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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rw8hUfzdXyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mkp8seUCyqQ/s1600-h/NOTLOST.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rw8hUfzdXyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mkp8seUCyqQ/s320/NOTLOST.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120347937361977122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; walking on the hills that night with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you and i were made to get love right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quietly, the days crept past me, under my bed and behind my back. i haven't even realised and could not comprehend that two months had past since my exams.&lt;br /&gt;there were mixture of feelings when i received an sms from the school, informing me of my results. vividly, i remembered how fear strucked me instantly and i was literally gritting my teeth, not hoping to see any Es or Fs.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, most were Bs or Cs.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;lady luck wasn't on my side throughout the entire job-hunting process. i sort of gave up when my emails didn't get replied and phone calls have not been returned.&lt;br /&gt;i thought, oh no, my holidays are gonna be full of shattered dreams.&lt;br /&gt;things, however, take a turn for a change as i manage to work at the natas fair and help out in the collection of the PSLE scripts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to, at the least, earn some pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;my bank account is on the low and i've got some debts i've not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school's gonna start in 2 week's time. what is getting me panicky is my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;i'm flying off tomorrow morning and would only be back a day before school officially commence.&lt;br /&gt;i would need my classmate's assistance to let me know when it has been release.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are yes?&lt;br /&gt;and stop saying i'm kiasu tricia.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping for a tag from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this blog will be deactivated come 12 midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've moved to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://helplesswhenshesmiles.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thank you for dropping by all this while and your constant tags are what kept this blog going.&lt;br /&gt;here's a big beeyootifool kiss to all of you guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although this blog is just 5 months old, the bittersweet memories remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to get my luggage packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5703610195368473650?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5703610195368473650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5703610195368473650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6206941130481337972</id><published>2007-10-11T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:11:07.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I was living a lie, but I won't fall for it next time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rw29efzdXxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ui3xkObC81I/s1600-h/Image016_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rw29efzdXxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ui3xkObC81I/s320/Image016_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119956683021180690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take me to that beautiful somewhere you have promised me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a thursday.&lt;br /&gt;in 2 days time, i'll be departing for Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;nah, there is nothing for you to be envious about.&lt;br /&gt;for those who are starting school soon, YAY! nanny nanny poo poo. it's back to school for you buggers whereas i get to enjoy for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the only thing i like about been a temasek poly student is that i get to end my holidays late.&lt;br /&gt;1 week in precision.&lt;br /&gt;of course, the disadvantages as such would be, i begin my exams late.&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS, MY FRIENDS, IS NOT A WISE CHOICE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;imagine this: your friends are done with exams and have begin their vacation while you are the lonesome one, struggling to swallow whatever you have studied amidst the distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but to be mean and start my usual crazy mood of smiling to myself for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;while the others have to drag their lazy bones outta bed at 7am ( or maybe not. ) on the first day of school, i'll be away form sunny singapore, enjoying myself plenty.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall stop before readers like you go, WHAT A BITCH!.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LA YOU.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really wish to know what's on the weatherman's mind.&lt;br /&gt;if only i have the ability to read his thoughts and stop the rain from pouring NOT.&lt;br /&gt;seems as though as i'm rushing to finish this post because my bladder is about to burst in a moments time, dark clouds have circled the sky in formation and it seems rain is inevitable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poly classmates invited me to go MOS on the 19th Oct.&lt;br /&gt;ONG EEW FART EDRIC.&lt;br /&gt;read the above.&lt;br /&gt;see, my friends invited me to MOS okay.&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice but to reject because i'll be away.&lt;br /&gt;else, i would have lose my virginity just like you.&lt;br /&gt;think out of the box PEEPO.&lt;br /&gt;don't get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;off to pack my luggage and charge my IPOD.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope to check my impending time table in shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly wait no more to find out who are my classmates or rather, which class am i posted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster is been a bitch i swear.&lt;br /&gt;its refusal to load is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;anyone encountering similar problems?&lt;br /&gt;and that is why i love facebook oh-so-much.&lt;br /&gt;okay, being random here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED TO PEE LA, DAMN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: it's the second last day you will see this blog in active. come tomorrow before the stroke of 12, it shall be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;once again, thank you all for your ardent support the past years.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6206941130481337972?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6206941130481337972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6206941130481337972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6206941130481337972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6206941130481337972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-i-was-living-lie-but-i-wont-fall.html' title='and I was living a lie, but I won&apos;t fall for it next time.'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rw29efzdXxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ui3xkObC81I/s72-c/Image016_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5058009186641340769</id><published>2007-10-10T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:31:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that saccharine smile;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ar5Hk_s8-JQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ar5Hk_s8-JQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brand new single by westlife, entitled home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain is about to pour and i'm meeting cassandra in a few minutes time for sakae buffet.&lt;br /&gt;man, what a day to rain.&lt;br /&gt;for a minute, the sun was left hanging brightly over the blue sky. the next moment, dark clouds begin to form and has since engulfed the once-blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity yes.&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon many will dread the on coming rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out of bed at 8 this morning, went breakfast with mummy and back home.&lt;br /&gt;surfed on to my blog and thank you for visiting my wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to make that blog public while this shall be deactivated on the 12 oct.&lt;br /&gt;and this is the umpteen times i have said.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've since change my blogskin and song again.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, will update again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPENDIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back yet again for another short update.&lt;br /&gt;met up with cassie and we indulge in sakae buffet.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice seeing her again!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for meeting up today babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was endearing to hear how you survived your thailand trip.&lt;br /&gt;not when your bunk is infested with insects that your afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it was an experience yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on for a short walk around NTUC with our bloated tummies.&lt;br /&gt;surely, it wasn't our fault for eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;also, i had my fair share of unagi today.&lt;br /&gt;OOH LA LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwzSTPzdXwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_eZq6nqQ0wQ/s1600-h/Image000_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwzSTPzdXwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_eZq6nqQ0wQ/s320/Image000_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119698104515124994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and true enough, i got killed in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! this picture is absolutley adoring.&lt;br /&gt;you MUST agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;defy my orders and you shall be persecuted.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count down to shanghai trip: 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely miss tons of people.&lt;br /&gt;the ones whom i'm close to.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;names shall not be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid i would forget some and kana tekan later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. and i think my blog is like trash now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blogging in proper english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh heck it, let's break the rules once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to head for the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5058009186641340769?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5058009186641340769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5058009186641340769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8924277883774933470</id><published>2007-10-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:56:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting all laid back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you haven't know by now, this blog shall cease operation beginning the 12 Oct 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reason?&lt;br /&gt;refer to the blog post dated 8 Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with work!&lt;br /&gt;the next three days are reserved for yours truly to rest, pack my stuff for the oncoming trip to shanghai, meet up with cassandra and yong lin for sakae and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention we camwhored during work?&lt;br /&gt;the pictures can be a testament to that.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i shall let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuGbPzdXqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ubxNrKlKmnI/s1600-h/Image015_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuGbPzdXqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ubxNrKlKmnI/s320/Image015_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119333204093656738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog tomorrow if possible.&lt;br /&gt;mummy is starting work at 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8924277883774933470?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8924277883774933470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-500145115022074797</id><published>2007-10-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:12:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwoNTvzdXjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t7UO_6CMTm0/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwoNTvzdXjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t7UO_6CMTm0/s320/goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118918559360966194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the wonderful tags, your loyalty ( if any )  to my blog for the past few years and your frequent drop byes.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, this is goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you heard it right.&lt;br /&gt;this blog shall be left on hiatus throughout this week ( unless i have the urge to drop by and do a littlf update. ).&lt;br /&gt;and this is pretty much the last post you will see here.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted something new.&lt;br /&gt;let's put it this way, i'm getting sick of blogger and all the html stuff.&lt;br /&gt;call me fickle minded whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i've skipped the bandwagon and followed dear eunice to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://helplesswhenshesmiles.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may wish to relink if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the trouble folks.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, for your information, once i'm sick of wordpress, i MIGHT switch back to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm just that fickle minded.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY. MY BAD. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: this blog shall be deactivated on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th Oct 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE BLOGGER, HELLO WORDPRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-500145115022074797?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/500145115022074797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=500145115022074797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/500145115022074797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/500145115022074797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-say-goodbye.html' title='so say goodbye'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwoNTvzdXjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/t7UO_6CMTm0/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6874189610116398075</id><published>2007-10-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:25:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine fill my window, thats what you are, my shining star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuEk_zdXpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Gn0lXFbB-uE/s1600-h/Image011_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuEk_zdXpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Gn0lXFbB-uE/s320/Image011_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119331172574125714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW CHOONG KEE WEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well, finally your legal.&lt;br /&gt;bet you have been in anticipation for this for a nong nong time.&lt;br /&gt;now you have the freedom to drink and smoke all you want!&lt;br /&gt;i advice you to quit man.&lt;br /&gt;and stop lying that you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still remember i owe you a blog post all about you.&lt;br /&gt;haha! sorry for the procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for all your encouragements and for that listening ear all this while.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i did not turn up for your celebration at sentosa this morning.&lt;br /&gt;hope it went well.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks sanjiv for the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was another monotonous sunday as i head on down to church and then dinner with the family.&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, the hulk was on tv and i was gritting my teeth for fear when he dived into the lake alongside his father.&lt;br /&gt;it is just that dramatic i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;last 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a hell lot of a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, SMILES APLENY.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6874189610116398075?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6874189610116398075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6874189610116398075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6874189610116398075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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OUT IN STYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get the pictures rolling yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saturday with a difference.&lt;br /&gt;met up with yong lin, felicia, edric and laxhmi for a awesome good time at the movies as well as dinner at fish and co the glass house near park mall.&lt;br /&gt;we had a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so say pictures speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuBevzdXoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/b6NINSpNJ_s/s1600-h/Image008_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuBevzdXoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/b6NINSpNJ_s/s320/Image008_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119327766665059970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;laxhmi and edric with felicia's pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuBHfzdXnI/AAAAAAAAAes/_IgXCyAG-ds/s1600-h/Image004_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuBHfzdXnI/AAAAAAAAAes/_IgXCyAG-ds/s320/Image004_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119327367233101426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the birthday girls cutting their birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuAYvzdXmI/AAAAAAAAAek/FCz4MgXAnco/s1600-h/Image007_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuAYvzdXmI/AAAAAAAAAek/FCz4MgXAnco/s320/Image007_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119326564074217058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the only group picture we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuAC_zdXlI/AAAAAAAAAec/6r4lQP067i8/s1600-h/Image003_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwuAC_zdXlI/AAAAAAAAAec/6r4lQP067i8/s320/Image003_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119326190412062290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIMBOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rwt_2PzdXkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SJx16s7HfXQ/s1600-h/Image009_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rwt_2PzdXkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SJx16s7HfXQ/s320/Image009_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119325971368730178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alfred. lax. edric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've just realised that i did not have a photo with lin-ie and ferps.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH, i shall make sure i have a picture of us the next time we hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE YOU TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAX, sorry i won't be around when you officially turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;and ferps, all the best for A levels.&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet again when your done with your A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;ALFRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5410344863825790787?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5410344863825790787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8053145960241005900</id><published>2007-10-05T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:15:43.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work; a KILLER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work is like, va va voom.&lt;br /&gt;everything happened in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;it's like snapping your fingers and BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite seeking refuge under a shelter while engaging at serving the group heads, the hot sun was scorching hot that no one could ever fathom.&lt;br /&gt;it's as if you have just gone for a sun bath, literally getting a tan line and all.&lt;br /&gt;okay, exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the title suggest, you would have prolly inferred that work was a KILLER.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i enjoy feeling the perspirations tickling down the cheeks and getting all sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;also, the company was great.&lt;br /&gt;met some new friends and seen some familiar ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;meeting the primary school principles and the respective in charge was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;ogling at their cars, collecting the packets of exams scripts so on and so fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 2 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;press on ALFRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8053145960241005900?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8053145960241005900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8053145960241005900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8053145960241005900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8053145960241005900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-killer.html' title='work; a KILLER.'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5643308718364971575</id><published>2007-10-02T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:34:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm falling into memories of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwHxBvzdXiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XvMZ_DU5mdc/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwHxBvzdXiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XvMZ_DU5mdc/s320/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116635663984057890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and this is the price that you pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;for being smart in a stupid way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you stand there staring while your lover walks away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being smart, in a stupid way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sit in the comfort of a rocky chair that could give way anytime sooner thanks to that growing butt of mine, for the entire day, besides doing housework, i was youtubing, facebooking, chatting with my pals on msn and practically doing nothing concrete.&lt;br /&gt;i am proud to declare that i'm hooked on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;maybe for this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;who knows i will get sick of it in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you expect from someone who has no job for the past one month?&lt;br /&gt;no income = no cash to spend.&lt;br /&gt;BUT things will soon change.&lt;br /&gt;i'll begin work as of tomorrow all the way to the 9th of oct.&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon i won't have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;not to worry though, i'll try to squeeze in a post if i can yeah?&lt;br /&gt;keep your eyes peel for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to anything this week.&lt;br /&gt;just a meet up with my bunch of homies who i will be celebrating their birthday with.&lt;br /&gt;namely, FELLE and LAX.&lt;br /&gt;and lax, please tell me you see your oh-so-big-yet-small-at-the-same-time name here.&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;after all, you mentioned i did not talk about you in my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;so there, now that i did mention about your celebration.&lt;br /&gt;*laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;will somebody please feed me with food.&lt;br /&gt;i haven had anything since morning.&lt;br /&gt;yes, blame my lazy bones for its refusal to get out of the house and grab a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;till the next post, GOODYBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5643308718364971575?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5643308718364971575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4402033297037671951</id><published>2007-10-01T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:03:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got my attention at hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHIDLREN'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing much to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;was at macs the entire afternoon spending my time surfing the internet while the sibling play his well, in my opinion, a game that is of no kick.&lt;br /&gt;and you might wanna know i'm at macs.&lt;br /&gt;reason: thought i should not coop myself at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall let the excerpts from particular songs depict how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's basis you need to know you know just how I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And let me show you now that I'm for real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If all things in time, time will reveal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say farewell to the darkened night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see the coming of the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like a little child whose life has just begun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You came and breathed new life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into this lonely heart of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You threw out the lifeline just in the nick of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4402033297037671951?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4402033297037671951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4402033297037671951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4402033297037671951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4402033297037671951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-got-my-attention-at-hello.html' title='You got my attention at hello'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-1794002028151715757</id><published>2007-09-30T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:18:23.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;what a bummer!&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed, angst, angry all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not triggered happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when he goes on and talk about how he has no money to pay for the bill when he can smoke and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when he blames literally everything on the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when he gets all self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: don't bother to ask me why. i don't wish to talk about it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1794002028151715757?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1794002028151715757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=1794002028151715757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDYPvzdXhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZBF8AE0eu6o/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDYPvzdXhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZBF8AE0eu6o/s320/facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116326941734821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swelling up in tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i would have to give the birthday party a miss.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's my pastor's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PASTOR ADRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i can't be there at your surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my time online today before heading off for cell group.&lt;br /&gt;facebook was the main priority.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but ever since i got an invitation from a friend of mine to check it out,&lt;br /&gt;every now and then, whenever i'm connected to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that i would click to would definitely be facebook.&lt;br /&gt;am i addicted to it?&lt;br /&gt;i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;addiction is an agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, facebook is way better than friendster.&lt;br /&gt;it has applications that allows you to send a hatching egg, send a gift, leave comments on the fun wall, send a booze, pee on your friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;so many more stuff as compared to friendster.&lt;br /&gt;i urge all who are reading this to dump friendster and join facebook.&lt;br /&gt;skip the bandwagon PEEPO.&lt;br /&gt;guaranteed triple chopped and stamped that it's way cool as compared to friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can this get any better?&lt;br /&gt;i read about the founder of facebook and how he use to be a hacker.&lt;br /&gt;wow, maybe i should follow his footsteps and give a run for his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dream on alfred.&lt;br /&gt;snap back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;you can dream big but you are still in your second year at polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;*trys to follow baby's ally whatever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-2885664620105463213?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2885664620105463213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=2885664620105463213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2885664620105463213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2885664620105463213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-to-move-on-and-be-who-i-am.html' title='i got to move on and be who i am'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDYPvzdXhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZBF8AE0eu6o/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8903522487941012096</id><published>2007-09-28T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:30:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can this get any better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvzNC_zdXZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HLHO5vk3Exg/s1600-h/internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvzNC_zdXZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HLHO5vk3Exg/s320/internet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115188728156741010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i flipped through the papers this afternoon ( it has become a habitual thing for me to do so in the morning as well ), i read about the myanmar crackdown and how a japanese photgrapher ( i can't recall his name ) was injured and later, it was reported that he died.&lt;br /&gt;i've begin to wonder why all this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;it all started with the increase of petrol prices.&lt;br /&gt;( i didn't know about this initially, my dad was the one who filled me in with the details. )&lt;br /&gt;i don't really read widely in world news, i only followed fervently in local news.&lt;br /&gt;now, protestors take the streets by storm and have since begin a strike.&lt;br /&gt;funny how singaporeans don't do that when the bus fares or even the utilities bill starts to increase.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i do sense a tiny tinge of displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, as i was about to surf on to blogger and squeeze in this post before i head on to my grandmother's hse, what caught my attention was the news that internet was cut after the crackdown.&lt;br /&gt;( CLICK THE ABOVE PICTURE TO ENLARGE. COPYRIGHT YAHOO. )&lt;br /&gt;when will all this come to a halt i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;well yes, the weekends are here yet again.&lt;br /&gt;don't we all just love to waste our week away? just like yours truly?&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at a friggin' 7am for a job briefing.&lt;br /&gt;the sibling and i were the first two that arrived.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but i can't reveal much about this job of mine.&lt;br /&gt;it involves the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not telling ya which ministry it's gonna be, you can go on guessing.&lt;br /&gt;that is, if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head back home, grabbed some lunch, did the household chores and on to the computer i went.&lt;br /&gt;took time off to watch underdog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3PnfzdXaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8etZhoMEIr4/s1600-h/underdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3PnfzdXaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8etZhoMEIr4/s320/underdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115473029221932450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theres no need to fear, underdog is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you but i was laughing my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;i love his sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;you should catch it!&lt;br /&gt;my rating? 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;it's darn good i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's time i depart for my grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COUSIN VERA.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8903522487941012096?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8903522487941012096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8903522487941012096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8903522487941012096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8903522487941012096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-this-get-any-better.html' title='can this get any better?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvzNC_zdXZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HLHO5vk3Exg/s72-c/internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4086999731617514916</id><published>2007-09-27T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:21:29.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything seems so stale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3fIPzdXbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IL_Sf2NLwxA/s1600-h/51831871_5a4fb30dd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3fIPzdXbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IL_Sf2NLwxA/s320/51831871_5a4fb30dd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115490084537064882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i get my hopes up, and i watched them fall everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life keeps getting in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; thursday after all.&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought that the movie wasn't today but two days before.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugged*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhQZBeaxd9M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhQZBeaxd9M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would love you to check out the above.&lt;br /&gt;backstreet boys are back with their latest offering, inconsolable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to watch underdog.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;i've been facebooking the past few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the lazy bones are pretty much active right now.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop it can i?&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm waiting for news if i'm selected to work alongside the sibling.&lt;br /&gt;i hope lady luck is shining sparklingly on me.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i brought my laptop to mac down at marine parade and used wireless@sg.&lt;br /&gt;for three consecutive times, the connection was haywire.&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally manage to retrieve my long-forgotten password to sign in, mummy called and it was time to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohgoshwhyareyoureadingthiswhenit'sjustboringyoutothecore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4086999731617514916?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4086999731617514916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4086999731617514916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4086999731617514916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4086999731617514916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-seems-so-stale.html' title='everything seems so stale'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3fIPzdXbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IL_Sf2NLwxA/s72-c/51831871_5a4fb30dd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7884120039417951448</id><published>2007-09-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:51:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NANNY-FIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDL3PzdXfI/AAAAAAAAAds/1yhzMgthvo4/s1600-h/nanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDL3PzdXfI/AAAAAAAAAds/1yhzMgthvo4/s320/nanny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116313326688493042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a comedy about life on the top as seen at the bottom;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i had the chance to be the first among every singaporean to catch the special preview of the nanny diaries at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;i was almost late in collecting my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness the person in charge dropped me an sms.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there were a few others who had a chance to catch the preview too.&lt;br /&gt;the sibling tagged along and i had my share of demanding popcorns in return.&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie, starring scarlett johansson, chris evans and laura linney ( just o name a few. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PLOT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strapped for cash after her recent graduation from college, Annie Braddock  &lt;a title="Scarlett Johansson" href="/wiki/Scarlett_Johansson"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has an encounter in which she is believed to be a nanny. This  quickly leads to potential employment with Mr. X and Mrs. X , a wealthy  Upper East Side couple looking for someone to care for their 5-year-old son,  Grayer. He  doesn't always listen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is a product of a working-class New Jersey  family, where her mother has dreams of her daughter becoming  a respectable businesswoman&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Meanwhile, Annie has her sights  set on a career in anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the prospect of working  for some of the city’s social elite seems like a nice alternative. Annie has  done some babysitting in the past, but she has no idea what she is getting  herself into when she accepts the position. Mrs. X turns out to be the employer  from hell – a pampered wife, whose increasingly outrageous demands take a  considerable toll on Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even worse, Mr. X is never around and even seems  neglectful of Grayer at times and Annie is basically caught right in the middle  of the couple’s crumbling marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the next nine frenzied months, Annie is  forced to juggle between the pair, their dysfunctions, their son, and a new love  interest.&lt;/p&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch how the story unfolds as she learns how to cope in her moments of furry and how repentful was mrs X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, one thing i learn from this movie was this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you need to immense yourself in the real world to truly understand yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how undoubtedly true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7884120039417951448?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7884120039417951448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7884120039417951448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7884120039417951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7884120039417951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/nanny-fied.html' title='NANNY-FIED'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDL3PzdXfI/AAAAAAAAAds/1yhzMgthvo4/s72-c/nanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4367973738903706899</id><published>2007-09-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:10:20.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a plain lazy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDVZvzdXgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eLJYFMVU0ac/s1600-h/Emo_by_arastafari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDVZvzdXgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eLJYFMVU0ac/s320/Emo_by_arastafari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116323814998629890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want fabulous, this is my simple request;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me, what do you do when you are stucked at home with no good television programmes on tv and there's not much entertainment besides the computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you literally slothed your day away.&lt;br /&gt;just like what i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish work would come knocking at my door instead of me finding one.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't we all just love and hate life all at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;when life's been a bitch, you complained and yakked so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;and then, there were the happy moments which you couldn't help but keep smiling from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do YOU define life i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;we all know those cliche phrases such as, life is all about living it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;what's your take on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jordin sparks latest single, Tattoo is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, this post is not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE you.&lt;br /&gt;i shall start studying for my basic theory.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to fail at the first try yannoe.&lt;br /&gt;how embarrassed i would if i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4367973738903706899?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4367973738903706899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4367973738903706899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4367973738903706899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4367973738903706899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/plain-lazy-afternoon.html' title='a plain lazy afternoon'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDVZvzdXgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eLJYFMVU0ac/s72-c/Emo_by_arastafari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-33822754442537435</id><published>2007-09-23T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:20:04.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, you hang up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we had this connection that we couldn't let go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt; went by in a flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, church in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;the sermon was all about inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, in the afternoon, it was to the computer i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not before long, the parents got back from their tea ceremony from my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;yes, if your trying real hard to guess what's the event, let me tell you then.&lt;br /&gt;it's my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, we head on down to raffles place for the wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;all of us almost got lost in search of the right venue.&lt;br /&gt;raffles place is darn huge that the family ( inclusive of i ) got lost?&lt;br /&gt;who are you trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one spectacular night when the groom kissed the bride.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when my turn would come.&lt;br /&gt;*starts daydreaming away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after one whole night at a wedding dinner, i had little energy left.&lt;br /&gt;sleep is what's on my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;time to be a couch potato and sleep the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night PEEPO!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-33822754442537435?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/33822754442537435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=33822754442537435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/33822754442537435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/33822754442537435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-you-hang-up.html' title='no, you hang up'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4034139676402334988</id><published>2007-09-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:06:55.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on board sgd 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mornings are full of shattered dreams;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dragged myself out of bed on this beautiful sunny saturday and went on to have breakfast with the family.&lt;br /&gt;after which, we proceed to the supermarket to get some stuff for my sister's birthday celebration in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3l2fzdXcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nEYW0gjFj_Q/s1600-h/Image004_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3l2fzdXcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nEYW0gjFj_Q/s320/Image004_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115497476175781314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look, there lies two tubs of ben &amp;amp; jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in for a huge treat tonight.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, i met up with THEQUEEN may ee and SUPERMODEL edric to catch yong lin's production.&lt;br /&gt;it was indeed a rollercoaster ride on board sgd 2&lt;br /&gt;it depicts the things we take for granted, the happenings in the airport which we are not observant too or should i phrase it in a more sophisticated manner, things which we humans are super-duper, amazingly, remarkably oblivious to.&lt;br /&gt;alright, cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;they say laughter was the best medicine and i had the best of it that very day.&lt;br /&gt;although lin was not involved in acting, she played a crucial role as the main person in charge of the lightings and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was another good job well done.&lt;br /&gt;thank you lin for that invitation.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on after the show to my grandmother's place for my sister's bithday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;had a blast as i feast on the many delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;( you name it, we have it. )&lt;br /&gt;of course, how can we not take time off to camwhore on such a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;( not a very special one for me, but for my lil' sister. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDGRvzdXeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/99ZbeP4wp3A/s1600-h/Image008_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDGRvzdXeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/99ZbeP4wp3A/s320/Image008_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116307184885259746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the apple of everybody's eyes. JAEL my lil' princess.&lt;br /&gt;she warms my heart with a BIG WIDE SMILE whenever i have a chance to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDFvvzdXdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2EQuAaEAtBw/s1600-h/Image005_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RwDFvvzdXdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2EQuAaEAtBw/s320/Image005_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116306600769707474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there lies a cutit pie, no wait, 2 cutie pies to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4034139676402334988?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4034139676402334988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4034139676402334988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4034139676402334988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4034139676402334988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-like-no-other.html' title='on board sgd 2'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rv3l2fzdXcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nEYW0gjFj_Q/s72-c/Image004_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4663111280402726562</id><published>2007-09-21T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:31:25.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little more of this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.. What does the oldest text message&lt;br /&gt;in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# it's a goodnight msg i received from jin pei! must i type it out here? very long luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last song you sang out&lt;br /&gt;loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# you are the music in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# yup. garfield. fatty. alfie.bananas.vanilla gorilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What does your last received text&lt;br /&gt;message say? Who from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# jeralyn. asking me to send her my server file. think java. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What time did you go to bed last&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# 1am. i was hooked on the TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# more or less. i don't know actuallly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# i can't remember. why the cliche question. GEES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# God and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you eat whipped cream straight&lt;br /&gt;from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# eeyer. who does that? disgusting la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who did you talk on the phone with&lt;br /&gt;last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# last night? err, not that i know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# bugging me? nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What/who was the last thing to make&lt;br /&gt;you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# muttons to midnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# yuck, of course NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the last person you missed a&lt;br /&gt;call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# someone i dont know. i've got no caller i d. yes, i'm that cheap. *sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever had your heart&lt;br /&gt;broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# eh, why such a question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# typical singaporeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# no at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# hell NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you kill someone you hate for&lt;br /&gt;a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in the saying "talk&lt;br /&gt;is cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was the last person to lay in&lt;br /&gt;your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# me myself and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# my teddy bear! actually, no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Did anyone see you kiss the last&lt;br /&gt;person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# i feel like i do need one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever thought someone died,&lt;br /&gt;when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the reason behind your&lt;br /&gt;profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# it makes me wanna loose control la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the last person you saw in&lt;br /&gt;person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is you favourite Michael&lt;br /&gt;Jackson song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# all the time i do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# eh, i dunno. what say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you listening to right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# Criag David – You Don’t Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you talking to anyone while&lt;br /&gt;doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# Yup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you walk with your eyes open or&lt;br /&gt;closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# open la. I don’t sleep walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# effort today, reward tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# do i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# guitar. Yes of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Whats the worst idea you've had&lt;br /&gt;this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# i have no idea man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What were you doing last night at&lt;br /&gt;11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# i was on my way home from my cousin's bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you happy with your love life&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# i've got no love life at the moment. i hate answering questions like the this. urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What song describes your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# let me think about it and i will get back to you on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Does the person you like know you&lt;br /&gt;like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# yeah. most of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# aplenty to name i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you speak any other languages&lt;br /&gt;other than english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# yes. chinese lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you a blonde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# eh, stupid question. i shall not answer this. lame shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# housework! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;# all of them are my GOOD friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friday like no other.&lt;br /&gt;i have a boring weekend!&lt;br /&gt;what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta be heading on for cell meeting later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4663111280402726562?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4663111280402726562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4663111280402726562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is dedicated to all my friends who stood by me all this while, made me laugh, shared my weals and woes and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, i took this off from a friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could come up with such a poetry below.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we were once, all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;braving the chills that striked the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;that very day we met each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;it was fated that we'd be best partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;as we discovered our similarities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;it couldn't just be commonities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;our bonds grew and tightened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;which however, were easily weakened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;usually by a little conflict,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;or just the insensible comments we inflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;these resulted in arguments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but never was there resentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;as time brought back those wonderful memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we realised our own follies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;thus all it took were sincere apologies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;which relieved the anger the other carries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;back to good old pals like the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hoping the friendship would always last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hence, a helping hand was always offered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;during times when we were down, when we suffered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;as our lives grew rocky and rough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we never ceased to share a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but in the end, separation took place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the clique dispersed, going on to the final race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;colleges and institutions were on top list,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;which shrouded most in a dense mist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;however our bondings would never falter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ending up, still, together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;not treating each other as foes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and instead sharing weal and woe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;understanding each to their core,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;thats what friends are for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime!&lt;br /&gt;it's 1250am on a friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6446285960261243688?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6446285960261243688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5321571357317965704</id><published>2007-09-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:30:59.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inconsolable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKjQLqC79I/AAAAAAAAAc0/sy0vTbHSfQA/s1600-h/smilebeautifuldisguise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKjQLqC79I/AAAAAAAAAc0/sy0vTbHSfQA/s320/smilebeautifuldisguise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112328025421311954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the eyes of the angel, fly away from here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in a daze, only to be greeted by my sibling's loud "good morning".&lt;br /&gt;the very first question i asked was, you guys had your breakfast already?&lt;br /&gt;the sibling nodded.&lt;br /&gt;i got up, hopping my mother had packet something nice for me for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;to my astonishment, there was no breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;she made it up by buying me a packet of rice for me over lunch.&lt;br /&gt;thank you mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the wierdest dream ever. dreamt about how potter got attacked by some gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;he did not have his wand by the way.&lt;br /&gt;and the gangsters chase him around this office and into a dark alley.&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it man.&lt;br /&gt;this was the very first time i could vividly recall my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to mention, i won a pair of tickets to catch the nanny diaries starring the oh-so-ever-gorgeous scarlett johansson. ( well, at least i thought she was pretty. true enough. she is! ) and not forgetting,  a kate nash cd from the muttons!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUTTONS so-so much.&lt;br /&gt;they rock my world yo!&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked to receive a call from them yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;you guys made my day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was working today at ML research.&lt;br /&gt;cheap labour i say.&lt;br /&gt;my job was to fold papers and slot them into envelops.&lt;br /&gt;the pay? 2 cents per envelops fold.&lt;br /&gt;cheap isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;managed to fold a total of 700 envelops and earned myself 14 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;it beats better than staying at home and rot isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;there's more to come tomorrow though.&lt;br /&gt;gotta be up by 7am to be on time for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, met up with baba and tricia for dinner at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;aijisen ramen that is.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around bugis junction, chit chatted, afterwhich, we went our seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like some break up eh?&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to head for the sack.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much exhausted after tonight.&lt;br /&gt;goody night PEEPO.&lt;br /&gt;remember to pee before you drop dead on bed.&lt;br /&gt;it's never nice to see a pool of urine stinking your bed sheet.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5321571357317965704?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5321571357317965704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5321571357317965704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5321571357317965704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5321571357317965704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/inconsolable.html' title='inconsolable'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKjQLqC79I/AAAAAAAAAc0/sy0vTbHSfQA/s72-c/smilebeautifuldisguise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8115517194369293807</id><published>2007-09-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:25:44.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life gets better before you know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me smile, please stay for awhile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mid week wednesday saw me going out with my mother and the sibling.&lt;br /&gt;she had some errands to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;and since i reckon it would be a bore staying at home, i tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;i had to cancel my sakae meet up with cassandra due to this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry babe!&lt;br /&gt;i had to be there for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it up to you soon yes?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had to send the car for repair, pay some outstanding bills and settle the air ticket for the trip to shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i'm going to shaghai too?&lt;br /&gt;yes? no? maybe so?&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll be away from 13 oct onwards.&lt;br /&gt;will be back on sunday, 21st of oct.&lt;br /&gt;don't envy me people!&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to be envious.&lt;br /&gt;i'm one lucky dude who gets to go with my mother while the father and the sibling had to stay at home yannoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more, we had fish and co for brunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKR4bqC77I/AAAAAAAAAck/Vrs1us1UTE8/s1600-h/Image002_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKR4bqC77I/AAAAAAAAAck/Vrs1us1UTE8/s320/Image002_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112308925701746610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy ordered the swordfish collar which was , ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;huge isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKRpLqC75I/AAAAAAAAAcU/cR0NjqIFTZE/s1600-h/Image000_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKRpLqC75I/AAAAAAAAAcU/cR0NjqIFTZE/s320/Image000_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112308663708741522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had side dishes such as the prawn fritters and deep fried squid.&lt;br /&gt;yummy-licious baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKRvrqC76I/AAAAAAAAAcc/8nBOchqqc3E/s1600-h/Image001_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKRvrqC76I/AAAAAAAAAcc/8nBOchqqc3E/s320/Image001_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112308775377891234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for myself, i took the best fish and chips in town.&lt;br /&gt;boy it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;the best fish and chips indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKRgrqC74I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Q0k0cTsbLw8/s1600-h/Image003_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKRgrqC74I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Q0k0cTsbLw8/s320/Image003_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112308517679853442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on top of all the treats we devoured voraciously at fish and co which made our stomachs bloated, we sat down to enjoy a cup of nice coffee from coffeebean and tea leave!&lt;br /&gt;brownie and caramel ice blended was the sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we collected the car, and i went on to collect my prize which i won over the radio at SPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKYWLqC78I/AAAAAAAAAcs/-QPcuZS7llM/s1600-h/Image004_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKYWLqC78I/AAAAAAAAAcs/-QPcuZS7llM/s320/Image004_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112316033872621506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later in the evening, i went to meet nad as we go scouting for her army tank top only to return home empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;no exactly empty handed as she manage to buy something that seemingly looks good on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met masnurie and then all of us bump into marcus at kfc.&lt;br /&gt;while the girls queue for their food, i manage to take time off to do a little catching up with marcus.&lt;br /&gt;questions such as how's school, did you bump into so and so etc were being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun-filled wednesday nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;the happenings, meeting up with loves, savouring on fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stifles a yawn*&lt;br /&gt;time to head onto bed, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8115517194369293807?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8115517194369293807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8115517194369293807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8115517194369293807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8115517194369293807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-life-gets-better-before-you-knew.html' title='when life gets better before you know it'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RvKR4bqC77I/AAAAAAAAAck/Vrs1us1UTE8/s72-c/Image002_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-2734635198736665093</id><published>2007-09-19T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:25:54.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that thing you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as promised, here's the quiz i did.&lt;br /&gt;i tag madchelle to do it!&lt;br /&gt;ignore some questions if you don't understand yeah?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to call off my date with cassandra tomorrow for sakae as i have to accompany my mum for her errands.&lt;br /&gt;sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;i know it has been postpone many times.&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it up to you when your back after your trip yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUIZ TIME;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of the soap in&lt;br /&gt;your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sissy pink. It’s the color for baby’s bottom. *sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like cola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cola who? Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the 15th contact in your&lt;br /&gt;phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it happens to be my favouritest aunty! No, name shall not be reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you on IM right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yup. Talking to my girl. The one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whats your opinion on Alvin &amp;amp; the&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who are they? Some band or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever said the n-word to a black&lt;br /&gt;person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes. My classmate. She taught me the niggah thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What're you doing tomorrow around&lt;br /&gt;10:00 a.m.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;accompanying my mum on her errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like writing in cursive or&lt;br /&gt;print, better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PRINT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite reality TV Show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deal or no deal. Where I get to check the hot babes carrying the suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the most annoying noise in&lt;br /&gt;the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the aunties at the coffee shop who met up on a routine to gossip about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do the speakers on your computer&lt;br /&gt;work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever written in wet&lt;br /&gt;cement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nope. And I don’t wish to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever worn your underwear backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;without realizing it, yes. *shys away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Anyone in your family died from&lt;br /&gt;lung cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Jelly Belly flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ever shopped for shoes online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are your grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad to worst. Dropping each semester. HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's always on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;music and chicks of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't you just HATE George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad bush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you follow your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;religiously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no. I don’t believe in such stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you go running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not at all for this year. The lazy bones refuse to cooperate with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are You Thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at the moment, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Ever played Grand Theft Auto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like the person you copied&lt;br /&gt;this survey from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t know. This is not brokeback mountain ya noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you get an allowance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes of course. A pathetic one in precision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you a bitch...be truthful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*laughs* of course I am! You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. 50 Cent shows up at your door,&lt;br /&gt;what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get rich or die trying big boy. You just lose to kanye west. What a pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you killed a bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’ll pretend this question does not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is your pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I do not have a pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite childhood game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;catching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When's the last time you had a&lt;br /&gt;slurpee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eons ago. How would I remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you look through your old&lt;br /&gt;yearbooks a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah baby! Memories that are playing like a film I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What are you dreading right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my mother for switching off the modem and pissing me off. f****!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever painted a room in&lt;br /&gt;your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Keeping any secrets right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What CD's in your stereo right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;james blunt lastest album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who comments you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;plenty! Think the fat controversy and you will know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Is your basement dusty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m not a rich kid. No basement. Toilet bowl you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ever witnessed a hit &amp;amp; run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no. I’ll be traumatized I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What do you do when you're bored&lt;br /&gt;at school/college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What's the last household object&lt;br /&gt;you broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can’t remember. *feigns guilty*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Does whatever happened in Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;really stay in Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ever been to a football game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never in my life yo. I wonder why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Ever liked someone so much it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kind of. No further details shall I dissipate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Regret anything in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;life is full of regrets. So, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What happened to "Forever" in&lt;br /&gt;relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry peepo out there. Nothing last forever. Leave with it will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. When's the last time you looked in&lt;br /&gt;the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in the afternoon!&lt;br /&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/3098506814235906056-2734635198736665093?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2734635198736665093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=2734635198736665093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2734635198736665093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2734635198736665093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-promised-heres-quiz-i-did.html' title='that thing you do'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8944554108207604655</id><published>2007-09-18T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:58:40.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in your time of need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="316"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2wya1bh99veRplb2h"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2wya1bh99veRplb2h" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="316" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x306j5_sean-kingston-me-love_music"&gt;Sean Kingston - Me Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Alisvideo"&gt;Alisvideo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me go gaga over certain things whenever i hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel like, i'm drowning in the ocean somebody come and take me away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day spent staring into the computer, clicking the remote control aggressively hoping there's a nice reality or drama comedy to watch, only to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;i ought to get out of the house man.&lt;br /&gt;cooping myself in a place where i call home is not a good option.&lt;br /&gt;the father has been nagging all day.&lt;br /&gt;his stand was that the sibling and i have been using the computer for 6 hours, watching the television for another 6 hours, 3 hours to eat sleep and do other stuff while the remaining, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;how exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;i simply find it irksome when he goes on and on saying stuff that are untrue.&lt;br /&gt;gees. i totally loathe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the night, it was my mother's turn to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;i was on the internet and she told me she will off the modem at 11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;time slipped away so quickly that i did not even realised it was already 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, i lost connection.&lt;br /&gt;what's more, i was talking to munirah about her worries.&lt;br /&gt;damn it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i get angry easily these days.&lt;br /&gt;even over trivial matters like the aforementioned.&lt;br /&gt;something is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling my friends it's not worthy to get angry over small matters when i'm doing it myself.&lt;br /&gt;yikes, i need to do some soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i end up doing a quiz on ms word.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the completed quiz soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8944554108207604655?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8944554108207604655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8944554108207604655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8944554108207604655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8944554108207604655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-your-time-of-need.html' title='in your time of need'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-2158355188501786855</id><published>2007-09-17T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:44:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not the easiest person to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ru-LD2UqRwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AFSP5vnZytI/s1600-h/BORED_by_ashlyn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ru-LD2UqRwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AFSP5vnZytI/s320/BORED_by_ashlyn.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111457000326842114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a day in stagnation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's easy for one to feel bored when you idle the entire day at home, facing the four walls, stucked with just the computer, the internet, with not much variety shows on the television and having said that, only to seek refuge in this website we call youtube, one would often wonder what is next in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too kept my side of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;it's a rest day for yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;and it's also a day for my fellow mates who had to drag their lazy bones out of bed to report to school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about the people in republic poly of course.&lt;br /&gt;( oh, please do not take it as something ludicrous for which you might think i'm trying to say something sarcastic. )&lt;br /&gt;i was home alone all day facing this laptop of mine, surfing youtube, reading blogs, chatting with some friends over msn yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;you would have guess how mundane life has been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sister even made a trip down to the hawker centre and bought me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;thank you my dear beloved younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;although you may have poked fun at me for taking too much space in the car and you had to bear with the discomfort while on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;( because of the fat spongy thing that shakes about when i walk, protruding from the back of course. )&lt;br /&gt;think your ass and you will comprehend all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i also mention i watched the entire high school musical 2 on youtube?&lt;br /&gt;although i've already got the blurred version of the movie on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;it was split into 12 parts and i've waste my life ogling at the big boobs of vanessa hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;( she was in the media for her naked photos. the belief? it was for her boyfriend. rumours say she might not appear in the next installment of hsm. )&lt;br /&gt;indulging in the hot bod zac effron had and smiling from ear to ear with ashley tisdale's cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,  check out the videos below.&lt;br /&gt;the trailers for 2 movies that will be hitting the screens pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNm85Vt5qTY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNm85Vt5qTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDERDOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRJrxViaRLI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRJrxViaRLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to start using the movie vouchers that has been residing in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;time to clear the dust and make it look spick and span again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3098506814235906056-2158355188501786855?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2158355188501786855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=2158355188501786855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2158355188501786855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2158355188501786855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-easiet-person-to-love.html' title='i&apos;m not the easiest person to love'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ru-LD2UqRwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AFSP5vnZytI/s72-c/BORED_by_ashlyn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8570869049643978814</id><published>2007-09-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:26:28.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where jubilance resound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just as i've thought standing at one corner, giving away flyers was nuts, and it was easy money to make.&lt;br /&gt;( the company i'm attached too is paying 250 flat for three days itself. )&lt;br /&gt;and i heard the competitor paid their workers 12 bucks!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to felicia my darling once again for this job!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was never easy i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;i had to bear with the kiasu-ness of singaporeans for asking more than a bag when they have already gotten it, the aches all over the body etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the repercussions for the past three days at work -&lt;br /&gt;body aches and a throat that becomes sore and dry overtime due to the depletion of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it was a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;skiving behind the backstage, shoving the flyers down the dustbin, walking past the coke booth to get a complimentary bottle of coke to quench my thirst, running to the toilet now and then just to give the legs a rest, working on the poo poo in the toilet, rolling the eyes at our competitor, sing-a-long sessions, meeting new people and so on and so fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we roll along so easily.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, i've got your back and you've got mine kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;( except that the shy disposition in me when meeting friends took over a couple of times. )&lt;br /&gt;i was quiet among the lot.&lt;br /&gt;having a trapped sense of elation, laughing my guts out at the silly jokes the company made.&lt;br /&gt;it was absolutely endearing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and tricia was been the mean one trying to let the cat out of the bag to edric.&lt;br /&gt;that woman.&lt;br /&gt;she ought to get a spank from me.&lt;br /&gt;how dare you tell people i skipped lectures and have a mio tv.&lt;br /&gt;( let's not go too much details into that shall we? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at the natas fair was truly an experience.&lt;br /&gt;edric had 4 eye candies and we even followed them closely one by one.&lt;br /&gt;he even camwhored and kept talking to me about his biceps.&lt;br /&gt;that stupid biatch.&lt;br /&gt;he even issue me a warning, saying my dirty secrets ( not that dirty anyway. ) would be on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;read my words.&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare try man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, with all said and done, i'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;oh my much awaited sleep! here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8570869049643978814?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8570869049643978814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8570869049643978814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8570869049643978814'/><link 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulhSGUqRvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AaoS4XZ3F2I/s1600-h/Bitchy_by_girlchakra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulhSGUqRvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AaoS4XZ3F2I/s320/Bitchy_by_girlchakra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109722215791347442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.04am and i remembered something i forgot to mention in my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to bitch about a particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;it's not someone whom i'm close to.&lt;br /&gt;nor do you know HER well.&lt;br /&gt;it's someone whose identity shall be hidden in obscurity.&lt;br /&gt;don't try deciphering who is she.&lt;br /&gt;try and you will be left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;see you at the flip side though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, on with the story and less with the crap.&lt;br /&gt;so i was waiting for my friend the day before.&lt;br /&gt;and we happened to bump into this girl whom my friend know and she was my sibling's friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;alongside her was her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;the moment she saw me, she waved hello and being polite, i waved back.&lt;br /&gt;and then, it occurred in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;she came up to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"you have grown fatter you know? your sibling is thinner. "&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, "yeah, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;when in actuality, deep down, i was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;fiery striked and i wanted to retort.&lt;br /&gt;i resisted and she got away.&lt;br /&gt;and i told myself, she's gonna be on this blog of mine, that silly old goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;let's snap into reality shall we?&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm fat and this is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;( oh, read it like it rhymes. )&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to tell me i've grown fatter cause i know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;before you say i'm petty, ignorant, or go, "it's okay la. don't think too much about it",&lt;br /&gt;i would like to clarify that this isn't the first time she has burst that bubble of mine.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if she went around telling people but, one thing i'm aware of was that, she tell on my friend on how my sibling cried when she slapped in back in secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;like, hello?&lt;br /&gt;who the fucking hell do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;you should really keep your hands to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see any reason why a slap was issued.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed because she said it in front of my friend and her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;being blunt and direct, she did not spare a thought for my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;imagine how embarrassed i was and how humiliated i felt.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;i could have offer her a loud hailer.&lt;br /&gt;she might as well announce it to the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what your boyfriend sees in you.&lt;br /&gt;wait till he finds out your not a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, i know some of your dirty little secrets.&lt;br /&gt;there is no need to shy away as such.&lt;br /&gt;being deceitful is not an option woman.&lt;br /&gt;live with that fact will yeah?&lt;br /&gt;besides, you change boyfriend like your on a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;you like it, you buy it.&lt;br /&gt;similarly, you like it, you change it.&lt;br /&gt;what a whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry GOD.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for this post.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this in a bitch fit.&lt;br /&gt;i felt the need to release my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;it's no biggie, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've let it all out, it's time to head for the sack.&lt;br /&gt;work in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;meeting edric at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;hope we will be on time yo!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1166990852855260887?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1166990852855260887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulhSGUqRvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AaoS4XZ3F2I/s72-c/Bitchy_by_girlchakra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-3696005074582912418</id><published>2007-09-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:36:08.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleed it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulYzWUqRuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XBVWzQLsq8c/s1600-h/BORED_by_doctor_pepper_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulYzWUqRuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XBVWzQLsq8c/s320/BORED_by_doctor_pepper_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109712891417347810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i don't need you, why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time seems to crawl lately.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tuning into the muttons at midnight online right now.&lt;br /&gt;they rock my socks la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure nad would nod in agreement in this.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an earth quake and many felt the tremors.&lt;br /&gt;i had a splitting headache instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a stay home thursday for me.&lt;br /&gt;with no work and no income, where else do you expect me to be?&lt;br /&gt;met mummy for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;saw nigel, jerome and sanjiv at central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be working at the NATAS fair for the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon i won't have time to sit and stare into the computer like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to squeeze a post if i can yeah?&lt;br /&gt;to keep my faithful readers entertained.&lt;br /&gt;although there is not much entertainment here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised a decline in tags.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the tags PEEPO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got the urge to hand up my boots and stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why and how.&lt;br /&gt;but, i felt like i should.&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-3696005074582912418?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3696005074582912418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=3696005074582912418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3696005074582912418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3696005074582912418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleed-it-out.html' title='bleed it out'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulYzWUqRuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XBVWzQLsq8c/s72-c/BORED_by_doctor_pepper_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-459246509984704237</id><published>2007-09-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:13:43.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I was living a lie, but I won't fall for it next time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulMZmUqRtI/AAAAAAAAAbs/vw73v-Wrx1Q/s1600-h/alfredeactcuter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulMZmUqRtI/AAAAAAAAAbs/vw73v-Wrx1Q/s320/alfredeactcuter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109699254896182994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been wandering here for days, disconnected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in search for new air to breathe in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do away with the current mood and current earworm shall we?&lt;br /&gt;personally, i myself feel it's a waste of space.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, it's so common these days.&lt;br /&gt;think live journal and you will comprehend what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above picture as you can see was edited by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;it was taken yesterday at IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;being narcissistic, i ran to the mirror, whipped out my fone, and "clicked" went the camera.&lt;br /&gt;tell me i'm gorgeous and i'll love you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met damian at hougang today.&lt;br /&gt;passed him the two notebooks he requested before rushing back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i went again, out and about to meet edric.&lt;br /&gt;we were late for our job briefing.&lt;br /&gt;( for the record, i was the one who inform him i'll be late. )&lt;br /&gt;boy, there were many others who will be working at the NATAS fair this coming friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked our way to the esplanade, went past fullerton hotel and then to marina square.&lt;br /&gt;took bus 56 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also astonished to receive an sms from temasek regarding my exam results.&lt;br /&gt;well folks, THANK GOD i do not have any supp papers to sit for.&lt;br /&gt;curious about my GPA ain't you?&lt;br /&gt;because i'm nice, i shall share.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i attained a GPA of 2.62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can jolly well wave a BIG goodbye to uni man.&lt;br /&gt;never have i ever reached a minimal of 3.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugged*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was next.&lt;br /&gt;got home and realised my phone was faulty.&lt;br /&gt;when i make a call, i could not hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;only when i turn on my loud speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to have a new phone i say.&lt;br /&gt;mummy said i can only change it in march next year.&lt;br /&gt;well, i can wait.&lt;br /&gt;and this time round, i've settled on a sony ericsson phone.&lt;br /&gt;nokia sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;you would have to agree with me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-459246509984704237?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/459246509984704237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=459246509984704237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/459246509984704237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/459246509984704237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-i-was-living-lie-but-i-wont-fall.html' title='and I was living a lie, but I won&apos;t fall for it next time'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RulMZmUqRtI/AAAAAAAAAbs/vw73v-Wrx1Q/s72-c/alfredeactcuter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4709397797499659609</id><published>2007-09-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:40:27.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sudden gush of euphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.punkymoods.net/" title="Punkymoods (Unkymoods redux): Showcase your current mood"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.punkymoods.net/mood.php?userid=8140" alt="My Unkymood Punkymood (Unkymoods)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current song i'm singing la la las to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story - Kathering Mcphee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is how it ends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had pasta for dinner yesterday, the sibling and i went on down to united square and picked my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;we proceed to pasta mania and had creamy chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RubCtxdMBFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n66aL7n377Y/s1600-h/Image000_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RubCtxdMBFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n66aL7n377Y/s320/Image000_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108984918924067922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a wonderful monday.&lt;br /&gt;mornings were spent at ikea tampines with mummy and sibling.&lt;br /&gt;and then it's off to the hospital to visit my paternal grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, i went and register for my basic theory test.&lt;br /&gt;yes, like finally eh?&lt;br /&gt;after so long, saying and not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get my license yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4709397797499659609?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4709397797499659609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4709397797499659609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4709397797499659609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4709397797499659609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/sudden-gush-of-euphoria.html' title='a sudden gush of euphoria'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RubCtxdMBFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/n66aL7n377Y/s72-c/Image000_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4576144092464078368</id><published>2007-09-10T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:02:21.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undiscovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;song for the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Love - Sean  Kingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems like yesterday i didnt know how hard i could cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it feels like tomorrow i may not get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i will try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will try wipe the tears from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life without a temporary job this holiday sucks.&lt;br /&gt;not when your on a long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;it's like your walking down the streets aimlessly,&lt;br /&gt;and having loss your sense of direction, not knowing how to carry on thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking out the newspapers for temp jobs right now and nothing seems to appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say i'm fussy.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike sales-related kinda jobs.&lt;br /&gt;why? easy.&lt;br /&gt;i dread introducing a particular product to a consumer who shows no interest at all.&lt;br /&gt;of course, such an occurance is inevitable when dealing with sales.&lt;br /&gt;and that is why i prefer so much of office work.&lt;br /&gt;dueling with administration and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a heavy head today.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast with mummy and sibling&lt;br /&gt;and that's roughly how my day has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back home, stay glued to the television for a few moments and it's to the computer i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was chilling as the resounding pitter patter of the rain left tingling in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;a nice and cool weather to sleep in for many,&lt;br /&gt;but for my case, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would be the plan for the rest of my monday?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea myself.&lt;br /&gt;go with the flow would be a wise choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's time i put aside all procrastinations and start working on those things i desire during this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this marks the end of my post for today.&lt;br /&gt;till then, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4576144092464078368?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4576144092464078368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4576144092464078368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4576144092464078368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4576144092464078368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/undiscovered.html' title='undiscovered'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-1580013473113424094</id><published>2007-09-09T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:03:31.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>health is wealth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;GROGGY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;song for the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTmPhdMBEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vbIlrsAfUo8/s1600-h/redjumpsuitapparatus_dontfake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTmPhdMBEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vbIlrsAfUo8/s320/redjumpsuitapparatus_dontfake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108461031698203714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jump Suit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe your in disguise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time i adopt a new style of writing my blog entires.&lt;br /&gt;with the insertion of my current mood and the music i consider somewhat a earworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in a dazed.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i try to recall what i've dreamt of the previous night, the mind went blank in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that elusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy those who could recall vividly what their dreams were about.&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was absolutely adoring?&lt;br /&gt;the paradise band was in town to rock the max pavilion with worship songs.&lt;br /&gt;plus, the sermon was about health.&lt;br /&gt;it hit me hard in the face.&lt;br /&gt;time to lead a healthy lifestyle i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i sat down in the comfort of my sofa and watched bruce almighty before i hit the com all the way till 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, as you see, the eyes could not hold on any longer.&lt;br /&gt;gees, it's time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1580013473113424094?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbrhdMBDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6EVyf1R_ZKI/s1600-h/Image038_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbrhdMBDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6EVyf1R_ZKI/s320/Image038_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108449418106635314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;does it look gay on me?&lt;br /&gt;is it too feminine for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;well, please tag me with you constructive comments will ya?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother, sibling and i went to watch the home song stories in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;it was a story filled with false pretence.&lt;br /&gt;ironically, it was a plot filled with lukewarm.&lt;br /&gt;the depiction of a mother's anguish based on a true story.&lt;br /&gt;i felt it shouldn't have gotten a M18 rating.&lt;br /&gt;there were no nude scene.&lt;br /&gt;except some sex scenes concealed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;well, if you are a big QI YU WU fan, you wouldn't mind admiring his topless body on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had his body DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, i forgot to include in my post that the sister brought home donuts!&lt;br /&gt;from DONUT FACTORY of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTa5RdMBAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/wNLaSUjDPMU/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTa5RdMBAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/wNLaSUjDPMU/s320/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108448554818208770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the aforementioned, 2 lovely ladies owe me donuts.&lt;br /&gt;there is no name for me to input names.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure it's glaringly blatant who are the two.&lt;br /&gt;*winked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbARdMBBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4FxexiPsKiA/s1600-h/Image037_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbARdMBBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4FxexiPsKiA/s320/Image037_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108448675077293074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there lies the box of donuts waiting for the greedy monster's, a.k.a me, attack.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, this is oh-so-great.&lt;br /&gt;*salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbjxdMBCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MvWAuOGfBkI/s1600-h/Image011_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbjxdMBCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MvWAuOGfBkI/s320/Image011_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108449284962649122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm donut-obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i head on down to my grandmother's house for my cousin's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call from lin and matthew.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;we gotta meet up okay?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm still contemplating to watch HSM 2 at nad's house.&lt;br /&gt;with regards to that he-who-thinks-his-hot supermodel ONG who has work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1300208018361716271?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1300208018361716271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=1300208018361716271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1300208018361716271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1300208018361716271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturdays-night-fever.html' title='saturday&apos;s night fever'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTbrhdMBDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6EVyf1R_ZKI/s72-c/Image038_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-3460019537860055329</id><published>2007-09-07T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:22:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tainted love, those childhood memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuDvIRdMA8I/AAAAAAAAAac/jmEnxL3r1D4/s1600-h/sun_by_werol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuDvIRdMA8I/AAAAAAAAAac/jmEnxL3r1D4/s320/sun_by_werol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107344902841959362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the scorching hot sun wore on as time passed on in an indecent haste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward, and before you know it, the weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;it's a FRIDAY people!&lt;br /&gt;time to be laid back, relax and enjoy the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with the potter book.&lt;br /&gt;household chores were the next thing i had to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;followed by brunch ( breakfast cum lunch ) with the family.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am typing this mundane post, trying to conjure something that i could to make perk up my monotonous life.&lt;br /&gt;things have been stale the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its got to do with me slothing my time away.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna head on down to vivo for evan almighty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blast this weekend will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPENDUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTQ6RdMA_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/IQM3fvvs-ZY/s1600-h/evanalmighty2007prev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuTQ6RdMA_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/IQM3fvvs-ZY/s320/evanalmighty2007prev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108437576881800178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;despite earning bad reviews from magazines and newspaper, i sailed to vivo and met up with the churchies for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my respond?&lt;br /&gt;set aside your Jim Carrey expectations and you may enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film delivers on story, on character, on relationships. It has an element of  menace and anticipation. It has funny stuff and it has heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, you should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now folks, how to change the world?&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;CT of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ANDOM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;INDNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-R-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-3460019537860055329?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3460019537860055329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=3460019537860055329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3460019537860055329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3460019537860055329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/tainted-love-those-childhood-memories.html' title='tainted love, those childhood memories'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuDvIRdMA8I/AAAAAAAAAac/jmEnxL3r1D4/s72-c/sun_by_werol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5496966490938190805</id><published>2007-09-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:30:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the voice within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuDuZxdMA7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ttHCbgVx8B0/s1600-h/The_Voice_Within_by_shancus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuDuZxdMA7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ttHCbgVx8B0/s320/The_Voice_Within_by_shancus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107344103978042290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then you will find the strength that will guide your way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just trust the voice within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song that has become somewhat a earworm to me.&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, i-tunes shuffled and played this song today.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to my beloved one baby!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT UP MY FELLOW PEEPO.&lt;br /&gt;thursday couldn't have been better i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;despite lazing around, building castles in the air,&lt;br /&gt;i manage to keep dear mummy company as she dropped by the skin centre for a check up.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i had my potter book for company.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on my way to completion of the final book.&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the deathly hollows of course.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i had taken into interest with potter out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;it is so unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i fell asleep mid way while reading.&lt;br /&gt;tugged in an air condition room while awaiting for my mother's turn to visit the docs, she too got herself a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was next and then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job!&lt;br /&gt;i dislike staying at home idling and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;so say i was a busy man.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;oh, thank you charis for the job offer.&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has been confirmed that i'm going shanghai with dearest muummy.&lt;br /&gt;seems to me it would be a 9 day, 8 nights kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;what's more, the sibling is staying put in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;OOH LA LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note to self: no supp paper please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5496966490938190805?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuEa9xdMA-I/AAAAAAAAAas/LKgSt3iqifA/s320/Hairspray_Soundtrack_Contest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107393100964955106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a list of songs that couldn't make the, ahem, cut for the soundtrack to the musical movie starring John Travolta as a fat Ah Soh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I Spray Or Should I Blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Highlight My Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, All I Need is The Hair That I Tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footmousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I Trimmed It Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Aint No Rollerback Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Girls Don't Dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Clumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curl You Know It's Goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spraying aHive ( Spraying aHive, ah-ah-ah-ah, Spraying aHiiiiiiive...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but to roll on the floor and laugh my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;the above was ripped from the mag, 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to you guys for making my day yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7429919969750428954?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7429919969750428954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7429919969750428954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7429919969750428954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7429919969750428954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-page.html' title='the last page'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuEa9xdMA-I/AAAAAAAAAas/LKgSt3iqifA/s72-c/Hairspray_Soundtrack_Contest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-1654560988617912901</id><published>2007-09-04T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:27:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish time would stand still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes, i wish time would stand still.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that days in bangkok are outnumbered, i succumbed to i-miss-bangkok-aplenty when we depart from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;upon arrival at changi airport, the very first person i thought of was mummy.&lt;br /&gt;call me a mummy's boy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure every child has this unbreakable bond between the parent and the kid.&lt;br /&gt;mummy would always be the one a child would run to when trouble brews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hello PEPPO.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly is back from bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, all i yearned for is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;jet lag maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back to update this space.&lt;br /&gt;watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1654560988617912901?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-1101028737702167744</id><published>2007-09-01T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:03:03.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soaring, flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what up PEEPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming to you "live" from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;this computer that i'm making use of is definitely not alfred friendly.&lt;br /&gt;the keyboard sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it feels as though your pressing on some wet cement.&lt;br /&gt;yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just a few minutes, i, alfred THE GREAT shall depart for my long-awaited, much-sought short getaway to bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;there would not be any shopping trips though.&lt;br /&gt;( yes, you may say it's gonna be bored. but i look at it at a different perspective yanno. )&lt;br /&gt;i'm tagging along together with my aunty ( who is on a business trip ) and my cousins who are somewhat mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright it's time for me to end this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;miss me will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!&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/3098506814235906056-1101028737702167744?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1101028737702167744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=1101028737702167744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1101028737702167744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1101028737702167744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/09/soaring-flying.html' title='soaring, flying'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-3467547995430253531</id><published>2007-08-31T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:52:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny as it seems,  you are a beautiful seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having gone through the torment to be disciplined and mug my ass off for the on coming exams,&lt;br /&gt;i mus say, i am glad all is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY, IT'S OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heaves a sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;time to play hard now that i've work hard for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of playing hard, i'll be in bangkok tomorrow all the way till the 4th of september!&lt;br /&gt;BANGKOK! here i come.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's rewind and see how i have survived the ordeal shall we.&lt;br /&gt;here's what i can recall.&lt;br /&gt;the rest are just simply vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i watched PLENTY of television shows. ( you can't expect me to stay put, do you? )&lt;br /&gt;- i feast alot. ( when the going is tough, the tough goes for a feast. )&lt;br /&gt;- i finished reading order of the phoenix and half blood prince ( i can't believe i had time to read books yannoe. )&lt;br /&gt;- i kept away from the computer ( even though i was tempted to on )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, the much awaited long holiday is here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;YIPEE!&lt;br /&gt;my last paper was today and i left straight home as i was meeting my fellow march babies.&lt;br /&gt;namely, cassandra and edric.&lt;br /&gt;we watched secret directed by jay chou.&lt;br /&gt;a story plot with a twist and will only reside in the reel life.&lt;br /&gt;you should catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we head onto heeren and had SAKAE for lunch cum dinner!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;i've been having frequent cravings for SAKAE and i can't believe we went today.&lt;br /&gt;*flashes wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuEQLRdMA9I/AAAAAAAAAak/SKh1X-PcM-Y/s1600-h/Image030_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuEQLRdMA9I/AAAAAAAAAak/SKh1X-PcM-Y/s320/Image030_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107381238265283538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cassandra. edric. alfred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE MARCH BABIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to swim to the ocean of dream peepo!&lt;br /&gt;goody night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-3467547995430253531?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3467547995430253531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=3467547995430253531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3467547995430253531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3467547995430253531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/tiny-as-it-seems-you-are-beautiful-seed.html' title='tiny as it seems,  you are a beautiful seed'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RuEQLRdMA9I/AAAAAAAAAak/SKh1X-PcM-Y/s72-c/Image030_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6933859443969841214</id><published>2007-08-22T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:29:42.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going to hold you in my arms when you cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsvDR9JraKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ba085vWmISY/s1600-h/Bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsvDR9JraKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ba085vWmISY/s320/Bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101385716167567522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who dosen't get bored of waiting?&lt;br /&gt;don't you get bored waiting for friends who take their own sweet time, knowing that they are already late?&lt;br /&gt;well, sometimes, i do make my friend wait too.&lt;br /&gt;*looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madchelle! another quiz for you.&lt;br /&gt;do it!&lt;br /&gt;*sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;and you owe me DONUTS.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, what love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news,&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself, from today onwards,&lt;br /&gt;i shall not touch my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY SMART PEEPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO I SAY GOODBYE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, be ready to smell me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 31st of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6933859443969841214?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6933859443969841214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6933859443969841214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6933859443969841214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6933859443969841214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-to-hold-you-in-my-arms-when.html' title='i&apos;m going to hold you in my arms when you cry'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsvDR9JraKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ba085vWmISY/s72-c/Bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-873540431596272089</id><published>2007-08-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:59:44.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm addicted to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS - ANSWER AT YOUR OWN RISK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Your ex and you&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;had sex last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maroon 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get on with my mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HONGKONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chip cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why i'm still single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have lost my respect for&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloody uncouth people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I last ate&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fried noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.The meaning of my display name is&lt;br /&gt;*  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a song from HSM ost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. God&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is GOOD all the TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Someday&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will make it big as a radio deejay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always remember&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13th March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Love seems to&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be be missing in my life right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never ever want to lose&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My Friendster is&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Tomorrow I will&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STUDY LA. exams coming yanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed when&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I get accused or maligned for something I have never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no. studies is what i care about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Simple kisses&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;may ignite sparks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Today I’m&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna mug my guts out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I wish&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I could fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS YOUR / ARE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. is your hair wet?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. is your cell phone right by you?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on my table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. are you wearing chap stick?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. are you wearing pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mad about you maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. are you upset?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Recently done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-pause- let me think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. ever stuck gum under a desk?:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. ever kicked someone?:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like, DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. ever tripped over your own feet?:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES. Stupid I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. cursed?:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO. not for the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. have you gotten mad at someone?:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;glaringly blatant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. person who is on your mind right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMMA WATSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 sons and a daughter. That’s the minimum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. do you untie your shoes every time&lt;br /&gt;you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nah, what a waste of my precious time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES. It’s super duper neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. are your toenails painted?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah. I go for pedicure twice a week man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. whose bed other than yours do you&lt;br /&gt;sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my bed is the BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m naked. Wanna get horny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. what were you doing at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. I cant wait for&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3098506814235906056-873540431596272089?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/873540431596272089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=873540431596272089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/873540431596272089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/873540431596272089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-addicted-to-you.html' title='i&apos;m addicted to you'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6011947047681145919</id><published>2007-08-21T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:00:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put the records on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsuy79JraJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cFt2aT1bZOQ/s1600-h/47951191_692f24fcdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsuy79JraJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cFt2aT1bZOQ/s320/47951191_692f24fcdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101367746024401042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your just like a thorn in the flesh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon i've got to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, the mood is not right.&lt;br /&gt;the lack of motivation coupled with distractions,&lt;br /&gt;this ain't a fruitful day i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up up 9am,&lt;br /&gt;on with the usual tuesday's housework before mugging commences.&lt;br /&gt;within minutes, i felt like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and the potter book was a major hurdle i have to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;i deviate and end up reading harry potter and the order.&lt;br /&gt;TV was next and then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;if this goes on, i could jolly flung my papers.&lt;br /&gt;NO NO. i need motivation.&lt;br /&gt;the bangkok trip after exams would be one.&lt;br /&gt;the meet up with the fellow biatches would be another.&lt;br /&gt;what else can be mo motivation?&lt;br /&gt;YES. m-o-v-i-e-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of MOVIES,&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of movies i wanna catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disturbia&lt;br /&gt;- Rush Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;- 881&lt;br /&gt;- Licensed To Wed&lt;br /&gt;-Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to drown myself with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUY HARD PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6011947047681145919?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6011947047681145919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6011947047681145919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6011947047681145919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6011947047681145919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/put-records-on.html' title='put the records on'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsuy79JraJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cFt2aT1bZOQ/s72-c/47951191_692f24fcdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4704625788595246753</id><published>2007-08-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:09:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know i love blogging, don't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsk8gNJraII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0XRC7NyJmYk/s1600-h/sleeping_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsk8gNJraII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0XRC7NyJmYk/s320/sleeping_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100674576957532290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you once made skies as pretty as roses, until i watched them wither and die;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ulcer near the mouth area is hurting oh-so-bad.&lt;br /&gt;excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;it feels as though i have undergone castration.&lt;br /&gt;yuck isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain made my monday!&lt;br /&gt;just when i wanted to enjoy a cool breeze, on came the rustling of leaves and then, TA-DAA! the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall officially start my revision.&lt;br /&gt;before time slips away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay nice and smelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GOOD MONDAY to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4704625788595246753?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4704625788595246753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4704625788595246753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4704625788595246753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4704625788595246753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-love-blogging-dont-you.html' title='you know i love blogging, don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsk8gNJraII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0XRC7NyJmYk/s72-c/sleeping_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-593797713488869231</id><published>2007-08-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:16:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye school, hello exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsgy7tJraGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OT4QkZuSFtE/s1600-h/on-hiatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsgy7tJraGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OT4QkZuSFtE/s320/on-hiatus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100382579310946402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's put it this way shall we?&lt;br /&gt;to me, school's over.&lt;br /&gt;but, EXAMS are just round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;and i've no qualms about confessing that i have not started my revision.&lt;br /&gt;* more sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. the cats and dogs not only came. gooses and muttons dropped by too.&lt;br /&gt;the entire day, the rain was pouring effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what ploy the weatherman had deployed.&lt;br /&gt;something seems fishy.&lt;br /&gt;for consecutive weekend, it was raining like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has been fine.&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping alot, watched TV, use the com.&lt;br /&gt;nothing concrete has been done.&lt;br /&gt;this definitely shall not go on.&lt;br /&gt;i shall make an effort to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;starting from tomorrow, this blog will go on a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;HIATUS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsg0fdJraHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uN0-ZShOzD0/s1600-h/hiatus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsg0fdJraHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uN0-ZShOzD0/s320/hiatus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100384293002897522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will continue the daily updates when i'm done with exams.&lt;br /&gt;of course, knowing yours truly so well, i'll come by now and then and whip up a post on this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall head on outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST FOR EXAMS MY FELLOW SCHOOL MATES.&lt;br /&gt;oh, not forgetting, the dear ones who are currently fighting the exam blues.&lt;br /&gt;go easy on them people, and of course, give it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-593797713488869231?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/593797713488869231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=593797713488869231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/593797713488869231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/593797713488869231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-school-hello-exams.html' title='goodbye school, hello exams'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rsgy7tJraGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OT4QkZuSFtE/s72-c/on-hiatus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-264862283046525942</id><published>2007-08-19T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:12:58.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>into oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a story to tell;&lt;br /&gt;take time to appreciate the contents below.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Jasmine are sitting alone in the park one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so... All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left in this world without any special person in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yup I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days and you will be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan in fact i don't have anything to do for the following weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watch their first movie and they both were touched in a romantic film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach and had a picnic.Daniel and Jasmine had their quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 12:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they rode on a Horror House. Jasmine was scared and she touched Daniel's hand but she touched someone else's hand and they both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said: "My darlings, please don't waste the time of your life. Spend the rest of your time together happily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tears flow out from the teller's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor.Jasmine mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 28:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat on the bus and because of a bumby road Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY 29:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:37pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Daniel sat in the park where they first decided to play this game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine.Do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one. I'll just go down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Apple Juice that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later. A stranger approached Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Why yes? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel and he is critical in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11:57pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We found this in Daniel's pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine reads the letter and it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jasmine, This past few days, i realized you are a really cute girl and i am really falling for you..Your cherished smile. You were everything when we played this game.Before this game would end I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life. I love you Jasmine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine crumples the paper and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel ! I don't want you to die. I love you! Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something? I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don't leave me Daniel, I love you! You cannot do this to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved ones and show them how you feel before it is too late. You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion and love to your loved ones, today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them while they are still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-264862283046525942?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/264862283046525942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=264862283046525942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/264862283046525942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/264862283046525942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/into-oblivion.html' title='into oblivion'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5724983356488263750</id><published>2007-08-19T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:13:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i could describe this in just one word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's a one word quiz i found over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;you can only answer the questions in JUST one word.&lt;br /&gt;madchelle! i tag you to do this.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, to anybody who is interested.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz is not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone ?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;neat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bandung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your pet?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fears?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did you hang out last night?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What youre not good at?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;courting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Eyebrow rings on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;singapura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What arent you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The website GoofyAuctions.com (filled with eBay spoofs)?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grouchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mercs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sizzling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Why did you cry?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&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/3098506814235906056-5724983356488263750?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5724983356488263750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5724983356488263750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5724983356488263750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5724983356488263750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-only-i-could-describe-this-in-just.html' title='if only i could describe this in just one word'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5476955977725357302</id><published>2007-08-18T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:37:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if that's okay with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reasons for being a good day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had a hair cut. felt so refreshed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- met a bunch of mediacorp artiste at toa payoh today. namely, the oh-so-tall joanne peh. she's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- changed my blog song to my current orgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- manage to submit my unofficial assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reasons for being a bad day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i slept at 5am the previous night and woke up at an effing 8 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- exams are just round the corner and i have not started my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the throat is sore, the mouth has ulcers and pimples are finding its spot on my face. DAMN. this must be stress. i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not make up my mind if today was a good or bad day.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i shall do the WATSON's way.&lt;br /&gt;HEY! that rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY has been good?&lt;br /&gt;the aunty met the family and i for dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;food was surperb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot alot alot and you can go on counting.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP, i want you.&lt;br /&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going off to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Exg8tYyKUTE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Exg8tYyKUTE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5476955977725357302?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5476955977725357302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5476955977725357302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5476955977725357302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5476955977725357302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-thats-okay-with-you.html' title='if that&apos;s okay with you'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5895399361768869880</id><published>2007-08-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:35:31.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>along came love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got tagged to do this.&lt;br /&gt;madchelle! as promised.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. How tall are you barefoot? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;less then 1.8 definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Have you ever smoked? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Do you own a gun? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whatever for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Do you hate someone right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Do you get nervous? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES, very often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. What do you think of hotdogs? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They are HOT! just like the ones I own. ( think out of the box please )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. What’s your favorite Christmas song? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only Wish by Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whisky. I got the tendency to get HIGH in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. Can you do push ups? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course. I can do just 1 push up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMMA WASON. She’s my gem. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Do you like painkillers? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YEAH! i’m always bleeding inside. Need some relieve you noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Come on over, come on over baby! Let’s snuggle up in bed and do the THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Do you own a knife? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. I rob the elderly of their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;014. Do you have H.I.V? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Name 3 things you wanna do at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) SLEEP. I slept at freaking 5am the day before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(2) FEAST. When I’m stress, I eat a lot. Besdies, exams just round the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(3) STUDY. Exams just next week yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Name the last 3 things you have bought lately. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;headset, pens, condoms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Water, lemon baley and bandung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. What time did you wake up today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 something. What a silly question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. current worry? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Current hate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cockroaches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Favorite place to be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My bed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. Least favorite place to be?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; The toilet in the hawker centre. Effing smelly and dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. Where would you like to go? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AUSTRALIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. Do you own slippers? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, 2 pairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. Favorite color? BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. Would you like to be a pirate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. Last time you had an alcoholic drink? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That was eons ago. Red wine. (i dont fancy alcoholic drinks very much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. What songs do you sing in the shower? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bouncy bouncy smack smack, that thing you do and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dementors would suck my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. What’s in your pocket(s) right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ons of cash. Wanna rob me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. Last thing that made you laugh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUTTONS TO MIDNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. Last thing that made you cry? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Incidentally, I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. Worst injury you’ve ever had? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let’s not go into details about that shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Who is your loudest friend? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loudest friend? I would say the stuck up biatch. the You-know-who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Who is your most silent friend? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no freaking idea. This question so so dumb. Dum dum, give me some gum gum. heh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. Last movie watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Transformer! Speaking of movies, I have a whole list of movies I wanna catch. Who wants to be my company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. What is your favorite book? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dont have one in particular. i don’t read a lot these days. *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. What is your favorite chocolate? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hershey Cookies and Cream. ( oh, screw the spelling. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey there Delilah – Plain White T’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. What were you doing 12 AM last night? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was working on an unofficial assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. What was the first thing you did today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Switched on my computer and continue doing my unofficial assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. The day before yesterday? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was lying lazily somewhere in the house, sipping teh and having my prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5895399361768869880?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5895399361768869880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5895399361768869880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5895399361768869880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5895399361768869880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/along-came-love.html' title='along came love'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6760428167617342200</id><published>2007-08-17T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:45:01.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the music in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm back with 3 more music videos from youtube!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i rip. you got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be so cheapo eh?&lt;br /&gt;copying the codes from youtube, pasting it here in this space; and call this another one of my entry.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;what matters is you bother clicking the videos, checking them out.&lt;br /&gt;they are my favourites yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY YOUR STAY IN NEVER LAND!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0pswJvxgO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0pswJvxgO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq9ML-0HEsg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq9ML-0HEsg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, i have the hots for high school musical 2.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but the classmates and i happened to be talking about it, resulting with two of my classmates agreeing that it's a lame and kiddo show.&lt;br /&gt;i take a different view for them.&lt;br /&gt;don't you find the lyrics meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;accompanied with its melodious tune that sets us singing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to each his own i guess.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. it's 1.43 am.&lt;br /&gt;i better get going.&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping at 3am the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;GEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when lethargy sinks in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6760428167617342200?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6760428167617342200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6760428167617342200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6760428167617342200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6760428167617342200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-music-in-me.html' title='you are the music in me'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8615903868096512098</id><published>2007-08-16T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:05:15.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muttons to midnight is the sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's get all sexed up shall we?&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;you must be thinking, what the hell am i trying to say eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress out and you wish you had someone to vent your frustrations to?&lt;br /&gt;need somebody to put a big wide smile on your face?&lt;br /&gt;get a cuppa of MUTTONS TO MIDNIGHT TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RscBNtJraFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9S3liqnavQU/s1600-h/muttons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RscBNtJraFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9S3liqnavQU/s320/muttons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100046437990492242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they used to helm the morning show.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, i do miss them in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;where i burst out laughing my ass out in the bus with everyone fixing their eyes on me, in their mind thinking, psycho.&lt;br /&gt;the now- defuct muttons in the morning is now MUTTONS TO MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;and i gurantee you, once you have a shot tuning into the MUTTONS, you will yearn for more.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nad, i'm sure you will agree with me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUTTONS TO MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday has been GOOOOOOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;finally, i'm done with that mind boggling JAVA and database project!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;*heaves a sign of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let friday be here baby&lt;br /&gt;and i'm free from the dreadling datelines we have to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can you smell freedom is near?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8615903868096512098?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8615903868096512098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8615903868096512098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8615903868096512098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8615903868096512098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/muttons-to-midnight-is-sex.html' title='muttons to midnight is the sex'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RscBNtJraFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9S3liqnavQU/s72-c/muttons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4094585550792203064</id><published>2007-08-15T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:53:06.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really want to go on with another long post today.&lt;br /&gt;what's hindering me is the tons of report that i have to do and to make matters worse, the submission is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if you think i have been procrastinating, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is wrong with bloody friendster?&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to view my profile.&lt;br /&gt;are you guys encountering the same problem as i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i'm going to get really random right now.&lt;br /&gt;have you guys ever wonder what life is to you?&lt;br /&gt;how do you define life putting it simply.&lt;br /&gt;yes, we whine and complain how life sucks and stink all the time;&lt;br /&gt;how life is cruel, unfair and the list just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;ever thought what lies ahead in life for you? or perhaps you have this constant feeling that lingers,  "life is meaningless".&lt;br /&gt;but do we take time, think and appreciate what life has installed for us?&lt;br /&gt;with all the uncertainties, obstacles we meet day by day.&lt;br /&gt;and how difficult it is to pull through every hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's tribulation and trepidation can literally put you down.&lt;br /&gt;with a snap of a finger, you take a tumble and crumble.&lt;br /&gt;that is life for everyone of us i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, why am i blogging about life anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i choose to think about the littlest things that make life great,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tough life maybe, come what may, i'm sure i'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's time to get my ass out of here.&lt;br /&gt;reports reports reports, i'm coming to get ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4094585550792203064?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4094585550792203064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4094585550792203064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4094585550792203064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4094585550792203064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-agony.html' title='life&apos;s agony'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7191715941779732284</id><published>2007-08-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:27:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this , my friends, is what i call - the art of bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the tittle suggest, more or less, it is glaringly blatant that i'm going to bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously it is someone i'm feeling rather displeased with.&lt;br /&gt;not many of you know who SHE is.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, who would you have conjured?&lt;br /&gt;angelina jolie? nicole ritchie? how about paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;that would have prolly lifted your spirits huh?&lt;br /&gt;you bunch of kukunadens.&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, pardon me for this as i get into a bitch fit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to blog about a particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;and this particular someone is a HER.&lt;br /&gt;it spells, H-E-R.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother trying to decipher who the heck this woman is; who had the cheek to incur yours truly wrath.&lt;br /&gt;her name shall be hidden in obscruity.&lt;br /&gt;all for the name of protecting her identity.&lt;br /&gt;no, she's not a delinquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, on with bitching.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but i find it irksome when this particular someone spins me in a merry go round.&lt;br /&gt;take for example, she wanted to so called "lend" me her codes for a certain project.&lt;br /&gt;word came out from her that she would send me via MSN at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;so, about 12.13am, after a refreshing bath, i came online.&lt;br /&gt;saw her, initial a conversation only to wait in vain.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to get her online again, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;soon, she went off.&lt;br /&gt;isn't this pissing you off if you were in my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;when she said she would and went back on her word?&lt;br /&gt;no, im going to restrain myself from shotting vulgarities in my post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to continue typing my thoughts about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has a habit of asking for a favour in return when you seek her help.&lt;br /&gt;your truly seek her help for art and she ASKED for a lunch treat.&lt;br /&gt;i was caught off guard this actually came from her.&lt;br /&gt;slowly, her skeletons got out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;and eventually, i saw her true colors.&lt;br /&gt;what took me so long to discover such a horrific truth.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't altruism be practiced in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna help, do it sincerely and earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;do not jolly well expect a favor in return.&lt;br /&gt;of course, it's typical of people to expect something out of a help.&lt;br /&gt;but i take and look at it at a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;to think i gave her $10 in return for the help she offered.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am just that gullible huh?&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;how will i ever find a time machine to turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;well, if a time machine do exist, i wish i could do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to YOU:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you would happen to click on meek-demeanour, came across this post and starts cursing and swearing.&lt;br /&gt;but here's a word of advice:&lt;br /&gt;if you are going to continue this habit of yours, take my word, you ain't gonna have everlasting friendships.&lt;br /&gt;even if you tried wishing upon a star for one, i say the stars will look at you with scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all said and done, i'm gonna get my butt outta here.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if anything that is written here pricks.&lt;br /&gt;i say, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!, THAT HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i officially hit "publish post", i wanna say a BIG HELLO to the bitching crew!&lt;br /&gt;*waves*&lt;br /&gt;study hard you biatches.&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet up soon.&lt;br /&gt;that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's so easy how they come undone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7191715941779732284?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7191715941779732284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7191715941779732284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7191715941779732284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7191715941779732284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-this-my-friends-art-of-bitching.html' title='so this , my friends, is what i call - the art of bitching'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-2853153472475313376</id><published>2007-08-14T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:47:44.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend in need is a friend indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsHn0J4R92I/AAAAAAAAAZc/y8NZS9oq12M/s1600-h/Image021_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsHn0J4R92I/AAAAAAAAAZc/y8NZS9oq12M/s320/Image021_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098611136351303522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what cha ya looking at yo, is the final output of my mask due for submission tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty yes?&lt;br /&gt;you better agree with whatever i say here, else i'll skin you alive.&lt;br /&gt;i wish to extend my heart felt thanks to two of my best friends whom i often hang out with in school for painstakingly taking time off and work this mask.&lt;br /&gt;i must admit, i have been one lazy ass to leave you guys with the painting, touching up etc.&lt;br /&gt;another friend of mine did this mask for me as my previous one was FUGLY.&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i refuse to start decorating it.&lt;br /&gt;ah, wells, i'm glad i;m finally done with art.&lt;br /&gt;thank a gazillion time once again you two.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;need i mention names?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;when i strike my first million, i'll definitely get you something.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, database project is picking up and its nearing completion.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited and i'm in anticipation for the day i'll be set free from projects!&lt;br /&gt;ooh baby, hit me fast exams so i can look forward to my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and it's also confirm that right after exam, the following day which coincides with teachers day, im going to BANGKOK!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;a much needed break after all the mind boggling projects, the incessant stress and the mindless lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too happy to say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;guess i will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;yikes, it's already 1.46am!&lt;br /&gt;i better hurry off to finish my art report and head on after that to bed lest i will be grumpy and grouchy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;school's at 6 and i'm suppose to wake lin up at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;woots, i have a feeling this is going to slip off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright folks, try not to miss me too much yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-2853153472475313376?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2853153472475313376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=2853153472475313376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2853153472475313376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2853153472475313376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html' title='a friend in need is a friend indeed'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsHn0J4R92I/AAAAAAAAAZc/y8NZS9oq12M/s72-c/Image021_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5503953318435100832</id><published>2007-08-13T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:49:50.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replicas; when everyone starts ripping stuff and calling it their own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a letter from dreamland;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose by now, many of you would have heard the infectious Gatsby song over the television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( apart from that ELLA ELLA song you knew. )&lt;br /&gt;guess what? that song was a rip off la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i heard a song over i.tunes just a few minutes ago which had the same tune compared to the ad by Gatsby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's call I Can Give You Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all they did was - they changed the lyrics, put it on a record and proudly proclaimed it's MY work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, i'm utterly disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may not be in any position to persecute their "incredible" work, but i'm sure of one thing - i have the right to say what i want here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, i'm taking a break from the suffocating school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's getting nowwhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only you could keep this shit from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on a lighter note, mummy dearest brought her recalcitrant son and the sibling to IKEA at Tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ironically, the location was ideal as it was near temasek poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOOD GALORE was next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is where a camera phone comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAnIZ4R91I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ttLjd_JMqIg/s1600-h/Image007_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098117803522783058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAnIZ4R91I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ttLjd_JMqIg/s320/Image007_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is by far the most cutest picture i have ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i couldn't resist snapping a shot.&lt;br /&gt;meet my baby fellow netizens.&lt;br /&gt;the one i have with emma of course.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAnD54R90I/AAAAAAAAAZM/NwwmDX0PHHY/s1600-h/Image015_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098117726213371714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAnD54R90I/AAAAAAAAAZM/NwwmDX0PHHY/s320/Image015_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this room is specially designed for Angelina Presley Tan Xin Yi &amp; Alphonsius Issac Tan Jun Wei.&lt;br /&gt;*laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAm854R9zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/52DsT17ehwQ/s1600-h/Image014_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098117605954287410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAm854R9zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/52DsT17ehwQ/s320/Image014_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my favourite son's room.&lt;br /&gt;i picked the design.&lt;br /&gt;nice ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;it is for Alfred Junior The Great.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmyp4R9xI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BgfPxfMVAe8/s1600-h/Image006_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098117429860628242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmyp4R9xI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BgfPxfMVAe8/s320/Image006_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;food glorious food!&lt;br /&gt;of course, this was the breakfast we had.&lt;br /&gt;hi, can i offer you a tissue?&lt;br /&gt;you are drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmd54R9uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CDqFPUU7DtU/s1600-h/Image019_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098117073378342626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmd54R9uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CDqFPUU7DtU/s320/Image019_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome world, to my neatly arranged so-called warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy your stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmSZ4R9sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6EA6aO5h-HI/s1600-h/Image009_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098116875809846978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmSZ4R9sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6EA6aO5h-HI/s320/Image009_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the spacious living room emma and i designed.&lt;br /&gt;cool aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmKJ4R9rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BGyAfdYHxoU/s1600-h/Image020_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098116734075926194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAmKJ4R9rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BGyAfdYHxoU/s320/Image020_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to school and went on working on JAVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, at 12.47am, working on JAVA yet again.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to do the report.&lt;br /&gt;this means, i'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the ranting done, it's time looking forward to a good nights rest.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i know i'll be okay though my skies are turning gray;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5503953318435100832?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5503953318435100832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5503953318435100832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5503953318435100832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5503953318435100832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/replicas-when-everyone-starts-ripping.html' title='replicas; when everyone starts ripping stuff and calling it their own'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RsAnIZ4R91I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ttLjd_JMqIg/s72-c/Image007_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-1650818203820085867</id><published>2007-08-13T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:46:44.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry blame it on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="316" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5sNsWL9MsLbzqj7kV"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5sNsWL9MsLbzqj7kV" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="316" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2pnrp_akon-sorry-blame-it-on-me_music"&gt;Akon - Sorry, Blame It On Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/yardie4life"&gt;yardie4life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out!&lt;br /&gt;this is worth the plug in i say.&lt;br /&gt;spin or bin, you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, GOOD MONDAY MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1650818203820085867?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1650818203820085867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=1650818203820085867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1650818203820085867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1650818203820085867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-blame-it-on-me.html' title='sorry blame it on me'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-2706148682265766881</id><published>2007-08-12T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:44:09.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sullen and sodden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr9EYp4R9pI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZxbYcGC0Jsc/s1600-h/1071647904150l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr9EYp4R9pI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZxbYcGC0Jsc/s320/1071647904150l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097868493556151954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spot me in the fraction of mess;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the reason why the sky was exhilarating blue;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, pardon me as i exclaimed that reminiscently.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help to upload this picture the moment i chance upon this on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm that cheapo. i didn't borrow, nor have i seek the permission of the publisher.&lt;br /&gt;i "kope". simply put, STEAL.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to my itchy fingers no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, they are definitely missed by me.&lt;br /&gt;every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean this from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;can you feel the love i'm dissipating?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day didn't start out right for me.&lt;br /&gt;the father effing pissed me off today.&lt;br /&gt;let's not go deep into details shall we?&lt;br /&gt;talking about it would result in me cursing and swearing.&lt;br /&gt;so off to the bin this moment shall go.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was splendidly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the tautologies.&lt;br /&gt;the right words don't seem to flow.&lt;br /&gt;pwehaps i'm having a mental block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i have changed my blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;now tell me your honest opinions will you?&lt;br /&gt;i wish to hear every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-2706148682265766881?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3x6Z4R9mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DS5yvDe_nho/s1600-h/nad2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3x6Z4R9mI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DS5yvDe_nho/s320/nad2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097496338934920802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3x2J4R9lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wJad_BVd8qM/s1600-h/nad3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3x2J4R9lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wJad_BVd8qM/s320/nad3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097496265920476754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3xuJ4R9kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/295Maesd-EQ/s1600-h/nad4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3xuJ4R9kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/295Maesd-EQ/s320/nad4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097496128481523266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3xop4R9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EVdN6iNuTUM/s1600-h/nad5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rr3xop4R9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EVdN6iNuTUM/s320/nad5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097496033992242738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call me the cry baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm the prince of wails;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above is the conversation i had with NAD-DEE rock my smelly socks.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing my ass off when i read through it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;well, still clueless as to what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;read it and you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;all the best for your exams yes?&lt;br /&gt;if you do not understand, read it till you do.&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.39am.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am still awake.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my dirty ass into the bathroom right now.&lt;br /&gt;but before i do so,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; for been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;for been there for me through my ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;for her encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;for her unloving care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;for her sms-es that warms my heart and gradually put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling a much better.&lt;br /&gt;thank you love!&lt;br /&gt;and this is why you rock!&lt;br /&gt;who is that mysterious person?&lt;br /&gt;start guessing by dropping a TAG.&lt;br /&gt;the first correct answer gets to lick my boots.&lt;br /&gt;any takers?&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the song, Still There For Me by Corbin Bleu &amp; Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;take time off to plug in this track in your windows media player, i tunes or your mp3 alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so shut up and drive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6161458243761738949?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Top it off with a sprinkle of emotion and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;1 part anger, 5 parts of beauty?&lt;br /&gt;boy, you got me guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a stay home saturday! ( yet again )&lt;br /&gt;i'm been put into a race against time that one will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps you would.&lt;br /&gt;but, can you fathom what i've going through?&lt;br /&gt;projects are living the shit in me.&lt;br /&gt;the team mates and i will breathe our last soon i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;it's killing us softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dearest edric.&lt;br /&gt;for turning down the invitation to pub.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you won't lead a sad saturday.&lt;br /&gt;you should learn the joy of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;i shall say my piece and end it here.&lt;br /&gt;reports, i'm coming to haunt ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry, blame it on me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-9059696822768387236</id><published>2007-08-10T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:55:39.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when things go wrong and they seem blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all it takes was a little tumble, i fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met WATSON over tea break today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was nice of him to drop me a line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;despite our busy schedules, we met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those were the times i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and his bike is awesome yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WATSON LIM, take the initiative and invite me for a ride okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't wish to talk about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is just how bad school is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3098506814235906056-9059696822768387236?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/9059696822768387236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=9059696822768387236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy 42th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;i've got the hots for you yo!&lt;br /&gt;( if you do not know by now that is )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was wondering, how many of you were stucked at home watching the national day parade telecast on your big small medium fat flat screen of yours?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, some of you went over to marina to bask in the crowd just to catch the beautifool fire works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here's what your truly did today.&lt;br /&gt;i was down at my aunty's place for a swim before dinner at pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i didn't had the chance to sit down and watched the national day parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, feeling all tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;went out for supper.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, mummy dearest look worn out after helping out in the national day parade.&lt;br /&gt;i too kept my side of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;shall get going now.&lt;br /&gt;there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;what's more, it's at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, this is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-77209135613292346?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/77209135613292346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=77209135613292346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/77209135613292346'/><link rel='self' 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EVE!&lt;br /&gt;to all those who were seen in red today, how patriotic i must say.&lt;br /&gt;you did a wonderful job doing singapore proud.&lt;br /&gt;good on you.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss celebrating national day in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss singing the national athem.&lt;br /&gt;i miss taking the pledge.&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching the concert.&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright and early as the day begin, school ( as usual ) was the first stop.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at an extremely 6am.&lt;br /&gt;i was burnt out that i didn’t want to get outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;dragging my pair of lazy feet was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;( i can't believe i had school! why polys dont celebrate national day. this is outrageous. )&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;yes i have a knack to complain.&lt;br /&gt;term me as the complain king if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;i've got no qualms about that.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;the entire day left me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad i'm done with the arts presentation.&lt;br /&gt;and if you've realized fellow netizens, the past few blog posts were kept short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;theres a niche to do so these few days as i had to battle with time to complete the ferocious projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it.  i left my footprints.&lt;br /&gt;where’s yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave my soul to bleed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6254029931888099989?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6254029931888099989/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7735299467889853359</id><published>2007-08-07T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:51:47.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the side of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was brought into a world of my own, where a jolly ending beckons;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling angst right now.&lt;br /&gt;yes, read my lips - A N G S T&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you are able to tolerate this, but once you've taken a few punches, you will know how flared up will i get.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, seeing the real side of me when i'm effing pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, the sibling tried to burst my bubble this evening.&lt;br /&gt;i was using the com, rushing a presentation for the coming wednesday when he literally switched off the modem, leaving me no access to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;all because i was using the computer at his desk where he would normally use to study.&lt;br /&gt;unable to find space to mug, he got fed up, walked into the room, and *tick* went the switch.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to contain my anger despite deep down in the heart, the blood curdles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;stayed back to complete projects.&lt;br /&gt;my life is all about school and school alone now.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so near yet so far;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7735299467889853359?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7716280489136233591</id><published>2007-08-06T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:58:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give the song another listen, close your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm gonna keep this post short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's MONDAY again.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many of you had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;mine was pretty much a-okay if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;manage to get another bonus mark for my JAVA project.&lt;br /&gt;*wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back in school trying to get some stuff done, only to be distracted by the internet.&lt;br /&gt;surely, this isn't uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;it has dawned on me that whenever i'm on msn and have access to the internet, i won't be able to be on task.&lt;br /&gt;thus, plunging into perpetual futility.&lt;br /&gt;these are habits that i should seriously take into consideration in changing.&lt;br /&gt;if it continues to persist, i could not imagine what will be the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother swing by temasek poly yet again to pick her dearest son ( ME! ) up.&lt;br /&gt;we headed for dinner before leaving for home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my mondey for you.&lt;br /&gt;nothing special nor unusual.&lt;br /&gt;a normal school ranting post from a growing up teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've got to deal with it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7716280489136233591?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6242933732020402837</id><published>2007-08-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:50:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this house is a circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrYEHJ4R9eI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_-FdQH4f2EI/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrYEHJ4R9eI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_-FdQH4f2EI/s320/smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095264549373867490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze like a search for murder clues;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i was up at 8.30am despite sleeping at 2 the night before.&lt;br /&gt;church was good.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;attended the morning service instead the usual youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother, siblings and i had BRUNCH before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;took time off to sloth on the sofa and eventually falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the short nap for about 1 hour wasn't sufficient enough to boost my energy level.&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm glad i did rest a little.&lt;br /&gt;certainly, it gave me an adrenaline boost or so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to being studious once again as i began racing against time to work on my projects.&lt;br /&gt;with 3 projects at hand, i can never afford to rest.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;may this ordeal be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly hang on no more.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am in anticipation for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;which is the last day of august, the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner before proceeded to courts.&lt;br /&gt;the mother bought me a new headset with integrated microphone!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down and up and down again*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LOVE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;she sure knows how to pamper her dearest son (ME! )&lt;br /&gt;thank you mummy. though i know you will never have the chance to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back to sitting in front of the computer screen, continue the work left undone.&lt;br /&gt;i have to refrain myself from watching the television and forgo time in the reading of the potter book.&lt;br /&gt;SADDED.&lt;br /&gt;i miss emma the wife.&lt;br /&gt;she has somewhat lost interest in me.&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't want such an ending.&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear to part with her.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;still, i love her plenty.&lt;br /&gt;EMMA THE HOT WIFE OF MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to stop all this crap and get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;yikes. it's already 1.49am.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to be in school by 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6242933732020402837?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6242933732020402837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6242933732020402837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6242933732020402837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6242933732020402837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-house-is-circus.html' title='this house is a circus'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrYEHJ4R9eI/AAAAAAAAAWc/_-FdQH4f2EI/s72-c/smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7241963494918839976</id><published>2007-08-03T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:39:04.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen to my voice thats my disguise, i'm by your side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrNnZJ4R9dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/djLD9T_ru1U/s1600-h/Darn_by_MoogleAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrNnZJ4R9dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/djLD9T_ru1U/s320/Darn_by_MoogleAngel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094529285332530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this just can't be summer love you see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm supposed to be blogging about a friend of mine whom i rarely meet since we entered different polys.&lt;br /&gt;but, i've decided to blog about him the next time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when, but soon i say.&lt;br /&gt;sorry you.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly have been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a sudden infatuation with the song hey there delilah by plain white t's.&lt;br /&gt;and immediately, i clicked onto imeem and managed to change the song.&lt;br /&gt;hope you love it peeps.&lt;br /&gt;tag me and tell me how you feel about the song yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;you know i dislike anonymity. so if you happened to be reading this, i suggest you head straight for the tag board and do the tagging.&lt;br /&gt;you've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should put up a counter and the number of hits online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a week of infuriation, it's time to put everything to a closure.&lt;br /&gt;what am i referring to?&lt;br /&gt;school of course.&lt;br /&gt;the mad rush to get things done, the connections for the browser to run, the entering of commands, the setting up of a new database, the scripts we have to debug, the JAVA files we have to faced in anguish when we encountered difficulties and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, school is a blood sucker.&lt;br /&gt;and that applies to you time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kind who managed my time well and i know that.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm trying my best to improve and not to deviate nor get distracted by the conversations on msn and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i may not be serious when coming to project discussions, at least i try my best to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel a tinge of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;i felt as though i didn't contribute enough and do well in my part.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;yes, trying my best is the only thing i could do. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FRIDAY is here and this means, the WEEKENDS are just round the corner!&lt;br /&gt;but, i would have to be spared from life's enjoyment and work on the mind wrecking java project and touching up my arts presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, after having lunch with the classmates, i headed for home and slept my way through.&lt;br /&gt;a total of 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;it beats nothing then having sufficient rest i must add.&lt;br /&gt;it was, in a word, S-H-I-O-K!&lt;br /&gt;don't envy me. you had your fair share, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;*sticks tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;in actuality, i fear i might not be able to get to sleep later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i shall cast those unnecessary fears and worries that are mind bogging sometimes aside and do my work&lt;br /&gt;time is running out yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must and have to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;be back again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7241963494918839976?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7241963494918839976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7241963494918839976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7241963494918839976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7241963494918839976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/listen-to-my-voice-thats-my-disguise-im.html' title='listen to my voice thats my disguise, i&apos;m by your side'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrNnZJ4R9dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/djLD9T_ru1U/s72-c/Darn_by_MoogleAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-964922913621535970</id><published>2007-08-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:14:21.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how about a movie orgy? anybody?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrNhC54R9cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bd_9Qmy7pdU/s1600-h/hothotalfred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrNhC54R9cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bd_9Qmy7pdU/s320/hothotalfred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094522306010674626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she loves me aplenty.  and yes, i can see that she does;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i just got back from school at at about 22 00  hrs.&lt;br /&gt;sitting right in front of my computer, staring on the blogger page trying hard to get a post typed out.&lt;br /&gt;guitar was great!&lt;br /&gt;it was the second last lesson, and  learning how to strum to the song "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 was absolutely exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got the hots recently for 2 movies.&lt;br /&gt;they are Disturbia and Rush Hour 3.&lt;br /&gt;now first of all, who wants to watch it with me?&lt;br /&gt;i need company when i hit the movies yanno.&lt;br /&gt;watching it all alone is inexpressible.&lt;br /&gt;here are the trailers extracted from youtube.&lt;br /&gt;just to give a headstart to what the two movies about and allow you to capture the gist of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUSH HOUR 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHW9TqUdPOM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHW9TqUdPOM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you caught the first 2 series of its trilogy, you wouldn't want to miss the third one.&lt;br /&gt;chris tucker and jackie chan make a good team on this set.&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISTURBIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pVa-oEwrjQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pVa-oEwrjQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huge fan of Shia Labeouf are you?&lt;br /&gt;the transformer star is back with another movie.&lt;br /&gt;and i think he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;well, except that i'm way above his standards.&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know me well enough, you would have known that personally, i'm not into horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know why i have this drive to catch Disturbia,&lt;br /&gt;when the trailer is exceptionally horrific.&lt;br /&gt;ah, wells. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;i need money to catch these two movies.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time i put the movie vouchers to good use.&lt;br /&gt;and definitely, i'm dragging somebody to watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;and the aforementioned means school's at 8 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. how dreadful it is for all.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the classmates and i are meeting at 8.30am instead.&lt;br /&gt;when there are rules that we should not be late, ignorant students like us just heck it.&lt;br /&gt;oh c'mon, rules are set and they are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;not every rule must be followed strictly.&lt;br /&gt;so what if there is such a rule that forbids student making out in the campus when i often see couples doing that?&lt;br /&gt;be it in the canteen, at the library and even the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;okay, the above is just an example for illustration.&lt;br /&gt;no i did not see any of such cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright folks, i better be of now lest i could not wake up to be in time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-964922913621535970?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic;"&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle others, use your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends, you and me;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought another friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then there were 3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our group;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our circle of friends;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that circle,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no beginning or end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday is history.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is mystery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is called the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.44am right now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best to squeeze in a post before the mother begins to nag.&lt;br /&gt;the first day of a new month.&lt;br /&gt;1st of august 2007.&lt;br /&gt;time slips by real fast.&lt;br /&gt;just a blink in the eye and *poof* on came the month of august.&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely looking forward to national day.&lt;br /&gt;and don't remind me about exams.&lt;br /&gt;the word "exam" is sensitive to the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bump into hilyah and lee choo in school today!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT JOY!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;like finally, we met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a wireless quiz tomorrow and i'm proud to announce i've not started studying for it.&lt;br /&gt;cool? yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how things go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world!&lt;br /&gt;i need my "beauty" sleep, or so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5524570875509349186?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5524570875509349186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5524570875509349186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5524570875509349186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5524570875509349186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-you-dream-of-me-in-morning.html' title='will you dream of me in the morning?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrC5M54R9aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WzNY-NqD6kA/s72-c/47958825_8d69509c26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4702379307261744313</id><published>2007-07-31T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:05:39.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your guardian angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrC9Ep4R9bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CZa6zlNXjW8/s1600-h/Here_Is_Your_Blue_Sky_by_crashlikelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrC9Ep4R9bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CZa6zlNXjW8/s320/Here_Is_Your_Blue_Sky_by_crashlikelove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093779066215069106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna let the lyrics speak for its own today.&lt;br /&gt;how would you like to do the honours of guessing which song the aforementioned is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping my posts short and sweet would do good, don't you all think so too?&lt;br /&gt;who wants to read a post which is cluttered together,&lt;br /&gt;especially when it is lenghty.&lt;br /&gt;chances are, many would click the "X" button on the top right hand corner if it begins to bore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting the signs that my blog is not interesting to read anymore.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time i put on my thinking cap and find inspirations on what i can blog about.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i should do just that.&lt;br /&gt;just you wait dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back with ideas that are encompassing and would grab your attention immediately.&lt;br /&gt;thereby,  i'll make sure you'll begin to love my blog even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY has been good.&lt;br /&gt;the classmates and i stayed back in school.&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, i brought my laptop to school.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes. what took me so long to realised it's the last day of july.&lt;br /&gt;the going of july and the coming of august.&lt;br /&gt;let's embrace for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;a fresh start into a new month shall we?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me you love me even though you don't;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4702379307261744313?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4702379307261744313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4702379307261744313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4702379307261744313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4702379307261744313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-guardian-angel.html' title='your guardian angel'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RrC9Ep4R9bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CZa6zlNXjW8/s72-c/Here_Is_Your_Blue_Sky_by_crashlikelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-1832896537422465989</id><published>2007-07-30T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:28:04.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whisper "hello!" i miss you quite terribly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was browsing through madchelle's blog when i chanced about this.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/pg.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/browse/city/9194/minneapolis-singles"&gt;Minneapolis Singles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so parents, be sure you give consent to your kids when you see them blog hopping next time.&lt;br /&gt;the blogger may not be as friendly as you think he is.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best i ever had, grey sky morning;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday seems perfectly fine except the weather.&lt;br /&gt;the mother took me on a ride down tampines for breakfast before dropping me off at temasek poly.&lt;br /&gt;SWEEEEEET i say.&lt;br /&gt;the only song that is ringing in my head whenever i try hard to associate with  would none other than umbrella by rihanna and jay-z.&lt;br /&gt;undoubtedly the one song that has become a turn off to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;if it rains, HEY! i'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;you can stand under my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding. just don't mind the colour of it.&lt;br /&gt;( it's red by the way. and often i'm always been ridiculed because of the colour of my umbrella.  i mean, c'mon. what is wrong carrying a red umbrella? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a halt from all the mad rush for school work and dropped by the gym located at hougang along with 2 of my classmates and another friend.&lt;br /&gt;i was gasping for air while on the thread mill.&lt;br /&gt;thereby, the repercussions as such, aching shoulders and back.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a nong nong while since i go on a excercise regime.&lt;br /&gt;although the workout is great, the only dread would be the aches you would get.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time i should consider hitting the gym every monday after school.&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i departed for home after collecting a converse jacket from one my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;thank you woman!&lt;br /&gt;the jacket looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at s11 food court was SUPERB.&lt;br /&gt;i was queueing up for my food when  i was approached by a chinese national.&lt;br /&gt;he told me he wanted a bowl of fish noodles.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;then he gave me the why are you not preparing it.&lt;br /&gt;it was then i realised he mistook me as a stall assistance.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, my mum who went over to the drink stall to order our drinks and when she was carrying it back to the table we were seated at,&lt;br /&gt;a lady seated one table away shouted for my mum for the ordering of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;so much for that mistaken identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a state of euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;reason being, i get to devour on the latest 8 days mag which features the sizzling hot, sexy JESSICA LIU.&lt;br /&gt;now who says i'm not a huge fan of hers.&lt;br /&gt;well, now you know don't cha?&lt;br /&gt;also, school begins at 3pm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i have only 2 hours of lesson!!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what excites me most on top of all the euphoria is this coming wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting felle the curly whirly bean! or ferps as she is known.&lt;br /&gt;JOY!&lt;br /&gt;*smiles widely*&lt;br /&gt;we must camwhore no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperate for pictures yanno.&lt;br /&gt;and the combination of a preeety gurl like ferps alongside the cutie pie ( ME! ),&lt;br /&gt;who could resist us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am crapping.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be staying back late in school to get some work done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i have to be studious yanno.&lt;br /&gt;it's already 1.03am.&lt;br /&gt;time to get going.&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;br /&gt;miss me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-1832896537422465989?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1832896537422465989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=1832896537422465989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1832896537422465989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/1832896537422465989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/whisper-hello-i-miss-you-quite-terribly.html' title='whisper &quot;hello!&quot; i miss you quite terribly'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-3446184220270369235</id><published>2007-07-29T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:50:35.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can we make it somehow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to have someone by your side.&lt;br /&gt;don't you all agree?&lt;br /&gt;above was the song "Soulmate" by Natasha Beddingfield.&lt;br /&gt;worth the spin if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;else, throw it into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WORLD, WHAT A SUNDAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;began the day at church.&lt;br /&gt;decided to attend morning service instead the usual youth as i've got to start clearing the workload that is piling and seems to be never ending.&lt;br /&gt;feel choked with aplenty of stuff to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i shall pray for the strength and faith to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back home, settled down quickly and work commence.&lt;br /&gt;the aunty is coming back from taiwan today!&lt;br /&gt;mummy is picking up the cousins later and we are heading to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my brownie and caramal latte at coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;and the lack of dosage might be a reason why am i so cranky these days.&lt;br /&gt;apart from the tiredness that sinks in daily of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's tomorrow and i've got a quiz to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;oh bothers.&lt;br /&gt;sure hope things go well tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;AND OH, time table says there's JAVA tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. TELL ME BOUT' IT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-3446184220270369235?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3446184220270369235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=3446184220270369235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3446184220270369235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3446184220270369235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-we-make-it-somehow.html' title='can we make it somehow?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6303227804423132995</id><published>2007-07-28T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:48:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me something to believe in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqrvkp4R9WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ectb-lhyMDA/s1600-h/Alone_by_Davenit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqrvkp4R9WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ectb-lhyMDA/s320/Alone_by_Davenit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092145741692007778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blues are the songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Paths Lead To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge – meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift – accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure – dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a sorrow – overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy – face it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty – perform it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game – play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery – unfold it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song – sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an opportunity – take it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey – complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise – fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a love – embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a beauty – praise it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a spirit – release it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle – fight it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a puzzle – solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a goal – achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kat Mercado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, i woke up at 10am on a wet saturday.&lt;br /&gt;the weatherman has reported that the rain would continue to make it's way to the usually sunny singapore for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;so my dear boyfriends and girlfriends, if you've made plans to the beach to sun tan or even had the urge to swim, you could jolly well cancel all the plans hitched.&lt;br /&gt;having to go along with the flow would be a wiser choice.&lt;br /&gt;you've been warned by uncle freedy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposedly be up at 7am this morning to be part of the take the city walk.&lt;br /&gt;to put it simply, i chose not to go at the eleventh hour.&lt;br /&gt;let's not go deep into details shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be stucked at home for the rest of my saturday afternoon walking on the art presentation. and i vow not to have my lunch till i finshed it.&lt;br /&gt;(  i'll prolly not have lunch anyways. )&lt;br /&gt;some incomplete projects as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1.  mob com - in the midst of completion.&lt;br /&gt;2.  JAVA - the one project that haunt me for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;3. database management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i've got some personal commitments to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;i've been thrown into a world that is topsy turvy.&lt;br /&gt;crippled with the fear of not been able to meet up to the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;trapt inside this entanglement.&lt;br /&gt;what could be the problem?&lt;br /&gt;stress? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure myself.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm definitely not to the stage of depression yet.&lt;br /&gt;not to worry. no matter how life maybe, it still got to go on.&lt;br /&gt;i'll hanging there. it's a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better be off now.&lt;br /&gt;till the next time, adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6303227804423132995?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6303227804423132995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6303227804423132995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6303227804423132995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6303227804423132995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/give-me-something-to-believe-in.html' title='give me something to believe in'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqrvkp4R9WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ectb-lhyMDA/s72-c/Alone_by_Davenit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5946101307368566375</id><published>2007-07-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:35:16.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams in the dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqr3O54R9ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7kJuBsB9UJE/s1600-h/Boys_Dont_Cry__by_Adadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqr3O54R9ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7kJuBsB9UJE/s320/Boys_Dont_Cry__by_Adadan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154164122875282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqr3KJ4R9YI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SGvfzcVf2CU/s1600-h/Boys_Dont_by_Jawa_Tron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqr3KJ4R9YI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SGvfzcVf2CU/s320/Boys_Dont_by_Jawa_Tron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092154082518496642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say big girls don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;do boys cry then?&lt;br /&gt;certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how melancholic days have been, boys don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday has been superb!&lt;br /&gt;( with the exception of the weather of course. it has been raining relentlessly and cause the mood of many to be dampened. )&lt;br /&gt;lab test was a success  and partly, it was because of my classmate's help.&lt;br /&gt;well, thank you you.&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't call this cheating. because cheating is a serious offense yanno.&lt;br /&gt;the word "yanno" reminds me of felicia the LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;dearest ferps, i MISS you aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;we have not met up to get the thing for a certain someone yanno.&lt;br /&gt;even though it was planned and it somewhat clashed with our busy schedules.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope your doing fine yanno.&lt;br /&gt;because if your not, i'm not too yanno.&lt;br /&gt;alright. i shall stop the yanno thing.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to have infringe the felicia's compyright law my dear.&lt;br /&gt;lets meet up during my hols. yes?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was that time when i'm in school having lesosns when i received an sms that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B+ BLOOD NEEDED -  Can help to forward this sms that friends you know urgently. One MINDEF staff's nephew only 1 year old got blood cancer need B+. Go to KK hospital ward 71, name ISSAC LIM WEI EN, BC NO.T0617753G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stare at it and was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;what ran through my mind was, is the content is this sms correct at press time?&lt;br /&gt;i've received such an sms before and often treat it with scorn.&lt;br /&gt;i  have this mentality that such an sms is a ploy to earn the hearts of the people and not consider the fact that it maybe a an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;okay, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back home in the afternoon around 3pm before i went back to school yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm just toooooooo hardworking yanno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did project till about 9.45pm before the classmates and i went on to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was great food yanno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy dearest swung by and picked me up and off to home we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want my driving license and i wish to sign up for the radio academy yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the mother is quite apprehensive to accompany his dearest son to book a date for his basic theory.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why either.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps she's giving me a chance to shine and be independent i guess.&lt;br /&gt;not that i am dependent all this while.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a broke ass who needs to run to mummy dearest for cash in times of need yanno.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK GOD IT"S FRIDAY AND THE WEEKENDS ARE HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;toodles all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqr3O54R9ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7kJuBsB9UJE/s72-c/Boys_Dont_Cry__by_Adadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5855998344400195291</id><published>2007-07-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:54:33.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sagacity of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried so hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even  matter;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn’t even  matter;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the excerpt above was extracted from the song, "In The End" by Linkin' Park.&lt;br /&gt;this song would probably be the best representation of my thursday.&lt;br /&gt;so does "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going through tough times like no other.&lt;br /&gt;things are weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;little by little, it tears me apart, robbed me of my social life and broke me into bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely sinking to bottomless pit at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;life is a bitch i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having bad JAVA days is tormenting enough.&lt;br /&gt;yet the added pressure from other projects and the distresses the classmates and i have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i hope the ordeal would cease in no time.&lt;br /&gt;what's more, exams are just one month away!&lt;br /&gt;time. where are you when i needed you most?&lt;br /&gt;why are you so elusive?&lt;br /&gt;why are you often out of reach?&lt;br /&gt;there are just so many mind bogging matters running through my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;i lost 5 marks today.&lt;br /&gt;yes, 5 marks may mean nuts to you.&lt;br /&gt;"it's just only 5 marks wat, why the hell are you whining away?"&lt;br /&gt;"chay. 5 marks only. won't die right?"&lt;br /&gt;"aiya. 5 marks is nothing. did you know i lost 10 marks for that too?"&lt;br /&gt;but, in all circumstances, that 5 marks meant alot to me and my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen how helpless we were.&lt;br /&gt;how frustrating it was to get things working in order.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's just how you look at the perspective of things and embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;oh my! why the contradictions?&lt;br /&gt;can you sense the irony?&lt;br /&gt;for one, i kicked up a fuss about how life is such a bitch and  here i am saying things that doesn't make any cow sense.&lt;br /&gt;please pardon this idiosyncrasy i'm having.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm trying to calm myself down and take things slow.&lt;br /&gt;oh, heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother swing by temasek poly and brought the family out for supper after my guitar lessons.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered fried oyster for ala carte and a bowl of prawn noodles each.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqjN654R9VI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fv7A8FdkcpM/s1600-h/alfredthekiasu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqjN654R9VI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fv7A8FdkcpM/s320/alfredthekiasu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091545790595331410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqjNyJ4R9UI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BuGB39cWoZ4/s1600-h/alfredpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqjNyJ4R9UI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BuGB39cWoZ4/s320/alfredpic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091545640271476034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the classmate did a wonderful job in her portrayal of yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;magnificent i say. with a pinch of sarcarsm added of course.&lt;br /&gt;would you like sugar, spice and everything nice too?&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;we were in the com lab working mindlessly on a project which is gonna be due soon.&lt;br /&gt;she took breaks and in the midst of it, drew the aforementioned as depicted above.&lt;br /&gt;she stresses the need for me to blog it down.&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it my dear classmate.&lt;br /&gt;hope this has appease you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i hope your prepared for tomorrow's lab test cause i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;it's already 12.41 am and i have not read a single page of the script handed out.&lt;br /&gt;let alone touch it.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gawd. i am so screwed DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitching with BONG EEW FART and TAY MIN was the joy.&lt;br /&gt;i truly madly deeply miss the bitching crew.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;hopefully,when the holidays begin to draw near, we would have time to meet up to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also talking to may ee about harry potter online.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of harry, i'm reading the order of the phoenix book right now.&lt;br /&gt;go catch the movie no matter how disappointing it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got tons of things to do during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;so hit me soon you holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for your arrival.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what time will you be arriving at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be glad to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;br /&gt;school's at 8 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my dear wifey EMMA.&lt;br /&gt;she's out of town right now.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5855998344400195291?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY OPEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the first among all kiasu singaporeans who has begin auctioning the NDP tickets on ebay to celebrate NDP in style!&lt;br /&gt;head on down to the national museum on the 9th of august, 10am to 4pm, for a fun-filled day packed with lucky draws, carnival and more!&lt;br /&gt;what's more it's free!!&lt;br /&gt;up for grabs are also goodie bags specially for early birds.&lt;br /&gt;*while stocks last*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, do remember to come in red and celebrate national day in a traditional way!&lt;br /&gt;so mark this date down in your diary, calendar, PDAs etc now!&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL SEE YOU THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above adv is brought to you by alf.freedy corporation.&lt;br /&gt;all rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for advertising enquiries, log on to www.doyouthinkthereissuchacorporation.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-celebration-of-ndp-2007.html' title='In conjunction with NDP 2007'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rqi_Vp4R9TI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jc1s7pDB0o8/s72-c/ND_emailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6823164536583107144</id><published>2007-07-25T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:33:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you said that it is done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click the video above yo!&lt;br /&gt;one of baby ally's cutest moment.&lt;br /&gt;i paste the URL to edric and his respond was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they are nuturing a highly potential bimbo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my take?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree more with edric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1.46am, when the brain decides to stop functioning, i went browsing through my msn list in a bid to prey on my victims.&lt;br /&gt;getting them victimised was my goal.&lt;br /&gt;and i manage to get MAS victimised.&lt;br /&gt;mission accomplished i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 7 minutes past 2.&lt;br /&gt;time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THURSDAY MORNING TO ONE AND ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title='when you said that it is done'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8341997845858005654</id><published>2007-07-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:35:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now you don't know what its like, when nothing feels alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all those endless nights i was alone;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i've spent forever searching;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check it's about 1.24am.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why am i not in bed despite the fact that i have to be up early tomorrow for school at 8.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, like nad-dee always say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come what may&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the repercussions would only be the development of sexy eye bags and hang overs.&lt;br /&gt;it's time i get used to having all those.&lt;br /&gt;when life gets you in a moment of despair, **** it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trapped in this entanglement life has put me through.&lt;br /&gt;having gone through bad JAVA days, it's time i give it all up.&lt;br /&gt;this meagre life i lead is getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long day for me in school.&lt;br /&gt;going through the mad rush for time as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to talk about school any further.&lt;br /&gt;the word "school" is enough to make my blood cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the classmates are going through tough times just like me.&lt;br /&gt;losing sleep trying to fight against JAVA and getting other projects done on time.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm losing my sleep trying to get this post done.&lt;br /&gt;ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just updating for the sake of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to get my much awaited rest.&lt;br /&gt;hangovers, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8341997845858005654?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8341997845858005654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8341997845858005654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8341997845858005654'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqYsMJ4R9SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eMV1wBkk6HA/s1600-h/Love__by_aneczka14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqYsMJ4R9SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eMV1wBkk6HA/s320/Love__by_aneczka14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090805016110953762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because love is a strange and funny thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;there are many different meanings one would associate with love.&lt;br /&gt;here are some codes that i ripped off from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one  suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to  suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to  suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love,  or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this  down." - Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by  action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." -  Nicholas Sparks &lt;table id="mjrT" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="colC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical  about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the  trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love to me?&lt;br /&gt;let's just say i have no idea how i should go about defining love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way to school, walking to the bus stop when i chanced upon Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; sitting together with Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was caught by surprise. what came through my mind was, why are they together again? did they patch back or what?&lt;br /&gt;i thought they have broken off and Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; is now back with Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;by the way, Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; used to be his girlfriend for about a year or so i presumed.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why they broke up.&lt;br /&gt;lets put it that it was due to unforseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;and then i heard news about Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; going out with Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yet on another occasion, i learnt that Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; has been meeting Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; behind Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;'s back.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; broke off with Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; and went back to Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how long their relationship lasted. but, what confuses me is, why Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; is back with Ms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; again?&lt;br /&gt;confused?&lt;br /&gt; i am too.&lt;br /&gt;love is such a complicated thing that one would never understand, or should i say, i would never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was monotonous today.&lt;br /&gt;the nerve wrecking JAVA is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed back and tried to work on it till about 7pm before i departed for woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;went on to meet munirah after her dance.&lt;br /&gt;the climax for today was, i was in the loo to answer nature's call when a a kid ran up to me and said, "uncle, can you help me wash my hands?"&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what? did i hear wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;did you just called me uncle?&lt;br /&gt;in any case, the ever helpful me then went on to assist him in the washing of his hands.&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny that it got me bursting into laughters.&lt;br /&gt;surely i do not look like an uncle, do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bump into masnurie while we were at macs.&lt;br /&gt;i finally i had the chance to check out her sexy eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;it was "sizzling" hot yo!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look at the time now.&lt;br /&gt;it's time i head on to bed.&lt;br /&gt;good night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="mjrT" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="colC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="mjrT" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="colC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3098506814235906056-2099624345821678456?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2099624345821678456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=2099624345821678456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2099624345821678456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2099624345821678456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/basking-in-moonlight.html' title='basking in the moonlight'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqYsMJ4R9SI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eMV1wBkk6HA/s72-c/Love__by_aneczka14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5754405475619578906</id><published>2007-07-22T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:24:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it like you would</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(156, 220, 220);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty highly.&lt;br /&gt;You're completely devoted to your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value honesty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it.&lt;br /&gt;If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value generosity a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.&lt;br /&gt;Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value humility a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be an easy going, humble person.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally your ego takes over.&lt;br /&gt;You have a slight competitive streak - and the need to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 49% Addicted to the Internet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtotheinternetquiz/internet-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it under check, and you're by no means a hermit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtotheinternetquiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to the Internet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are In a Good Mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/good.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you're feeling pretty together and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not everything is going you're way, you're keeping things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like things are looking up for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Mood Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stress Level is: 36%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are slightly prone to stress, but generally you keep it under control.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to relax and take things as they come, even when your worlds seems to be falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you do let yourself get stressed out, but you snap out of it pretty quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/daffodil.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love life and exude an outgoing, cheerful vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a great sense of humor, you can laugh at adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Respect, desire, and generosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Daffodil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: White and light blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Super Spicy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/spicy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little bit crazy, a little bit naughty, and a whole lot of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romatic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.&lt;br /&gt;Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are slightly shy, but overall, your reactions to social situations are normal.&lt;br /&gt;You dread difficult social situations, but you still handle them with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chubby Hubby Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/chubby-hubby.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's more of you to love... a whole lot more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 19% Selfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, you're a warm, caring considerate person.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to get your way sometimes. There's a fine line between unselfish and pushover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Date Like a Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies on dating, you date like a woman.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take romance seriously, and you're not really out for a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mental and emotional connection always comes first for you.&lt;br /&gt;And rushing the physical stuff is likely to turn you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're highly selective when it comes to dating, and some may say you're too picky.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, and when you find it, you're ready to commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Date Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Very Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is totally together, and you enjoy every day.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need a quiz to tell you that!&lt;br /&gt;You know how to find pleasure in the little things...&lt;br /&gt;And even when life isn't so great, you have a good sense of perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Average American Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/averageamericannamegenerator/name.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony Robert Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/averageamericannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Average American Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another wet day.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do love mr weatherman for bringing the rain at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5754405475619578906?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5754405475619578906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5754405475619578906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5754405475619578906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5754405475619578906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-it-like-you-would.html' title='say it like you would'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6904547201106421672</id><published>2007-07-21T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:26:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you gave love a bad name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a wet saturday it has been.&lt;br /&gt;the weather seems fine till it became overcast.&lt;br /&gt;looks like the world has incurred the weatherman's wrath.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornings were spent doing some household chores, dropping by laxhmi's house to collect yong lin's potter book and meeting lin herself.&lt;br /&gt;back home, staring at the computer, trying to work on my java project but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon it would be a stay home saturday for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm physically, mentally, psychologically, socially, financially and economically drained.&lt;br /&gt;having to turn in at 2am the day before and waking up at 7.52 am this morning, i'm definitely lacking my daily dose of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, today was the official launch of the latest harry potter book.&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the deathly hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGYw54R9OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NZ2K20IJiOY/s1600-h/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGYw54R9OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NZ2K20IJiOY/s320/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089517019843392738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered if anyone was down at toa payoh popular, queuing in anticipation to dig out the truth of who will die and who will not.&lt;br /&gt;and this, of course is the final book to the harry potter trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;( if i'm not wrong that is. correct me if i'm wrong please. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have exactly no idea what will be planned for the rest of my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;mummy has been summoned back to work, the sister has decide that it's time for her to get out of the house and over to her friend's house while the father has some work to see to.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;that is what i can and must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to working on the mind bogging ( taboo word ) JAVA.&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave this video for all to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;it's my current favourite.&lt;br /&gt;tell me how you feel bout' it yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqqPNbZhENk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqqPNbZhENk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6904547201106421672?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6904547201106421672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6904547201106421672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6904547201106421672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6904547201106421672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-gave-love-bad-name.html' title='you gave love a bad name'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGYw54R9OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NZ2K20IJiOY/s72-c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-2250653096605597163</id><published>2007-07-21T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:10:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make a vow. remind yourself to SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqD6gTpJIAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/54pYLDQJ5jo/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqD6gTpJIAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/54pYLDQJ5jo/s320/Smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089343011864256514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SMILING is an expression that you love yourself! So start smiling today.  Some fabulous reasons below, read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A smile is a universal expression of happiness and recognized as such by all cultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A smile is the most frequently used facial expression It takes as few as five pairs of facial muscles and as many as all 53 to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Regardless of the precise number of muscles used, smiling causes far fewer muscles to contract and expand than frowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Smiling releases endorphins and makes us feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Even ‘faking’ a smile can lead to feeling happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• People are born with the ability to smile (They don’t copy the expression, even babies who are born blind, smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Babies reserve special smiles (Duchenne smiles of joy and happiness) for their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A newborn shows a preference for a smiling face over a non-smiling face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Women smile more than men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Younger people smile more than older people. Males with high testosterone smile least of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• There are 18 different kinds of smile used in a variety of social situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Human beings can differentiate between the ‘felt’ (Duchenne) smile (of joy and happiness) and the social smile – ‘it’s in the eyes’ (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A smiling person is judged to be more pleasant, attractive, sincere, sociable, and competent than a non-smiling person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-2250653096605597163?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2250653096605597163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=2250653096605597163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2250653096605597163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/2250653096605597163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-vow-remind-yourself-to-smile.html' title='make a vow. remind yourself to SMILE'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqD6gTpJIAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/54pYLDQJ5jo/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-9180132169693839835</id><published>2007-07-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:50:15.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift of knowing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqBGADpJH_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/2ZmaKHtjROk/s1600-h/lgSimplyThankYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089144545720475634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqBGADpJH_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/2ZmaKHtjROk/s320/lgSimplyThankYou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the gift of knowing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are gifts of many treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For both the young and old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the tiniest little trinkets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To great boxes filled with gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, put them all together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And they could not stand in lieu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the greatest gift of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gift of knowing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When your times are filled with troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadness, grief, or even doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When all those things you planned on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just aren't turning out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just turn and look behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the place at which you stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And look for me through the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And reach out for my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will lift from you your burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And cry for you your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bear the pain of all your sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though it may be for a thousand years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For in the end I would be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To have helped you start anew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a small price to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the gift of knowing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to catch potter on the big screens at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;be back to post about my friday happenings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE WEEKEND OH SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPENDUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just got back from vivo la laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGrup4R9RI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ITST4lsHGKk/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGrup4R9RI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ITST4lsHGKk/s320/poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089537871909614866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potter movie was great?&lt;br /&gt;although i have heard from fellow acquaintances that it was disappointing blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because they cut off aplenty of scenes?&lt;br /&gt;met up with my cell leader and 2 boys from xin min secondary.&lt;br /&gt;they are ivan and guo qiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped lecture and stayed back to complete one of the projects.&lt;br /&gt;talk about the mad rush for time.&lt;br /&gt;the group wanted to stay back to test out the connections for our networking infrastructure project.&lt;br /&gt;however, in lieu of that, the lab was overcrowded and packed with people.&lt;br /&gt;i decide to head on back home while the rest went on to attend the NE talk.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stay back as i had cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long day. and my eyes are tired.&lt;br /&gt;time to head on to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3098506814235906056-9180132169693839835?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/9180132169693839835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=9180132169693839835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/9180132169693839835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/9180132169693839835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/gift-of-knowing-you.html' title='the gift of knowing you'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqBGADpJH_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/2ZmaKHtjROk/s72-c/lgSimplyThankYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8906830708528740127</id><published>2007-07-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:13:33.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiosyncrasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;according to my records, this would be my 46th post since the creation of meek-demeanour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has been a month or more since i left enchanting-memories.&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i realized my life revolved more or less with the word - school.&lt;br /&gt;school has become part of me ( isn't it glaringly blatant? how rhetoric. )&lt;br /&gt;school is also a time sucker.&lt;br /&gt;it deprived me of my social life.&lt;br /&gt;school can kill, can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has been draggy enough.&lt;br /&gt;lessons after lessons, it is enough to tire me out.&lt;br /&gt;guitar was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;learn the ropes of strumming to the song of somewhere over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the classmates have muttered that i have changed.&lt;br /&gt;changed in terms of my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;they felt as though i was the alfred they no longer know.&lt;br /&gt;i questioned and asked for supplementary feed backs.&lt;br /&gt;all they did was they commented about my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i could not foresee that coming.&lt;br /&gt;it sure was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad they had the boldness to speak up and tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;at least i can discerned how they feel towards me.&lt;br /&gt;the change might be because of stress? to put it simply, o have no idea myself.&lt;br /&gt;i don’t wish to go on further with more guesses.&lt;br /&gt;all I have to do is to try and change,&lt;br /&gt;change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;since the beginning of year 2, I have become more uncouth.&lt;br /&gt;with words reeked of vulgarities spitting out.&lt;br /&gt;this has to end no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;everything that has a beginning, has an end.&lt;br /&gt;but the question is, when does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother dropped by and picked me up after guitar lessons.&lt;br /&gt;we headed on to lor liew lian where we had supper.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered a plate of noodles together with Chinese sausages and hash brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGjIp4R9PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tLvdya3MSWg/s1600-h/Image030_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGjIp4R9PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tLvdya3MSWg/s320/Image030_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089528422981563634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it amount to a total of 3 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;it is believed that each item alone cost 1 dollar each.&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, that coffee shop was run by cheenas; seemingly from china.&lt;br /&gt;i would encourage all not to patronize them.&lt;br /&gt;you are so gonna be the one losing out eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sibling chanced upon this while we were in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGjzJ4R9QI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OnFlA_Jlv-s/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGjzJ4R9QI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OnFlA_Jlv-s/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089529153126003970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i should share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;it has no meaning whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;i’m trying to portray how one have vandalized  public property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;time to get on down on a ride to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;good night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;may the sweet dreams be with you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8906830708528740127?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8906830708528740127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8906830708528740127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8906830708528740127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8906830708528740127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/idiosyncrasy.html' title='idiosyncrasy'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RqGjIp4R9PI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tLvdya3MSWg/s72-c/Image030_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8669987999290727896</id><published>2007-07-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:10:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is in a mad chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having to turn in at 1am the day before and crawling out of bed at an exceptionally early time, 6am, one one could not help but trudged his/her feet to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm feeling green today.&lt;br /&gt;green with envy that is.&lt;br /&gt;reason being, 2 of my friends whom i met last night has no school.&lt;br /&gt;those kukunadens can sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T!&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;oh weekends, please come by soon.&lt;br /&gt;thou yearns for you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a draggy wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;the day started out facing teacher moon whose speech was kept at a reiterated mode.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped lecture before heading on to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp44IjpJH8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/tFVFLWpuKbc/s1600-h/Image028_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp44IjpJH8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/tFVFLWpuKbc/s320/Image028_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088566348633153474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i couldn't help but to draw this amidst the on-going lecture.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i was bored and i catch no ball.&lt;br /&gt;rather, i couldn't understand what was taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp44lzpJH9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/UUrsqnmUd7o/s1600-h/Image012_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp44lzpJH9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/UUrsqnmUd7o/s320/Image012_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088566851144327122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;the mood depicted in this blog post should be of one that is immense in life's trepidation &amp; tribulation.&lt;br /&gt;not one that portrays a mood of elation &amp;amp; jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;right, aplenty of tautologies used. please pardon me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only blog-worthy thing to share today was the "free" lunch treat at KFC!&lt;br /&gt;now tell me, who doesn't want free food huh?&lt;br /&gt;i was astounded when my care person ( the lecturer assigned to taking care of our class) agreed to treat the entire class for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;and i got my worth by having 2 piece of chicken, meltz, a drink and mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;time to head to the gym to lose those fats baby!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, in other news, have i ever tell you my weight?&lt;br /&gt;no? yes? maybe so?&lt;br /&gt;well, how would you like to guess my weight?&lt;br /&gt;yes. you should.&lt;br /&gt;TAG ME AT THE TAGBOARD AND GUESS MY WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;the winner gets free kisses from yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;please show your moral support by tagging yes?&lt;br /&gt;you will? great!&lt;br /&gt;now stop reading this and head straight for the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 3 minutes past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;time for me to get some "beauty" sleep to keep myself recharged and rejuvenated for a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE WEDNESDAY, HELLO THURSDAY!&lt;br /&gt;*big wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i wondered, what lies ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how long till my hunger is fed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8669987999290727896?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8669987999290727896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8669987999290727896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8669987999290727896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8669987999290727896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/world-is-in-mad-chaos.html' title='the world is in a mad chaos'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp44IjpJH8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/tFVFLWpuKbc/s72-c/Image028_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4625886150316971547</id><published>2007-07-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:32:25.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it lovin' that you want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp4-DDpJH-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Svbi95txllM/s1600-h/Image000_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp4-DDpJH-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Svbi95txllM/s320/Image000_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088572851213639650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camwhoring; the addiction;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this picture while window shopping my time away at tampines metro along with my fellow classmates.&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for time to pass in order to be on time to meet munirah at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;we took a cab down to toa payoh to meet matthew. after which, we proceeded to macs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun chit chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed matthew's lame jokes thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;that bugger is one hell of a joker.&lt;br /&gt;he can brighten up your moody days i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;you doubt me? try his daily dose of his witty humor and you will know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;yes matthew. i know you wanted me to blog about you oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;but i really have no idea what i should go on saying.&lt;br /&gt;the articulation is not there you see.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know. these are excuses.&lt;br /&gt;*looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bodyguards then escorted pincess munirah home before i walked matthew home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a nice guy please.&lt;br /&gt;and those two fellows have no school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;whereas as for your truly, i have to report at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;GAWDDAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;oh great. we forgot to camwhore guys.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i felt something is lacking when we parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better be of now.&lt;br /&gt;i won't dare to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm hot and your not;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4625886150316971547?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4625886150316971547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4625886150316971547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4625886150316971547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4625886150316971547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-lovin-that-you-want.html' title='is it lovin&apos; that you want?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Rp4-DDpJH-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Svbi95txllM/s72-c/Image000_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-819174430494674921</id><published>2007-07-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:24:41.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuXIDpJH2I/AAAAAAAAATE/5M3iiF6mhBc/s1600-h/pic10219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuXIDpJH2I/AAAAAAAAATE/5M3iiF6mhBc/s320/pic10219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087826368717725538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuW9TpJH1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/vFOyu_EiMzU/s1600-h/pic08345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuW9TpJH1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/vFOyu_EiMzU/s320/pic08345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087826184034131794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuW1TpJH0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/411_hui3VrU/s1600-h/pic26038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuW1TpJH0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/411_hui3VrU/s320/pic26038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087826046595178306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuWuTpJHzI/AAAAAAAAASs/LO_9QGiXl2Q/s1600-h/pic12793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuWuTpJHzI/AAAAAAAAASs/LO_9QGiXl2Q/s320/pic12793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087825926336094002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuWkjpJHyI/AAAAAAAAASk/gEDBdb5xMu8/s1600-h/pic13513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuWkjpJHyI/AAAAAAAAASk/gEDBdb5xMu8/s320/pic13513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087825758832369442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuWXDpJHxI/AAAAAAAAASc/u57BevEzFvE/s1600-h/pic12045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuWXDpJHxI/AAAAAAAAASc/u57BevEzFvE/s320/pic12045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087825526904135442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna picture blog today.&lt;br /&gt;and these pictures needs no description.&lt;br /&gt;it's self explanatory, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the above was extracted from an email sent to me. please do not read in too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pardon me,my dear readers for this explicit blog post.&lt;br /&gt;life is taking it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;and even right now,while attempting to finish typing this post, my eyes are shutting down on me.&lt;br /&gt;this is a sign, a signal for me to get on to bed.&lt;br /&gt;been JAVA-ing the entire day in school with some of my fellow classmates.&lt;br /&gt;in addition to that, i had dinner ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;yes, read this. ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm getting used to going home alone and all.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no hard feelings intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met moe at the bus stop today.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;and that bugger has become a total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAT&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, LIN! sorry for not been able to accompany you to retrieve your book tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i sense the importance and your urgency to do so.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright folks. to bed i shall go.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A BLUE BLUE MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have your say, but it's now my turn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet dreams my LA ex;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-819174430494674921?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/819174430494674921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=819174430494674921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/819174430494674921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/819174430494674921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/beauty-of-grace-is-that-it-makes-life.html' title='the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpuXIDpJH2I/AAAAAAAAATE/5M3iiF6mhBc/s72-c/pic10219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-5479422137559384086</id><published>2007-07-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:19:20.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the entrace of destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the moment fatigue took its gripped on me, i knew the day ahead would be a gloomy one.&lt;br /&gt;and true enough, it was.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be bothered to answer the questions thrown at me and went on further to shrug my parents off for their choice of food during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i can be that heartless huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i do ponder over the eternal questions one would often asked and wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long day for me despite the fact that i did nothing concrete since morning.&lt;br /&gt;i slothed my time away staying glues to the television, getting caught in my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was next before church followed.&lt;br /&gt;the rides back to and fro has subsequently drained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend flew by in a breeze and in a few hours time, a new week is about to commence.&lt;br /&gt;this means a busy schedule would begin to take its place where the elusiveness of time meets the never ending demands of projects.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, the oncoming lab tests and quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what poly is all about.&lt;br /&gt;it's not as slacked as you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;if you wish to stick to your worthless convention, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get something concrete to do.&lt;br /&gt;good bye blogger.&lt;br /&gt;will update again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-5479422137559384086?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5479422137559384086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=5479422137559384086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5479422137559384086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/5479422137559384086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/entrace-of-destiny.html' title='the entrace of destiny'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-3176376945159841946</id><published>2007-07-14T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:53:34.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in this life, i was loved by you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no idea why i'm i doing this but i'm gonna post videos from youtube.&lt;br /&gt;take time to listen and tell me which video you adore.&lt;br /&gt;PS: they are all music videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5VvvVxuKko"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5VvvVxuKko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Jub-YB671Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Jub-YB671Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6EQAOmJrbw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6EQAOmJrbw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/quHVm9ri7aI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/quHVm9ri7aI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7taFtKZEDA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7taFtKZEDA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1Vql2KG28Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1Vql2KG28Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AAkR5cZbaI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AAkR5cZbaI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;gotta head on down to my aunty's house for dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;you be good yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-3176376945159841946?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3176376945159841946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=3176376945159841946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3176376945159841946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/3176376945159841946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-this-life-i-was-loved-by-you.html' title='in this life, i was loved by you'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7812999696806512574</id><published>2007-07-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:39:54.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA is the LOVE! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpueRTpJH7I/AAAAAAAAATs/sZwrlQxuAUE/s1600-h/Image014_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpueRTpJH7I/AAAAAAAAATs/sZwrlQxuAUE/s320/Image014_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087834224212910002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpueJzpJH6I/AAAAAAAAATk/odpOfpiwoJ8/s1600-h/Image010_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpueJzpJH6I/AAAAAAAAATk/odpOfpiwoJ8/s320/Image010_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087834095363891106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0gakS91wI/AAAAAAAAAQc/k98KnivSrz8/s1600-h/Image017_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0gakS91wI/AAAAAAAAAQc/k98KnivSrz8/s320/Image017_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083755195163072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0gB0S91vI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9_ssyR1Zzjo/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0gB0S91vI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9_ssyR1Zzjo/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083754769961309938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0f3US91uI/AAAAAAAAAQM/O1fdLowdfbE/s1600-h/Image001_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0f3US91uI/AAAAAAAAAQM/O1fdLowdfbE/s320/Image001_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083754589572683490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0fbES91rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IMnB8nQSFgk/s1600-h/Image016_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0fbES91rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IMnB8nQSFgk/s320/Image016_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083754104241378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0fRUS91qI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zwJ44jqXTs0/s1600-h/Image019_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0fRUS91qI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zwJ44jqXTs0/s320/Image019_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083753936737654434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;memories are short lived, only photos last;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE sentosa millions!&lt;br /&gt;the scenery, the peace serenity, the friendly stuff ( okay, maybe not that friendly ),&lt;br /&gt;the SUN &amp;amp; most importantly, the company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa for 2 consecutive weeks with nad and yi long.&lt;br /&gt;tanning was the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;sight-seeing was another.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, yi long and i couldn't take our eyes away from those cute puppies and dogs having fun bathing under the scorching hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7812999696806512574?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7812999696806512574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7812999696806512574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7812999696806512574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7812999696806512574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/sentosa-is-love.html' title='SENTOSA is the LOVE! (:'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpueRTpJH7I/AAAAAAAAATs/sZwrlQxuAUE/s72-c/Image014_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7229740246355715539</id><published>2007-07-13T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:01:42.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aint that a kick in the head</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be your best friend, you can be my valentine;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i skipped school today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had to sacrifice school for something else which is equally important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, i have no intention in revealing it if you wanna know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here i am trying to blog at 12.51am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brain has currently malfunctioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the right words don't seem to flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO E-MOE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are legal now yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't have to smoke in obscurity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your a total mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't you dare disagree wit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a fantabulous dinner with mum and dad as it was their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wedding anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought, when would be my first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOHO, yes i'm drifting away from reality once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate using the desktop's keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so not alfred friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for cell group right after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was GOOD. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better be off now lest i could not wake up in time for SENTOSA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good night world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if every simple song i wrote to you would take your breath away, i'd write it all;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;PS: I LOVE MY WIFEY EMMA WATSON! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7229740246355715539?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7229740246355715539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7229740246355715539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7229740246355715539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7229740246355715539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/aint-that-kick-in-head.html' title='aint that a kick in the head'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4448229436735395496</id><published>2007-07-12T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:24:23.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the confusion &amp; the aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpYcXDpJHvI/AAAAAAAAASM/LdKUo3blqr8/s1600-h/Image002_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpYcXDpJHvI/AAAAAAAAASM/LdKUo3blqr8/s320/Image002_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086284011601993458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the latest eye candy in town&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you can't resist me, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the mother dropped by temasek polytechnic and picked up her precious son ( ME! ) for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i had to skip guitar lessons tonight due to unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm missing my weekly strumming of the guitar already.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at bedok central.&lt;br /&gt;a bowl of chinese sausage with chicken &amp; rice, a plate of crispy rojak, the infamous ( according to my friend who quote, saying it's delicious )  char kway tiao and the hot and sizzling fish curry served in claypot, accompanied with a piece of bread.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY YUMMYLICIOUS YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALFRED IS A HAPPY MAN TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm skipping school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;for that, for the record, i must it's my first time doing so.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a good boy please.&lt;br /&gt;WHY? you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;i've got some other commitments to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;hence, the sacrifice of school.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the classmates will keep me informed whatever the lecturers go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, time to get back to what i'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the tanning session at sentosa on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing before i leave officially.&lt;br /&gt;do remember to catch my wife in action yes?&lt;br /&gt;the latest installment of harry potter is out yo!&lt;br /&gt;CATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpYdQjpJHwI/AAAAAAAAASU/UrPvMYAwLoU/s1600-h/Image010_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpYdQjpJHwI/AAAAAAAAASU/UrPvMYAwLoU/s320/Image010_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086284999444471554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my beloved wife; aint she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-4448229436735395496?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4448229436735395496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4448229436735395496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4448229436735395496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4448229436735395496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-confusion-aftermath.html' title='in the confusion &amp; the aftermath'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpYcXDpJHvI/AAAAAAAAASM/LdKUo3blqr8/s72-c/Image002_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6361904311554816623</id><published>2007-07-11T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:00:10.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down that old road with the stars above</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell the world I found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love that turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;They need to know that they can taste and see.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday I’m praying&lt;br /&gt;Just to give my heart away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to live for Jesus&lt;br /&gt;So that someone else might see that&lt;br /&gt;He is everything to me ♥&lt;br /&gt;He’s more than a story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than words on a page of history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for time to pass can be such a dread sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;not when you want to print something using the school computer, only to receive a screwed up attitude from the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently waiting for my friend to finish her work so we could proceed to another lab to print our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;there is a JAVA lab test tomorrow, which my gut feeling says i would not make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH JAVA, PLEASE GO EASY ON ME TOMORROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life stinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPENDUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTahkS917I/AAAAAAAAAR0/uMa2evmRxMA/s1600-h/miss_you_by_tragicmemories_stock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTahkS917I/AAAAAAAAAR0/uMa2evmRxMA/s320/miss_you_by_tragicmemories_stock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085930149421897650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can you believed i actually blogged thrice today?&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm bored, but i have this sudden thing to update.&lt;br /&gt;a fetish maybe?&lt;br /&gt;wierd isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw masnurie from afar today!&lt;br /&gt;i sms-ed her and told her about it.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;SADDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got the sudden urge to upload my secondary class photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTiIUS919I/AAAAAAAAASE/DvfxsBx9Q5g/s1600-h/4e2+formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTiIUS919I/AAAAAAAAASE/DvfxsBx9Q5g/s320/4e2+formal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085938511723222994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTh-ES918I/AAAAAAAAAR8/WhbcZ9g2tM4/s1600-h/4e2+candid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTh-ES918I/AAAAAAAAAR8/WhbcZ9g2tM4/s320/4e2+candid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085938335629563842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miss this KICK ASS class of mine.&lt;br /&gt;they are the LOVE i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i shall end.&lt;br /&gt;gotta get my ass back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;yes, thou shall not be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6361904311554816623?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6361904311554816623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6361904311554816623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6361904311554816623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6361904311554816623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/down-that-old-road-with-stars-above.html' title='down that old road with the stars above'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpTahkS917I/AAAAAAAAAR0/uMa2evmRxMA/s72-c/miss_you_by_tragicmemories_stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6574211777771241345</id><published>2007-07-11T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:21:36.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .&lt;br /&gt;thought i should share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;because NICE people &lt;u&gt;like me&lt;/u&gt; share stuff.&lt;br /&gt;not like those who holds a part time job at the wet market and have to get up in the wee hours of the morning to sell fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLOW DANCE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6574211777771241345?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6574211777771241345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6574211777771241345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6574211777771241345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6574211777771241345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/slow-dance.html' title='slow dance'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6228855771581196212</id><published>2007-07-11T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:20:09.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The virgin girl is on the phone and&lt;br /&gt;asks her boyfriend to come over and have dinner with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out&lt;br /&gt;and make love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has&lt;br /&gt;never had sexbefore, so he takes a trip to the&lt;br /&gt;pharmacist to getsome condoms. He tells the pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;it's his first time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about&lt;br /&gt;an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the boy everything there is to&lt;br /&gt;know about condoms and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks&lt;br /&gt;the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack,&lt;br /&gt;10-pack, or family pack. The boy insists on the family&lt;br /&gt;pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being&lt;br /&gt;his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the&lt;br /&gt;girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the&lt;br /&gt;door. "Oh, I'mso excited for you to meet my parents,&lt;br /&gt;come on in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes inside and is taken to the&lt;br /&gt;dinner table where the girl's parents are seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still&lt;br /&gt;deep in prayer,with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement&lt;br /&gt;from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head&lt;br /&gt;down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this&lt;br /&gt;religious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, "I&lt;br /&gt;had no idea your father was a pharmacist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morale of the story: don't buy condoms alone.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please just don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6228855771581196212?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6228855771581196212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6228855771581196212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6228855771581196212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6228855771581196212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-to-tell.html' title='a story to tell'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-32797040669629524</id><published>2007-07-10T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:40:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first love yourself, then you can love someone else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can change someone  else, then you have saved someone else;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a very important announcement to make.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting married this coming saturday, at the Grand Hayatt hotel.&lt;br /&gt;invitation cards have been sent and if you are wondering when will you be getting yours, i say in the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;don't be shocked nor alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to kid you.&lt;br /&gt;it was all so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;the girlfriend's mum wanted us to get married quickly and i have no idea why either.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad i found my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;presenting to all, my wife --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMMA WATSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpOyI0S915I/AAAAAAAAARk/z_lz07b8CQI/s1600-h/Image026_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpOyI0S915I/AAAAAAAAARk/z_lz07b8CQI/s320/Image026_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085604268778313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't she one of the cutest species you ever meet on earth, yes?&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going gaga over her lately.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she is my orgy.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the hot girl, Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Order of phoenix is out in 2 days time!!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to catch it yo.&lt;br /&gt;but first, let me be done and over with TRANSFORMERS.&lt;br /&gt;this is a call to anyone who hasn't watch transformers.&lt;br /&gt;please make bookings with yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i would like to share an sms i received from a friend yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;i burst into laughter the moment i read it and felt that it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;the message goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today is the international day for people with special needs. Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend just as i've done. i don't care if you lick windows, interact with farm animals, sniff tires or occasionally shit on yourself. You hang in there sunshine. You're special."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we really need such LAME and irrelevant sms-es to perk up our days.&lt;br /&gt;yes, please nod if you agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go into much details about school before i burst into a bitch fit and start complaining / yakking / ranting / whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do JAVA but all was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the deviation and distractions left me doing nothing concrete.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the procrastinations again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpO1m0S916I/AAAAAAAAARs/1urMX6QAD1A/s1600-h/Image015_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpO1m0S916I/AAAAAAAAARs/1urMX6QAD1A/s320/Image015_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085608082709272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before i go, the group picture i managed to upload.&lt;br /&gt;the bluetooth refused to cooperate with thee in the uploading of photos.&lt;br /&gt;hang in there girls.&lt;br /&gt;i will make sure all the pictures get to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;the only ROSE among the THORNS.&lt;br /&gt;beat that munirah.&lt;br /&gt;*sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead-beat.&lt;br /&gt;shall be off to be lest i suffer from the lack of sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;school's at 8am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-32797040669629524?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/32797040669629524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=32797040669629524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/32797040669629524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/32797040669629524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-nowhere.html' title='the end of nowhere'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpOyI0S915I/AAAAAAAAARk/z_lz07b8CQI/s72-c/Image026_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-7305527219431658217</id><published>2007-07-09T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:33:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories are shortlived, only photos last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8HkS913I/AAAAAAAAARU/NYMDOhz8Bkc/s1600-h/alfred.cas.lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8HkS913I/AAAAAAAAARU/NYMDOhz8Bkc/s320/alfred.cas.lin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085263398698866546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8EUS912I/AAAAAAAAARM/rSemMbwnIgo/s1600-h/the+rose+among+the+thorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8EUS912I/AAAAAAAAARM/rSemMbwnIgo/s320/the+rose+among+the+thorns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085263342864291682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8A0S911I/AAAAAAAAARE/8eMz4w9nigs/s1600-h/OUCH.+that+hurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8A0S911I/AAAAAAAAARE/8eMz4w9nigs/s320/OUCH.+that+hurts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085263282734749522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't resist clicking the "add image" icon on the navigation bar of blogger as soon as i managed to lay my hands of those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;talk about those memories back in the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;awww. i'm getting all nostalgic once again.&lt;br /&gt;don't you all think i look REEEAALLLYYY cute?&lt;br /&gt;i'm always the rose among the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;and this is  an understatement as i just returned after meeting lin, nad and mun for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yes women, i will get the pictures to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at subway was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;we decided to eat healthy for once.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;bump into timonthy, one of the churchies and my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother's sister, her husband and her son.&lt;br /&gt;what a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brand new week has yet again commenced.&lt;br /&gt;what lies ahead of me would prolly be bookings with projects, assignments and lab test.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i would have to start sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;and it seems to my observation that everyone is falling ill.&lt;br /&gt;i guessed as much it has to do with the weather.&lt;br /&gt;you know, global warming?&lt;br /&gt;so much for live earth and going green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the latest 8 days mac and yet again, daniel radcliffe was on its cover.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EMMA WATSON&lt;/span&gt; is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is gawd damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PRETTY&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna get her to marry me; that is if she wants a dude who has moobs and a fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;i shall upload her pictures to this blog site soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes. it's 2.29am now.&lt;br /&gt;i better be off to bed lest the hang overs.&lt;br /&gt;good night to you, little world of mine.&lt;br /&gt;be nice to me or else i will fry you.&lt;br /&gt;*HOHOHO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someday, i will understand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-7305527219431658217?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7305527219431658217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=7305527219431658217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7305527219431658217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/7305527219431658217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/memories-are-shortlived-only-photos.html' title='memories are shortlived, only photos last'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ8HkS913I/AAAAAAAAARU/NYMDOhz8Bkc/s72-c/alfred.cas.lin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-8744121876424158906</id><published>2007-07-08T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:43:49.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my december</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpKB2kS914I/AAAAAAAAARc/JB3UYB_avcc/s1600-h/ththredfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpKB2kS914I/AAAAAAAAARc/JB3UYB_avcc/s320/ththredfriend.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085269703710857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i skipped church as i was still feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;the day started out with me getting up as early at 8, had breakfast before i head on back to bed at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;got myself a bonus of 4 hours of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing concrete was done today.&lt;br /&gt;it was practical a day set out for yours truly to have a plenty rest.&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope i would be fit for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;typical students who do not wished to be late, and is often the first among all to reached school pay more attention to his/her attendance.&lt;br /&gt;one such RARE species is yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing blog worthy to share.&lt;br /&gt;shall penned off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how about the one with that pretty smile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-8744121876424158906?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8744121876424158906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=8744121876424158906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8744121876424158906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/8744121876424158906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-december.html' title='my december'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpKB2kS914I/AAAAAAAAARc/JB3UYB_avcc/s72-c/ththredfriend.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6167413311151600309</id><published>2007-07-07T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:16:01.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where were you when i needed you most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ6j0S910I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iFivEXe_AV4/s1600-h/z57075831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ6j0S910I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iFivEXe_AV4/s320/z57075831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085261685006915394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;despite the fact that i was feeling shivery and my body was burning hot, the siblings refused to believed me that i'm down with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;they thought otherwise and had this mentality that i fall sick for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you guys thought it was a ploy.&lt;br /&gt;thanks. you made my day a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church conference was alright.&lt;br /&gt;was fidgety the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't had the mood as i was ill.&lt;br /&gt;the stomach is feeling uncomfortable too.&lt;br /&gt;i had to contained my fart and run to to the toilet when needed.&lt;br /&gt;it feels sick to be sicked.&lt;br /&gt;( if you can understand what i mean in the above statement, good for you. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness mummy came to pick the siblings up and head on for supper as i didn't had the appetite.&lt;br /&gt;am also glad i saw ms eng today.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i really yearned for now is SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;i shall bid everyone a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't dream it's over;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6167413311151600309?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6167413311151600309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6167413311151600309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6167413311151600309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6167413311151600309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-were-you-when-i-needed-you-most.html' title='where were you when i needed you most?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/RpJ6j0S910I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iFivEXe_AV4/s72-c/z57075831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-4008891583821924580</id><published>2007-07-06T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:45:23.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long sweet summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro4S-US91zI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/914AwcaqUkA/s1600-h/24054306858951l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084021891157317426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro4S-US91zI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/914AwcaqUkA/s320/24054306858951l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woman can be such a pain sometimes. don't you all men agree with me on that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was, nonetheless, a tiring day at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm experienceing occasional headaches now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess, the remedy to the aforementioned is SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TGIF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god it's friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's welcome the weekends with open arms shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*gives a wide smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know if i'm gonna have enough rest over the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have things to do and projects to take care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to mention, church events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a conference to attend later thsi evening and another on saturday; not forgetting, sunday service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to sacrifice watching transformers wih edric today because he end school at 5pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( and that is friggin' late i tell you. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, MR BONG EEW FART EDRIC, please do not go around saying i PANG SEH you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never once did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blame it on our schedules which clashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunch at SAKURA was the LOVE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt so guilty as i see my beloved 20 dollars which remained in my bank account till today, has vanished in thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANNOUNCMENT: i'm BROKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the perfect song to drown my sorrows to would definitely be "glamorous" by fergie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if you ain't got no money take you broke ass home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh life, please be nice to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recently, i have been in a foul mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much so that i would burst into a mode of hurling vulgarities whenever i got irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this has to cease man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's affecting me oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i yearned to have my life at my disposal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that i wouldn't have to feel down trodden or sinking to bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wretched one;&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3098506814235906056-4008891583821924580?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4008891583821924580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=4008891583821924580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4008891583821924580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/4008891583821924580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='so long sweet summer'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro4S-US91zI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/914AwcaqUkA/s72-c/24054306858951l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-191212635954878114</id><published>2007-07-05T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:35:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get away from misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0aAkS91pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WYR4HVy2ImI/s1600-h/warp(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083748151416706706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0aAkS91pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WYR4HVy2ImI/s320/warp%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&amp; they say ugly is the new beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas! i'm done with the presentation i stayed up till 3am the previous night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;together with my classmate,&lt;br /&gt;we were busy editing the powerpoint slides in a bid to ensure the presence of clarity and the right contents.&lt;br /&gt;hence, the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and a lack of sleep gives me the hang overs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also glad that i'm done with the JAVA quiz i did not really have much time to study for; for which i have attained a mark of 14/20.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been bitter sweet i must add.&lt;br /&gt;i'm struggling with a financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i have no qualms about letting you guys know about this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with a pathetic 20 dollars in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;don't question me why for i shall deem this as irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;so, the equation can be summed up as follows:&lt;br /&gt;no money = misery&lt;br /&gt;no money = less meet up with friends for movies, dinner etc&lt;br /&gt;less meet up with friends = despondent&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, i even had to resort to borrowing money from my classmates in order for me to join them for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;oh thy pitiful soul!&lt;br /&gt;life has deal me with a huge blow i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept in the library while waiting for time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;you see, when one is dead beat and needs sleep BADLY, he/she would gradually seize any opportunity to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not surprise with myself, tugged to a cosy sofa, literally catching a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;after 8 gruelling hours in school, coupled with another 1 &amp; a half hours of guitar,&lt;br /&gt;i'm completely drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how wonderful it is when one feels like sleeping in, only to learn that lessons begins at 8am in the morning the following day.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes. i guess i better be off now.&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.24am already.&lt;br /&gt;GEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so say reality is harsh;&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/3098506814235906056-191212635954878114?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/191212635954878114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=191212635954878114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/191212635954878114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/191212635954878114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-get-away-from-misery.html' title='can&apos;t get away from misery'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P-nMibyjwug/Ro0aAkS91pI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WYR4HVy2ImI/s72-c/warp%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098506814235906056.post-6228665564628803249</id><published>2007-07-04T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:46:24.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you read my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBORAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mid week wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;i was jumping for joy as i managed to scrap pass doing my art review and also completing the project part 1 of networking infra structure.&lt;br /&gt;it tears me to learn that my art teacher has resigned.&lt;br /&gt;just as i begin to see art in a different perspective, this has to happen.&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to update about.&lt;br /&gt;been really lethargic these days.&lt;br /&gt;i've got tons of work to take care of and i could see it piling up as days goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3098506814235906056-6228665564628803249?l=meek-demeanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6228665564628803249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3098506814235906056&amp;postID=6228665564628803249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6228665564628803249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3098506814235906056/posts/default/6228665564628803249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meek-demeanour.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-you-read-my-mind.html' title='can you read my mind?'/><author><name>from dusk till dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414121507315089420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
