after 3 days to ask whether there was anything wrong because we still haven't got our lines yet then they said have to wait another day. So fine, i was already getting kinda pissed off because i need to make important calls and i didn't wanna reload anymore seeing whats the point of it since i am gonna be paying the bills at the end of the month. So we waited for another 1 day and then we called again to confirm and they told us it would be done by at least Friday or Saturday. And you know what .. who the fuck works on Deepavali lah so confirm cannot be done so waited at least Monday lah right. And then its Raya already so nobody working again i guess. I am so fucken pissed now you cannot imagine okay. I know its cos of the festive season and everything but stop making promises that it will be done soon , its not like we didn't understand that its Raya and everything but its just so dissapointing that i have to be so frustrated over this. Sighhh. Digi provides great rewards and stuff but then i guess they'll just have to improve more on this point of letting people wait so blardy long. And no i can't change my line to Maxis cos most of my long lost friends knows this number. One more day lah. I'm giving them till like tomorrow before i call and fuck them upside down, verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on another note&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Momzie&lt;/span&gt; is now in China and i didn't get to go with her cos no flight tickets anymore. She booked much earlier and when i wanna go also cannot. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's shopping her life savings away there .. Hahahha. She already bought three pairs of shoes for my brother. Wonder what she'll bring back for me. *hrmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i still haven't put up pics of Bkt Tinggi. I don't have time to do anything at all so i guess editing pictures would be one of them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have time to go to the rave on the 28th. So anyone who is going please tell me how issit like after you come back. Please don't say you enjoyed it so much till you did not want to leave because i would be uber jeles. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving to Malacca in December for another trip. I seem to be taking too many vacations lately. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEENSERN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you realise you're growing older and fatter. HAHAHHHA. Have a great one in US okie and happy blessed birthday once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie gotta run got lotsa things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to cuddle with the boyfriend.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reen Darling&lt;/span&gt;, Happy Raya and stop moping ok? I love you lotss. I know what you're going through and know that i'll always be there for you k ? Muahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, HAPPY RAYA EVERYONE !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-116181942721111754?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/116181942721111754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=116181942721111754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/116181942721111754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;And you and I both knew it was fate that brought us here today ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we've left of the parts before,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean we could not ever feel the love anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Two days after October that was when you finally open up,&lt;br /&gt;And told me the way you really felt ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is like finally finding my long lost best friend,&lt;br /&gt;But even better cos i can kiss you and touch you and know that it is real,&lt;br /&gt;For so long i know that i've yearn for a love like this,&lt;br /&gt;For so long i've hurt but never thought i'll move along,&lt;br /&gt;Until of course when i found you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes i may be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I may be stupid or sometimes immature,&lt;br /&gt;But you are there to correct me from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;To make me a better person, to mould my life the way it should be,&lt;br /&gt;And hand in hand with you makes life much easier ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through one year of ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;But above everything we still stuck strong,&lt;br /&gt;We still have the passion of being together as one,&lt;br /&gt;Making each other happy and being there we need a shoulder to cry on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its been forever,&lt;br /&gt;And yet it feels like we still have forever,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like nothing can tear us apart,&lt;br /&gt;I know because you will always be in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It feels so undescriable,&lt;br /&gt;It feels so incomparable,&lt;br /&gt;I know that because ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can be my darling boo and nobody can take the place of you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one year darling and we are still going strong,&lt;br /&gt;Often wondered what will it be like after so long,&lt;br /&gt;But i guess this answers everything,&lt;br /&gt;Because despite all i want you more than anything !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you so so much . . .&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what i'll do without you in my life and thank you so much for everything you've done,&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it more than anything in this world !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love and hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;XoXo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s :I just like to post a sappy kinda thing once in a while just because i love my boy so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bulu roma naik*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-116042774111782541?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115985105266464808</id><published>2006-10-03T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:43.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you so so much for one year of happiness, bliss, miracles and crazy moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you with all my heart and always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that, right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5326/1036/320/DSC02481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115985105266464808?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115985105266464808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115937938864685679</id><published>2006-09-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex ? I doubt so.</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marc&lt;/span&gt; was just going on and on endlessly about women's condom and telling me the whole history of condoms. He went on and on and on and on. I thought he was never gonna end. So here's a fragment of what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;Condoms can be used to hold water in emergency survival situations. [44] The British SAS carry condoms as a method for carrying water in these emergencies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;this is killing me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;Foot travelers in South America wear condoms when wading through water to prevent a small catfish known as candirú from swimming into the urethra. The fish is attracted to the scent of blood and urine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that's not enough he went on about female condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;apparently got sounds wan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;like rustling sound like paper o sumthing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he was talking about women's orgasm and how they can reach it only by talking. Okeh, thats something i didn't know. I mean like pardon me but who the fuck talks dirty and suddenly their screaming their heads off. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he said that its in very rare cases. But still, -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;did u just had sex? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahehhaehae&lt;br /&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;i doubt so&lt;br /&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;bwahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;u doubt i jus had sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahehah yes..&lt;br /&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;C я e S t F á L L e n - Malignant of Self-love :MissBoo*Hazel: - says:&lt;br /&gt;who would wanna sleep with u ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;hahAHahAHaHH&lt;br /&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;hazel i hate u .&lt;br /&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;ur such a bitch !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that's not enough he added something so hilarious i nearly fell off the chair reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;girls are dying to fuck me okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marc&lt;/span&gt;, i'm sure there are girls lining up yeah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wants me to add this so he can syiok sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;магĉųŝ [†] Łέє says:&lt;br /&gt;marcus : sex machine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't know why i have a weird best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115937938864685679?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115937938864685679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115937938864685679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115937938864685679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115937938864685679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/sex-i-doubt-so.html' title='Sex ? I doubt so.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115930470501764175</id><published>2006-09-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:43.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round</title><content type='html'>I will always remember what happened eventhough i said its not important anymore. Not that i care of course but because at that time i knew that it was all a joke. I knew that some things in life cannot be that good, amazing or whatever i thought that it was but of course i was in some sort of delusional state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about moving on and getting on with whats best for ourselves instead of moaning over the past and thinking ways to get back at people for what they had done to us. Am i right ? Well, correct me if i'm anywhere near wrong. I'm not saying that that's the whole purpose of life just maybe a fraction of it. I know what i am talking about so don't say i'm deluded because my mind's being as sane as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny how some people think that they can just hide their past forever and don't know that their just that kinda people that would do it over and over again. They seem to think that by hiding it means being able to forget and erase other people's perception. Well reality check ok, it doesn't mean that when you don't say anything about it people around would not know. People do know only they don't bother to talk about something that's not important at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we are judging you or anything but come on once if its a life routine people would assume that its gonna happen again right ? And then its all gonna be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its gonna happen again or not but if it does i'm just gonna sit back and laugh and think "Oh, here we go again. Same ol' same ol'. Nothings changed."Same goes for the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round like some silly rollercoaster that's never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pitiful, i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares right ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115930470501764175?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115930470501764175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115930470501764175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115930470501764175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115930470501764175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/round-and-round.html' title='Round and round'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115912742680851189</id><published>2006-09-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back . . . .</title><content type='html'>I AM BACKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you mean i didn't say i was just going for two days ? Hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway will update soon cos i don't wanna entertain this blog for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Got tonnes of pics to edit somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i also have this weird ass (no pun intended) rash on well, my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Prollie from the waterfall. I have very delicate skin you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW, the boyfriend is such a moron at times. He purposely wanna piss me off cos i was being innocently blur. Like the other night just while we were on our way to leave we had to go over to my house to pick up the chickens and other stuff. I asked him innocently how to like put the whole pot of chicken in the boot right. And he sarcastically answered me MORON-ishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"So you wanna put the chicken in the plastic bag and take it there?! OR put the pot in the plastic bag ?"&lt;/span&gt; - I was blur lah so i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend ignores me. Talks to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Augustine &lt;/span&gt;like i'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Eh, dowan to answer her lah. Asking stupid question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Whaaatttt ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Of course put the pot with the chicken into a plastic bag tie it up tightly lah. What you want me to say ? Put the plastic bag in the pot issit? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahai ar. Damn kau mean. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115912742680851189?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115912742680851189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115912742680851189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115912742680851189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115912742680851189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/back.html' title='Back . . . .'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115895817305503425</id><published>2006-09-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off again.</title><content type='html'>*dust this blog with feather duster*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can start now. I realise these few days i've not been blogging so frequently anymore. As usual my life is a bore and exciting stuff rarely happens to me. *HaHHaAA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was in Planet Hollywood today with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Celina&lt;/span&gt; drinking. And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Watched You,Me and Dupree.It was not that bad but all i can say is Dupree can be quite annoying at times. It's like you're sitting there and you just wanna punch him for shit that he did. Luckily he made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i'm gonna be missing in action for some time. Going to Bkt Tinggi with the boyfriend and gang tomorrow. Just gonna chill out and have some innocent lil fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah i just have to vent this out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;This lady which is not close to me at all went to blabber some stuff around about me. And seeing that its not a really big deal it didn't really push my buttons at first. But the things that she said can make me boil for like the next ten fucking years. Its like she purposely wanna make the thing taste more. (Add salt, add vinegar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me ? What rights do you have to go about egging on me when i didn't even commit a fucking crime. And by the way have you look at your daughter lately ? God knows what the fuck she does and you're there complanining about me ? HELLO ? I don't think anyone gives a shit about what she said but it just freaking pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i know i'm a bitch at times. Sometimes. Okay fine all the time.&lt;br /&gt;At least i know that and i don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you whereas is just in a state of total denial.&lt;br /&gt;So stop screwing around my life and get on with yours okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaths out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115895817305503425?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115895817305503425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115895817305503425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115895817305503425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115895817305503425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-off-again.html' title='I&apos;m off again.'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115825847466013239</id><published>2006-09-15T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i lost some time</title><content type='html'>I realised i haven't been updating lately due to the piles of work i still have to do for college and also been busy working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am still a bit emo over the sunburn issue cos my skin now is like damn not nice. Can i just go and get rolled over by a truck ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was just reading over my essay and i realise i wrote lotsa rubbish and bullshit in it. I'm trying my best not to sound like a stupid person writing the essay but unfortunately i fail to do so. I AM still reading it and yes it still sounds like its coming from a dumb blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so much for reading up all the latest notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress can die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows i guess i won't be updating anytime soon cos i &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; have a lot of readings to catch up with and i think i'm losing a whole lot of time over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone, anyone at all for that matter buy me some time ? I seem to not have enough of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115825847466013239?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115825847466013239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115825847466013239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115825847466013239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115825847466013239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-lost-some-time.html' title='I think i lost some time'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115801234493537674</id><published>2006-09-13T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried</title><content type='html'>... literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FRIED LITERALLY LAH, WHAT ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line of the day was from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ayob&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Siev&lt;/span&gt; and I was smoking under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Woah, smoking girls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah like literally smoking. I swear there were smoke coming outta me. Like fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i miss class today cos of my skin condition, its really bad at the moment. It hurts like nobody's bloody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back yesterday and then went straight to the pharmacy to get some watsoever lotion to relief my sunburn. Thank god they have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BananaBoat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aloe Gel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just wanna say .. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"FUCK MALAYSIAN SUN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bodoh gila babi. Now i am not fair anymore which is the thing i fear most. I am one shade darker and i emo mengada cos it'll take like forever before i become fair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn emo till post also a bit sot already. I know its damn incoherent but then i can't think straight now and i'm damn emo sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, my skin fucking hurtsss.. does anyone know any ways to relief the pain ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115801234493537674?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115801234493537674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115801234493537674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115801234493537674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115801234493537674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/fried.html' title='Fried'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115782879401576307</id><published>2006-09-10T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno dot com</title><content type='html'>What's with the title ? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know what post this comes under so i'll forego the stupid title-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the boyfriend,Ming,Wai,Ping,Augustine and I went to play badminton last night at 11pm somewhere in Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt hurts today like shit. And i was walking like a silly duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGHH. *stress emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now angry and with a sore-fucking-arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i still haven't put up the pics from Bkt Tinggi. I think i'm just going to forget that for now. I have four fucking assignments to finish by next Friday and i don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH. *stress double emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i have more time in a day ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115782879401576307?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115782879401576307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115782879401576307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115782879401576307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115782879401576307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/dunno-dot-com.html' title='Dunno dot com'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115757220536023874</id><published>2006-09-07T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More work</title><content type='html'>AND NO FUCKING REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This Sunday got work again at Sepang this time for the MotoGP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be damn hot i'm assuming and tiring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh i don't know what to blog at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;And yes i know i haven't upload the pics of Bkt Tinggi escapade yet and we're gonna be going there again this 23rd for another getaway. So hopefully i can take more er.. *nice* pics and unfat ones. Then i can post it up. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115757220536023874?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115757220536023874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115757220536023874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115757220536023874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115757220536023874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-work.html' title='More work'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25249349.post-115739646603877743</id><published>2006-09-05T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:31:42.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh i see . . .</title><content type='html'>that i haven't put up  pics of my escapade in Bkt Tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that'll just have to wait cos i'm damn lazy to edit my photos now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also ar.. i look damn fat in most of them. And stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to lose some weight and actually i did put in some effort into doing that .. i just did 100 sit ups last nite resting in between lah of cos. And the bf and i decided to finally hit the gym and go swimming tomorrow and do that at least 3 times a week. I am actually attempting to exercise again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so depressing lah. I actually don't really have time to do all that. I have other better things to do like i dunno, shop ? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping, i actually haven't done any shopping since the mega sales started and now its ended. And guess what bf is bringing me shopping next week. What for lah since the sales are already over ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geram betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm lah at least still get to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie gotta stop here i think Marc and Ben's gonna call me in a while. And we're going out for some bonding session. Yes at 3am in the fucking morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25249349-115739646603877743?l=emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/feeds/115739646603877743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25249349&amp;postID=115739646603877743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115739646603877743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25249349/posts/default/115739646603877743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionallyjeopardized.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-i-see.html' title='Oh i see . . .'/><author><name>the*narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987306150795076943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j121/missboozel/mefilmgrain0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
