<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:17:50.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY LiFe's A mEsSy RoAd</title><subtitle type='html'>First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win. 
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I am such a couch potato. I can watch tv shows from morning till night. I can get all emotional watching movies and tv shows. Maybe because I'm a girl.. And I cry at every emotional scene. The weird thing is..I love crying over every corny scene and every corny song.. I even get emotional when I read spoilers!! My goodness. It will affect me so much.. :) Am enjoying my last long holiday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115660981601646834?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115660981601646834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115660981601646834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115660981601646834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115660981601646834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/08/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115574963402273012</id><published>2006-08-17T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:58.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1) Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) Ifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3) Shalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4) Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5) Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6) Zahidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7) Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8) Haireel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9) Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10) Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11) Herry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12) Alfie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13) Ogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14) Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;15) Pamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;16) Runni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;17) Huda Madrasah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;18) Farhan SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;19) Haikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;20) Zuhri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1.When did you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I met her on freshmen orientation 2003. Sat next to her on the bus ride back to SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.What will you do if you never meet 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I would feel ..empty. Neglected. Alone. Desperate. Can't imagine life without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3.What will you do if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wan &amp; Zuhri? Haha..Seeing tt they're my friends...I don't mind. I'll support them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.Do 6 and 7 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zahidah &amp;amp; Karen? Not unless you mean projects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5.Describe 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love shalu. I think she's the funniest assy-bitch i know. She can make a tense moment into a fun one without batting an eyelash. She has a tough exterior but she's all heart. She make me laugh every day in secondary school :) I miss her loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6.Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haireel? With his hair now? Okla...I'd rather his old hair. Kinda cool and funky minus the wake up look that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7.Tell me about 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She's smart and she denies it :p I loved her old hair coz it fell into place each time. And gawd, I love her old fringe..Hehe. She's great. She always make me laugh during projects to ease the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8.Do you know any 12's family member?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alfie? She's my boy-toy's sister. She has a younger sister, Alfa Raihana. I met her entire family. Sat at CCK pizza hut together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9.What's 8 favourite thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A cross between his bed and a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10.What would you do if 11 confessed that he/she likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Herry? I've known him since I can remember. He's like a brother to me. In my 19 years he's never fallen for me so what's going to change tt? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11.What language does 15 always speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;English and Chinese. What's cool is that she speaks Malay to her grandmother coz she's mixed blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No one actually...Single, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13.How old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Runni is 19 years old this year as of 24th May 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14.When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I sms-ed her on the 16th of august. Counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;15.Who's 2 favourite singer/band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She has a lot of favourite singer. Tyler Hilton, Taufik Batisah, Khairul Anuar, Good Charlotte, Hilary Duff etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;16.Would you date 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Andrea? Haha.. As much as I love her as my best friends, like no. We would laugh all day if we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;17.What's 7 favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;18.Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nope. She's taken, dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;19.What's 10 last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Melvin Chan.. Haha...Should know coz I sat in front of him during sec 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;20.Would you ever be in a relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nah...too much like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;21.What school does 3 goes to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sadly, Ngee Ann Poly..Don't get to see her often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;22.What can you say about 18?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Overall nice guy. Met him during the game planning of Freshmen Orientation 2004. Funny, weird guy. Can click ... One of the few malay guys in DBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;23.Where does 6 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Redhill...I like her house. So cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;24.What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Her sense of finance and how she transformed her looks from her secondary school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;25.Have you seen 1 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haha...Like no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MY 10 FAVOURITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite colours: Black, Red, White, Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite food: Western and JP Banquet regular dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite songs: Currently it's Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite movies: Pirates of the Carribbean, Click.. (ever-changing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite sports: Running, Badminton,Watching soccer :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite season: Err..Rainy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite day of the week: Not Saturday or Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite ice-cream flavour: Raspberry, Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite Countries: Singapore, America, Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite things: Laptop, One Tree Hill DVDs, Aman's ring, Adidas watch, Ipod nano, hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current mood: Anxiety for the coming exam papers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current clothes: Yellow Pyjamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current desktop: Acer laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current toe nail colour: Never changed since the day I was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current time: 0115hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current annoyance: The glaring of the screen and the droopy eyes &amp; examinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Current thoughts: Bila mau tido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your 8 firsts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First best friend: Ismalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First crush: This dude in my tarian in K2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First movie: A fight between Ninja Turtles or Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First piercing: Too little to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First lie: Can't remember what it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First music: Maybe my father sang sth? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First car: Car-pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First cry: 4th July 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your 7 lasts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last cigarette: Never start how to last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last drink: Kelapa babe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last car ride: 2 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last crush: Aman..Forever and ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last movie seen: Click at JP with Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last phonecall: Forever Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last cd played: One Tree Hill Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your 6 Have you evers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have you ever date one of your bestfriend: Yes. Dating him now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have you ever broken the laws: Perhaps. Can't think of one at the moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have you ever been arrested: Not unless you count police &amp;amp; thief games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have you ever been on TV: Yup..for the Splace thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have you ever kiss some one that u dont know: Like, no. Kiss a screen picture of Justin and Chad... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5 things that you are wearing: pyjamas, undergarments, chain, ring, headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4 things you've done today: Woke up, send sarah to school, took an exam and blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3 things you heard right now: Car sounds, Motor sounds and the irritating clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thing you cannot live without: Family, Faith, Friends and Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things you do when u are bored: Blog, Surf net, watch DVDs, draw nonsense, listen to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PEOPLE I WILL TAG: Anyone who bothers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115574963402273012?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115574963402273012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115574963402273012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115574963402273012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115574963402273012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115522364558956964</id><published>2006-08-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:58.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In every "season" of your life, a song will represent it. In my 19 years, I've listened to songs that really enveloped my feelings. But "Like A Man Possessed" by The Get Up Kids were great. Though not heavy on the lyrics, the rhythm of the song and how he sang it...could possibly make me cry. Perhaps because I remembered when the song was playing on One Tree Hill. I connected Nathan's car crash to the song and it fits ever so perfectly. I would remember that scene and get teary-eyed :P It's stupid but it worked. That's a power song. Hati berat seh dengar. Which is great. I always loved a song that would get me emotionally involved and this song simply blew me away :) A warning to everyone...The song is a like a slow, alternative rock ballad kind...May not appeal to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115522364558956964?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115522364558956964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115522364558956964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115522364558956964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115522364558956964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-song.html' title='Sad song'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115505455258271011</id><published>2006-08-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Perasaan marah tetap dihati. Mereka ASSUME je yang Ain AKAN buat segala-galanya. Ain will wait on her hands and feet for this project. Ain is not the phase leader k? I hate to be angry at my friends over projects. I hate it. Ain bukan ape. Rasanye macam tak adil kalau ain je yang asik kena edit, kena buat appendix, kena buat citation. Mcm gitu korang sumer takya jadi phase leader pe. Ain je yang jadi. Please la. Ain tak suka buat project jugak but Ain did her share last phase. Ain pun fras pe. Timbang rasa la sikit. Mana sikap gotong royong korang? Alamak. Jangann la bila buat project tgk video atau friendster. Kata je nak buat project tapi bila tgk sebelah com. sumer buat benda yang tak sepatutnye. Biler mau game gini mcm? Abeh nanti ape2, Ain la tanggung. Ye la..Ain ade laptop. So? Ain takde hidup jugak la? Ain blh tlg edit report. But citation? Appendix pun? Ain muka robot ke? Sorry la eh. Sumer takde initiative. Kena Ain vent baru nak gerak. Ain really hate it. Please take full responsibility la. Please. Because Ain cannot take it anymore. Your phase, your responsibility. I don't care if u have work or wanna go out with friends. If I sacrificed for you, then do it for ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115505455258271011?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115505455258271011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115505455258271011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115505455258271011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115505455258271011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/08/responsibilities.html' title='Responsibilities'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115505371666388461</id><published>2006-08-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:58.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibilites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115505371666388461?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115505371666388461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115505371666388461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115505371666388461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115505371666388461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/08/responsibilites.html' title='Responsibilites'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115453571120147388</id><published>2006-08-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Everyone has a soundtrack to their own life. I always like tt saying. Yet, I'm the one who's mixed up about myself. Who am I? What am I? What was I made to do? I see no clear path ahead of me. I remember when I was in the midst of studying for my mother tongue o levels, I reminded myself that by the following year, I would be thinking back, smiling about it all. Right about now, I don't see myself with a future. What am I suppose to be? Administration worker, receptionist, actress, housewife? What does Ain consist of? My goals have been so short-term these past few years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watched one tree hill just now. Peyton was talking to herself. I was wondering, what would my inner me be saying to me? Haiz. I can't even make that prediction. And now, I'm just babbling. I don't know what I want. I don't know what I have passion for anymore. Everything I try is just... average. What does Ain do best? Send me a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115453571120147388?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115453571120147388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115453571120147388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115453571120147388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115453571120147388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/08/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115328120653295534</id><published>2006-07-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ain made up that joke okay. I said it before anyone did. During RM. When Mrs Angie Tang asked one of the guys to close the back door coz birds might just fly in. I made that joke. Everyone else echoed through me. Stop taking credit for what I said. Disappointing. I should have a right to be upset. Don't tell me to keep it to myself. You just don't understand these days. You still don't. This is me. Leave with that. No more jokes from me then. Stupid Joke-Robbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115328120653295534?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115328120653295534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115328120653295534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115328120653295534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115328120653295534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/07/fras.html' title='Fras'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-115202917139795498</id><published>2006-07-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me start revealing all the suspicions I had about my bday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For some reason, I had a strange feeling that it would be on Friday. Coz everytime I mentioned doing project on Friday, everyone freaks out. Aman had to go meet Sam. Ifa had to work. And Maria exclaimed when I asked if we should do our project on Friday. So my suspicions were narrowed down for Opertation Ain Day were Friday, Monday and Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zahidah DROPPED the lighter out of her pocket when we went to the washroom. No secret there was a sequel to my bday bash. I just didn't know how soon it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kavi-Vani and Ifa hid from my view when I was speaking to Aman on the phone. I saw tt they held up the jacket I said tt was nice. I knew either one of them was going to buy it for me. Why else would they hide? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ain: So when did you all buy presents together?&lt;br /&gt;Maria: You tell us la... You said you know already.&lt;br /&gt;Ain: Ok..(Looking back at Mr Benedict Cho..paying attention and thinking..)&lt;br /&gt;*After 5 mins or so..&lt;br /&gt;Ain: You all went on Wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;Karen: ("Wah" face... with applause) How you know?&lt;br /&gt;Ain: Your only day free and you all went off together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enough of the suspicions.. Let's get on with the bday bash operation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I started the day with a towel, soap and shampoo in my bag. I wanted to be prepared. Rather than getting ambushed with no towel and shampoo again. Aman picked me up, wished me a happy bday and gave me a kiss on the cheek. First class was GEMS so was damn sian. Fast forward to 12 noon. Finished eating my food. Last today.. Don't know why. Then karen and crew started to keep things away. But I noticed a 77th Street bag next to my feet and for a moment, I forgot that it was my bday. When I looked back on the table, there were presents..Haha. Ifa gave me a Outfitter long-sleeve t-shirt. Karen and Maria gave me The Face Shop mascara and eyeshadow. Sze Nie, Kavi, Yiping and Liping gave me a jacket..Then there was a little commotion. Zahidah was upset so I opened her present last. I don't know where she got the idea that I won't like the shoes she gave me but i do.. Don't worry. Ain likes all her presents this year. Then, I thought they would continue the sequel after school so I suggested 3:15pm do project. But no. All pretend like never hear me or ridicule my suggestion. I thought this people siao sia. Dun wana go home early. So I went to IAF and RM. RM finished and Ifa was bugging me to follow her to the washroom. You see, usually, without me present, Ifa would have happily skipped her way to the toilet. But today, she dragged me till there's no tomorrow. That's when Zahidah dropped the lighter. Haha. I said "Da confirm ade continuation gini mcm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So Ifa and Zahidah smacked their foreheads coz Ain was on to them. Haha. Then I refilled Karen's water bottle, went to take some stuff for project and went back to MLT 9. I saw that the MLT was damn dark sia. I was thinking "Ni mesti ade budak nak tidur.."So again, Ifa rarely open the door for Ain. This time, she did it. I went in and everyone sang Happy Bday again. Okay la..shocking but nice shocking. Tapi tak logic siol..Bday kemas seh. Haha. Tootootz. So aman was holding the cake and i blew out the candles. Wished for more presents actually. Haha..Ya ya. selfish Ain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Touching kan.. Then fast forward to RTS gila tootootz nye hard working moment. Was concentrating on our nice display. Then Aman tanya if there was another exhibition on the second level. I was thinking.."Mana Ade seh.." Then I got more dandruff then I remembered. haha..Powder la. Got powder bath sia. Ifa is the chief provider pe. Haiyo..Kena rabak seh Ain. I didn't even bother to clean up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So finish RTS, went out with Aman. He gave me 3 great surprises. First, Alfie's bday card. Lawa giler seh. I was so impressed. Ingatkan Aman yang buat. Rupanye Alfie seh. Thanks a lot :) Then he gave me a scrapbook. Cute seh.. I almost cried when he said "What attracted me to you, wasn't only your looks, but also your heart and smiles which never fail to make my day!" .......SWEET KAN?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Keke..Then, I closed my eyes for the last present. I had to rip the wrapping paper off. Then I got the biggest shock of my life. Nampak Adidas seh. A black Adidas watch. I was like "Wake up ain.." Haha..It was great. It was what I wanted. Everything was what I wanted. Haiyo..Gerek seh.. Then went home. Mak ngomel ikit but she cooked food for me..touching :) Mak belikan baju tidur da..keke..I like it. Love my mom. Sarah nyanyi kan lagu happy bday..Haha. Kiut seh. Like wana get slapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aman: Thanks for all the wonderful surprises... It must have cost you a bomb but I truly appreciate the incredible gesture. You're great and sweet.. One of the reasons I love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ifa: Ape nak kata lagi.. My girly giler seh. Kaka.. I know you planned it so very grateful and girls forgive but don't forget. Hint hint. One Two Thwee Ho Hive. Haha. Ain heart Ifa too.. Good luck for you bday k? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maria: Thanks for the present ya. I like the card. And I don't think I use a lot of Fa*k La... Haha. Anyways, love the pop-up in your card. Haha..don't complain about my make-up skills k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Karen: Thanks for putting my mascara before you. Haha. Sorry la. Can share mine k? Oi... wedding ah? better stay in singapore for it ok..Otherwise, how to give you card sia.. :P Like real..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zahidah: Lain kali jangan sedih k? Thanks to Iwan too ye.. I like the ribbon and matching colours.. Terima kasih la susah2.. But I love it ..Keke. Btw, those whose bday on the 4th rocks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kavi-Vani, Liping, Sze Nie and Yi ping: Thanks so much. You all took the time away from RTS just to celebrate my bday. I love the jacket... thanks a lot. Got many great jackets to choose from now..Kaka.. You guys rock sia..Love you many2. We will show tt RTS fat chick tt o7 do better job! Yay...thanks ya. appreciate all your sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks to everyone for making my bday great. I really appreciate the gestures. Love you all loads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-115202917139795498?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115202917139795498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=115202917139795498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115202917139795498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/115202917139795498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/07/bday-bash.html' title='Bday Bash'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114888640860714993</id><published>2006-05-29T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convinced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay..So I'm convinced. The power of positive thinking, that is. There's nothing like it. When you start to crumble and you twist the feelings, it just fall through. For instance, I thought I had it made when I screwed with a regular customer. But I made sure I didn't cry all the way to Whosville. I thought about how I was going to stay positive when everyone is going mental. Suddenly, the whole world just ... grew nicer. It's like when you one goes optimistic, everything will seem optimistic. Can't explain but hell.. It's a better feeling than getting my ass fired. Anyway, BD wasn't as bad as I thought. Scary but not as bad. Plus my 11 hours at work wasn't as tough as I pressured myself to be. It turned out fine. Saturday was fast as usual eventhough it was till 9pm. Sunday was slightly bad but hey, optimism was whispering in my ears the whole time. Spencer Johnson did a great thing for me. That book is dead awesome. Changed my perspective for the time being. So Law and Ethics is tomorrow..Wish me luck.. Don't want to stop my good luck now. Plus, my GEMS skit.. ARGH... Stress...BD report due this week. Sigh. I need a huge dosage of optimism right about now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114888640860714993?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114888640860714993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114888640860714993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114888640860714993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114888640860714993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/05/convinced.html' title='Convinced'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114848586880976941</id><published>2006-05-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm at the brink of going insane. STRESS! I can't focus at all. How?! I'm counting on myself to wake up and think properly for tomorrow's presentation. Argh. Please let everything flow smoothly. PLEASE!! Migraine... Don't come back now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday's IAF was the most confident I have ever felt about an accounting test. I busted my ass for this test but I think i might have lost several marks due to my carelessness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I need a rest. I am so not looking forward to working this saturday. I have to work 10:30 to 9pm!! Argh. Please let me get thru the day.. I am so going to Peng after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay so BD has me on a tight leash. I can barely catch 40 winks because of it. Presentation is tomorrow. Haiyo. TOo Fast Too Furious already. Somemore I have to do Q&amp;A. My goodness.. My Q&amp;amp;A suck. I hope I can come up with fast answers tomorrow. Hopefully, ifa and jervin can cover my backside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114848586880976941?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114848586880976941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114848586880976941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114848586880976941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114848586880976941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/05/exhaustion-part-2.html' title='Exhaustion Part 2'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114708525955184292</id><published>2006-05-08T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when it'll be cured.&lt;br /&gt;It burns my heart and my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;But it won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Drawn by One tree hill Cast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1723/382/1600/Peyton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1723/382/320/Peyton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114708525955184292?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114708525955184292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114708525955184292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114708525955184292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114708525955184292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/05/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114701062373751473</id><published>2006-05-07T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:57.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's not a big deal but it hurts just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It hurts just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114701062373751473?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114701062373751473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114701062373751473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114701062373751473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114701062373751473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/05/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114620376923688714</id><published>2006-04-28T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:56.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;People think Ain is a happy-go-lucky girl but there was a time when dark clouds loomed over her. Ain was depressed once. Nobody knew about it coz nobody used to care. She thought that all her friends had left her because no one seemed to want to accompany her. They were all busy with work and Ain just couldn't see why they started to leave her. She grew depressed and se started eating less and she cried more often. Her mother kept advising her to move on and realise that they weren't leaving her. They were just busy. But her mother implied about how much Ain had wasted her time on her friends but when it was Ain's time if need, they left her high and dry. Ain didn't go out of the house for weeks. She thought she was going through depression. But she wouldn't admit it. Coz she thought it only happened in the movies. Little did she know that she was stressed up. Luckily for her, someone bothered to listen and take the time to accompany her thru this tough time. She's glad she found someone and slowly and surely, she made it through the slight depression and began feeling happy for a change. So Ain has her issues so be patient with her. She's only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114620376923688714?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114620376923688714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114620376923688714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114620376923688714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114620376923688714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/04/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114551755425368557</id><published>2006-04-20T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:56.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Practice what you preach. Isn't that a common saying? Today, I saw upclose how people aren't really practising. I went into the library and looked through the Dvds section. Suddenly, I heard someone having a loud conversation on the phone. I looked up to realise that the librarian was the one on the phone. Whatever happened to "Silence is Golden"? Haha. People make mistakes, I get it. But the irony of it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114551755425368557?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114551755425368557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114551755425368557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114551755425368557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114551755425368557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/04/preach.html' title='Preach'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114537360677125708</id><published>2006-04-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:56.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See me as I really am. I have flaws and sometimes I even sin. So pull me from that pedestal. I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me but standing from here, you wouldn't say so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114537360677125708?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114537360677125708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114537360677125708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114537360677125708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114537360677125708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/04/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114511388518618270</id><published>2006-04-15T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:56.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's after ITP and a huge load is off my shoulders. No more having to write inside that insane log book. But it was quite the eye-opener. It's thought me so much about the retail industry. The office politics etc. Haiz. But I'm going to keep working there anyway. Gonna expose myself more to the outside world. (I saw Najip Ali outside DKNY and he waved! The perks of my job :p) So apart from that, I had quite a relaxing day at home doing absolutely nothing. I did nothing! Haha. My mom went beserk, i tell you. I could tell she would pull my hair out, if she could. Haha. Poor mom. Please give me a break. I keep doing things for people for the past month. Need a few days to recharge!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I've been listening to such sad songs today. So angsty. Don't know what's up with that. My head has been spinning. School's coming and I don't think I'm ready. I'm thrown back into the arms of Accounts. Argh! The mind is screaming, yelling for help. Haiz. What happened to the good old days when I had to write stories and get graded? Dammit. Poly can suck sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I guess I should start the academic year by having some resolutions. I hope that I can get better grades this academic year. I hate to get Cs again. I'll bang my head if I do. Another wish is to get my hair long!!! I want to have long hair like brooke's. I miss long hair. But the hassle of keeping one is OMG. I wish to get nice long sleeve clothes from Mambo or Mango. No Ain!!! Don't start being brand concious!! NO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114511388518618270?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114511388518618270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114511388518618270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114511388518618270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114511388518618270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114429384281710639</id><published>2006-04-06T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITP 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know that right now, attachment life is the pits. But somewhere down the road, it will be one ofthe most memorable events in my entire life. I hope that whatever happens in the near future, everything will be ok..One more academic year to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Most of our lives are a series of images. They passed us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes, the moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instance is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.." - Lucas Scott from One Tree Hll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114429384281710639?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114429384281710639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114429384281710639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114429384281710639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114429384281710639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/04/itp-2.html' title='ITP 2'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114364588898125461</id><published>2006-03-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:56.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DKNY has me to the brink of insanity. The job is not physically demanding. Luckily, the numbness in my legs has not subsided so standing for 9 hours isn't a big deal anymore. But it's mentally..It's draining all my energy. I haven't had enough sleep in days and to wake up and do the same thing again..I just don't get how people can structure themselves to be robotic. Then again, I don't have the pressure of having to feed 6 people. Haiz. Then again, DKNY has taken from me my 6 weeks worth of energy that could be spent somewhere else. Im so exhausted right now my eyes are barely open. Haiz. Life cannot get any bitter than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114364588898125461?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114364588898125461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114364588898125461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114364588898125461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114364588898125461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114321736641513833</id><published>2006-03-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:55.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have a confession to make. I bought One Tree Hill Dvd. I couldn't take the whisperings in my head anymore. I was so frustrated at work and I didn't I wanted to treat myself to ice cream every day so I figured buying the dvd would make me look forward to going home from work. Coz after work, I'll be watching the dvds and relaxing until its time to sleep. I didn't want to go back home and feel tired and angry. I wanted to be happy for a change. So, I bought it and I've been happier ever since. I still get my daily dosage of tyler hilton though :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have another confession to make. I'm so into blondes. I'm into Justin Timberlake, Tyler Hilton, Chad Michael Murray..I think part of the reason why I was so attracted to aman was coz he was blonde two years ago. Haha.. I've got to get a life.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114321736641513833?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114321736641513833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114321736641513833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114321736641513833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114321736641513833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114234923843810787</id><published>2006-03-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:55.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the time where i wish nothing goes wrong with the world. After work, I wish to just relax, have a decent meal and enjoy my Tyler Hilton clips. Coz after one day's works of standing and nonsensical customers, I believe I deserve to have the luxury of 2 hours by myself and doing the things that I want to do. So when my com.'s wireless went beserk yesterday, I lost it. I really did. I wanted to slam my com. so bad. I wanted everything to be fine for at least 2 hours of my routine life. But technology fails me everytime I needed it most. Luckily today, everything went fine. Therefore, I'm a happy person after my 2 hours quality time with myself. With Tyler Hilton and TV by my side....Here's to more luxury time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114234923843810787?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114234923843810787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114234923843810787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114234923843810787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114234923843810787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/itp.html' title='ITP'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114199639242169428</id><published>2006-03-10T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok...I am so loving Tyler Hilton right now.. He's a great singer and songwriter. I thought this song has a damn sweet tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UUZ-GSOv8Y" width="250" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114199639242169428?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114199639242169428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114199639242169428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114199639242169428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114199639242169428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/tyler-hilton.html' title='Tyler Hilton'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114174363859958795</id><published>2006-03-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:55.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My sin is envy...ok so maybe plus low self esteem. Why do I always put myself down? It's getting wearisome at this age but still... I should be thankful with what I've got, right? I keep putting myself down. That's not right. I should feel lucky. I'm not as gorgeous as other people. I'm not as thin as other girls but I have a heart. That's all I can offer. So get off my case you dumbass and quit roaming in my head all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Next topic. I was having my break this afternoon at Palais Renaissance. I was sitting at the steps when a man in black with the "Rock" accessories on him. He was playing an air guitar and passers-by were freaking out, obviously. But this dude "played" for me. I gave him a smile and carried on with my break. I think he noticed my smile coz he looked at me, smiled and asked for my name. So, alright, I was freaking out inside but I was honest. I gave him my real name. He extended his hand and asked to be my friend. I didn't know what to say. I thought he was drunk and was thinking of ways to run away. I shook his hand and blurted "I'm on my break actually..".. The dude simply smiled again and said "Well then..You have a good break"..and he went off his way. The things people do to make you think and smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114174363859958795?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114174363859958795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114174363859958795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114174363859958795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114174363859958795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/sin.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114165407502965743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114165407502965743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114165407502965743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114155528681989386</id><published>2006-03-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:52.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Your Eyes Only by Carnival&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear my heart beating tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beating at the speed of light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you the one who knows my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this change but I'm the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never really fitted in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never know where to begin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started first but finished last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all along I've worn this mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've worn this mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for your eyes only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found my place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for your eyes only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I show my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for your eyes only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can be myself for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you I feel alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here today tomorrow gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one stays around for long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need someone to hang on to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone perfect such as you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such as you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114155528681989386?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114155528681989386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114155528681989386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114155528681989386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114155528681989386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-your-eyes-only-by-carnival-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114105853877806434</id><published>2006-02-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I remembered a time in secondary three. Shalu, Andy and I volunteered to go Bo Tien Home. We had to go Kusu Island. So after bringing the old folks around, the three of us sat facing the sea. We took some pebbles and laid it down beside us. It took a moment for us to start throwing those pebbles into the sea. I think we were all worried about the next year.. where the future might take us. We decided to make a wish. Each of us threw a pebble into the sea and made a wish. Some of us wished for good grades..some of us, to be swept off our feet. There was something in the Kusu sea that day.. We got what we wanted. But it was a nice moment to be shared between 2 great friends...I'll treasure the moment forever guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm such an ignorant person. Up until today, I didn't know that Balmoral Park is part of Bukit Timah. I didn't know SMU's school of Economics and Social Sciences is in the Orchard Area. How can anyone be so clueless? I should start reading up on the world around me. No one should live life not knowing their surroundings...NAH...That's enough of the outburst.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114105853877806434?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114105853877806434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114105853877806434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114105853877806434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114105853877806434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/02/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-114043541642524939</id><published>2006-02-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day to QA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is about one more day to QA and I am so not ready.  I did the 2005/2006 paper and i only got 52.5 marks out of 100. That's cause i skip the theory parts. Too lazy too do them. How?! I need someone to teach me decision tree. I don't know how to do!! Argh. I'm stressed up.. I so wana sleep right now..Haiz...Good luck to everyone who are having their exams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-114043541642524939?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/114043541642524939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=114043541642524939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114043541642524939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/114043541642524939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-more-day-to-qa.html' title='One more day to QA'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113998432636823243</id><published>2006-02-15T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:51.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The problem with girls  is that we want relationships carved out of teen shows like One Tree Hill. We want a challenge. Something we can fight for and get. The accomplishment of getting the guy that pose so many challenges would be ...indescribable. We usually pick the guy who would never in a hundred years fall for us and we simply waste our youth away crying about how this asshole don't think we're good enough. Fact is, we deserve this. We want something from soap operas so we got it. Naturally, when u get this, you don't want it anymore. I don't get it. I guess that's our problem. We want guys that look like Lucas, act like Lucas and loves us like Lucas would. Haiyo...What's with us? Maybe that's the problem...Or maybe ...that was my problem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113998432636823243?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113998432636823243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113998432636823243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113998432636823243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113998432636823243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/02/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113863301734238044</id><published>2006-01-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:51.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The last week has been such a humourous week that I simply have to pen it down. Though there's only 2 incidents that I can remember, it's still worth writing. So that when I re-read my entries, I'll laugh my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st incident: Mom Vs Ifa&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember which day it is. I was late for school and I asked ifa to tick my attendance for me. I called from home but she didn't pick my call. So she later called my house. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hello....&lt;br /&gt;Ifa: Hello... May I speak with Ain please?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ain....This house no Ain. (Mind you, I was standing behind her when she said it.)&lt;br /&gt;Ifa: Huh..maybe I got the wrong number. There's really no Ain?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ain....Ain go to school already like 2 hours ago. (At this point I tapped my mom on her shoulder.)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh!!!!!!!!!! Ain!!!!!!!!! I forgot :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: It's so nice that a mother can forget her own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd incident: Teacher vs Wall&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was so enthusiastic with Financial Management (go figure) that she drew on the wall!! Haha..Bloooper alert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1723/382/1600/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1723/382/320/Image026.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113863301734238044?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113863301734238044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113863301734238044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113863301734238044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113863301734238044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/01/funnies.html' title='Funnies'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113794417772985603</id><published>2006-01-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something's wrong with the wiring in my head. The malay wire has gone slightly loose. Suddenly, I keep bringing up malay words.. Weird, but true. So for my 100th blog entry, I shall blog about what malay words have been popping up in my head.. I think it's all due to those malay deejays from my mom's blaring radio early in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pergolakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pandu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anggap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tersinggung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Janggal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Namun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lazat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lagipun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terbenam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What the hell...Something is seriously wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113794417772985603?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113794417772985603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113794417772985603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113794417772985603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113794417772985603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/01/malay.html' title='Malay'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113768208607350928</id><published>2006-01-19T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's simply nothing worse than having friends who simply couldn't be bothered with you. The betrayal is like adding salt to the wound. Hurts. But sometimes, the trust is broken and people change. The people you're once close to can be the very same person who stabbed you in the back. These people..How do they live? How do they find the courage to look at themselves in the mirror? How could they live life as if nothing happened? They demanded so much from you yet, when you ask for one favour, they cut your legs from under you and let you bleed. Support means nothing to these people. Emotions meant nothing either. These people take advantages of people's kindness. First, they lead you on to think that they're the best of friends. In time, thye became the worst kind of people around. At this point, I don't know which is worse.. people who are bad in nature and never change, or those who are a wolf in sheep's clothing.. For these people, don't bother asking me to support you. Coz you're no longer a trustworthy friend of mine. I don't know how you can live with yourself. So long my &lt;s&gt;friend..&lt;/s&gt; enemy..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113768208607350928?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113768208607350928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113768208607350928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113768208607350928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113768208607350928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/01/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113704318083725809</id><published>2006-01-12T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:50.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On my way to school today, as usual I had to pass by Bukit Gombak Mrt Station. I saw this big gigantic orange stuffed toy in the big rubbish bin. The ass of the toy was sticking out. Poor Winnie the Pooh.. Not only does he have a sissy name, he's also 80 years old.. Plus, his ass got kicked out. The agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today's SB day. No tutorials for the day for all SB students. The shit thing is there's lecture. So I'm stuck at school now. My lectures are placed at such f-ed up times.. 10-11 am and 4-5pm. My friends are not going to MR Lecture at 4pm. I was only told on the day itself. Everyone had their own agenda. Wished I had thought of something to do. Dammit. Tot Kavi was accompanying me. Shit sticks. She went off with the others to watch a movie. If only I wasn't short on cash and they were watching an english show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My class started at 10am today. I'm breaking my record all the time. Not sure if I should be proud of it though. I came to class at 10.40am. Every pair of eyes was fixed on me. I got my 5 minutes of fame. Of course there were some sarcasm at my tardiness. I really have to do something with my punctuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm involved in so many things!!! Argh. Why the hell am I chosen to go for the dumb forum at Idea centre for newsradio 93.8? I don't even listen to that channel. It's news for crying out loud. I don't even keep myself updated. It's a no wonder why I didn't make it to Mass Communication. Why me?! To add it all up, I'm also involved in the SP open house next thursday and friday. Wah Lao... So many things. I'm not even in the bus route. Dammit. I'm in the counselling area. I'm gona get my ass kicked. How am I going to pass like this?!! Cutting so many classes. I'm going to die this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm short on cash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm short of it. It's way beyond $2k in my bank account ok.. This is so unsettling for me. No cash!!! I have to put off buying all the things that I want. Wah.. No cash can think of what to buy u know!!!! I want camcorder la, digicam la, voice recorder la, shirt la, shoe la... What is this shit man... Can stop or not? Just pay the bills please. Have a feeling this month's bill going to explode like crazy. There goes my measly salary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113704318083725809?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113704318083725809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113704318083725809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113704318083725809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113704318083725809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/01/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113643667461706363</id><published>2006-01-05T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:50.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 kinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday had a weird turn of events. I met two people of the opposite personality. At orchard road, outside Taka Jewellery, a 40 year old lady took out her umbrella. She was in my way, and I decided to walk faster. But this kind lady asked me chinese if I wanted to share her umbrella. I didn't have a chance to refuse. I was flabbergasted. It has been a long time since a stranger did something good for me. I thanked her profusely and went on my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;However, GOD decided to show another side to humans. This grumpy ass 30 something hag was the woman I stood next to in the bus. The bus was moving like a psychopath so I was trashed from side to side. I wanted to make way for this lady behind me so I had to move in her direction. I accidentally stepped on the hag's shoe and she gave a loud "Tsk". Of all the bitches in the world. I apologised ok...Don't say I didn't apologise.. Her shoe hurt my toe somemore.. Dumb sequin shoe. I hoped she falls into the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey, I just call 'em like I see 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113643667461706363?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113643667461706363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113643667461706363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113643667461706363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113643667461706363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-kinds.html' title='2 kinds'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113594885021934720</id><published>2005-12-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:50.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Boy, was I wrong. Batman does the same thing Superman does. He threw all the debris into the sea. Where to go DC Comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wow..The biggest loser got me watching tv on friday. Damn interesting. Expecially when they showed how big the contestant were. Fuh~ Respect sama them..Keke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113594885021934720?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113594885021934720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113594885021934720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113594885021934720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113594885021934720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113568611289042055</id><published>2005-12-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I rewarded myself during these boring holidays by indulging myself in cartoons. One thing that caught my attention was superman. I'm not a huge fan but who wouldn't mind his powers, right? But I'm beginning to shake my head whenever I see that cartoon. Why does he always throw bombs, chemicals, gigantic rocks and hot lava into the sea? Doesn't that mean Superman pollutes the ocean? C'mon. That's not right. He don't harm people yet he harms the ecosystem? That's just wrong. Another thing I observed was that there was this episode when a boy told Steel Man that Superman wouldn't hurt people. Not even the bad ones. Well, I have something to tell you kid. Watch Smallville. Man, that show will change your whole perspective of Superman. Some of those shows ended with the bad ones lying dead. Superman did hurt people.. back when he was still a teenager. Talk about a rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113568611289042055?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113568611289042055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113568611289042055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113568611289042055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113568611289042055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113543304070899942</id><published>2005-12-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've yet to finish MR summary. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw 2 BVSS students at Urban Warehouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The other day Aman surprised me at my void deck with a winnie the pooh box of sweets. Touching.. :) I loved it..Thanks *muakz. Will blog more about it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bought the 'N Sync's greatest hits cd. $20.90. Haiz. Couldn't say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm watching Ocean's 11 for the billionth time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just plain bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113543304070899942?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113543304070899942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113543304070899942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113543304070899942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113543304070899942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113526738576347844</id><published>2005-12-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was a fun family outing. Personally, I didn't expect to have so much fun with relatives. Okay so the most funny part was the R(A) talk when we wanted to pick up Ogy but let's censor that part ya for my young readers. So everything happened at Geylang. Two events made me laugh like mad. The first one was when my aunt sponsored to put some money for the weighing machine. (You know, the one that usually has the memory game attached to it.) So the 6 of us were staring at the old machine and waited. It made a weird choking sound but nothing came out. We were frustrated but we decided to knock on the machine to see if anything would topple out. After several minutes of looking blankly at the old machine, my relatives started to walk away. Ogy and I kept looking at it. Then, my hand banged onto the machine. The choking sound grew louder and it managed to choke out my sister's "weight". It read "0.5kg". At the point, I burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Secondly, we had a mini-fear factor. My mom bought Mee Bandung. The store vendor said it would be quite spicy. My mom must have figured "Hey..Why not. I've eaten tons of spicy stuff before." She should have known better. It was so spicy, she couldn't continue to eat even after she drank water. So we passed the plate around, and goodness, everyone couldn't take it. Felt like fire was on my mouth. Wow. I've never seen so much black pepper on a dish before. We were all teary-eyed when we left that place...Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S: check out shalu's blog. I simply enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113526738576347844?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113526738576347844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113526738576347844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113526738576347844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113526738576347844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/geylang.html' title='Geylang'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113473203892845883</id><published>2005-12-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is sometimes....no justice in this world. Seems to me, I did all the homework for FM and I got the lowest. Where's the justice in that? Shouldn't have done it from the start right? What for then did I waste my bloody time? My goodness. What lesson should I learn from this mishap? Haiz. Life can be so unfair. There must be a lesson in this somewhere. Meaning..all this is my fault? Because I didn't study hard enough? I didn't take it seriously? Can I take the "I had a migraine" card for this? Haiz. Seemed like someone poke through my heart and enjoyed the suffering I received. The agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113473203892845883?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113473203892845883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113473203892845883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113473203892845883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113473203892845883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113429793379959622</id><published>2005-12-11T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright so the migraine got me free for two days and what else can I do besides going online. I realise people love to well, self-pity. I don't know the reason why but humans do that. They take a look at themselves and see flaws. They see the "why wasn't I like that?" instead of "wow..I am great in my own way." Why? Maybe people think we'll be egoistic if we do the latter. But in this tough world, it's every man for himself. You have to have confidence in yourself to move forward in life. Believe in yourself, they always say. But you see, the flaws are what makes us stronger. Why do people see it as something that has crippled them? We indulge ourselves in self-pity daily because we want to be the victims. We want people to console us. I say, the heck with self-pity people. We're stronger than that. So what if we fall.. Pick ourselves up and prove to ourselves that we're capable of every challenge that has come our way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then again..I'm only a girl with a migraine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113429793379959622?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113429793379959622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113429793379959622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113429793379959622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113429793379959622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113421674761709212</id><published>2005-12-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So it all happened on Friday morning when I came late. I thought it was the normal asthma that caused me to feel some throbbing on my head. So I complained to Zahidah saying that I woke up with a shock that morning and now it was hurting my head. I was holding on to my forehead and gosh, it hurt like hell. But I quickly dismissed it as the normal pressure when I walked quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And so I realised that the throbbing didn't go away until I sat for my GEMS test. After school, Aman and I bought a box of chocolates. Don't know what made me buy it... Either the packaging or stress. Later that night, I felt the throbbing eating on my head..above my left eye. All this time, I thought I was somehow subconciously faking to get some attention. Holy crap, I felt like someone was hammering on my forehead. So Aman suggested I go to bed. That I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Next day, I woke up and I thought the pain was gone. So I quickly got up and bathe. Then, the pain came crashing back. Wow...The pain was really eating up my entire brain. But due to my stubborness, I went to work. Halfway on 190, I dropped down at Bukit Panjang because the pain was oh-so-freaking unbearable. People were staring at me. No doubt they thought I was drunk. I quickly went home and mom brought me to the doc's. Wah lao..The queue was so short but it took half an hour for me to see the doc. Of course I exclaimed (in malay mind you) that it was so slow..When it was my turn, the doc laid it on me - YOU HAVE MIGRAINE. Imagine my shock when he said it may be due to stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So the thought have been circling my brain. Am I having stress?! Argh... Haiz. What an early age to get migraine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113421674761709212?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113421674761709212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113421674761709212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113421674761709212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113421674761709212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/migraine.html' title='Migraine'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113352976436179350</id><published>2005-12-02T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange awakenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Two out-of-this-world things have happened this week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Karen asked Khairul Anuar's autograph for me and Ifa!!!!!!!!!!! OMG. I have it in my hands, a magazine that contains Khairul Anuar's autograph. Woohoo... Shall one day repay Karen for her help. You should have seen me and ifa. We gushed till there was no tomorrow. We hid behind my jacket while Karen talked to him. He thanked us for supporting him in a way..keke..... what a wonderful moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sat in the 300 bus today and holy wacamoly!! It was damn shockingly EMPTY! For the first time in 6 to 7 years that I've lived in CCK, today was the first time I sat in an empty 300 bus and skipped 2 whole bus stops! AND it's a FRIDAY NIGHT! The world is suddenly adventurous. Must be a sign that next week is gonna suck.. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113352976436179350?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113352976436179350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113352976436179350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113352976436179350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113352976436179350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/12/strange-awakenings.html' title='Strange awakenings'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113327393233255723</id><published>2005-11-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had a great conference today on MSN with my friends.. We kept talking about evil pigs and how they shall receive the wrath of the racial harmony group.. The freedom of speech can be so entertaining sometimes. Life has been so harsh. Time to let loose and say what's on our mind.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113327393233255723?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113327393233255723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113327393233255723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113327393233255723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113327393233255723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/conference.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113272949514642118</id><published>2005-11-23T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:49.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've been tagged by Kat. Here's how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Post 5 Weird and Random Facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll write some weird and random facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favourite seat in the bus is the seat behind the driver. Why? Because my thoughts won't be distracted by moving people in the bus and no one would sit next to me. The bus ride is a time for me to reflect on the dumb things I've done for the day and to try and laugh at the ups and downs that has come my way. I usually like to look out of the window and enjoy the scenery outside. Nothing better than a perfect sad/happy song for a great bus journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have an active imagination. Whenever I'm alone in the room with the lights out at night, I'll keep looking around ..thinking that there might be someone in the room. Okay, so this doesn't apply to only my bedroom. It applies to my bathroom too at times. Not to mention that time, when we finished watching the maid and Alan told his ghost stories, I practically got so scared till the point that I was sweating with fear. I couldn't even respond to Aman during the journey home coz i was busy looking around to see if there were any unwanted spirits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. During primary 6, my uncle died and I cried for the first hour. Then, when I rushed to his ward, I stopped crying and looked up. I thought that he was beside me and I was in a daze. My cousin was beside me and she did the same thing. I have but one regret for that day..I didn't get to kiss my uncle on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can never take an advise lightly. I'll keep it in my head for few weeks and it'll eat my conscience till I'm all dried up. There was this one time that I went back to collect my madrasah's book and I met my teacher. She asked what happened to my grades and I she remembered that I used to be first in class. I told her I have my O levels to think about. She gave me that sad face and told me that if I focused hard, I can become a religion class teacher. That got me thinking up till today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. I create stories in my head. Sometimes, when there was a male stranger who looked at me, I'll think that he wants my number and they like me. And when this happens, I'll grin to myself. I'm a freaking weirdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So there you go.. Five facts about me. These are the five people to continue this tag thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. Ifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. Fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113272949514642118?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113272949514642118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113272949514642118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113272949514642118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113272949514642118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/facts.html' title='Facts'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113265795358631417</id><published>2005-11-22T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I was bored the other day. So I started talking back to the voices in my head. I noticed that people like wearing shirts with funny messages. It got me thinking. What if one day there's a law that says we need to do exactly what our or everyone else's shirts. I couldn't help smiling coz there was this girl in front of me with a message on her shirt : "Dance"..Haha. The voices in my head laughed hysterically while I covered my grin :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It has been a very busy week. And it's just Tuesday. Already got quite a big shock today. My teacher must have remembered my name on purpose. Damn shock. I thought it was going to be Liping. Little did I know. I was conned. Nevermind. Luckily I like Store Management. Otherwise, little missy here won't even agree to it. At least I have some helpers. Would be damn stressful to do it alone...Thanks guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tomorrow is my PSYC presentation and we haven't even rehearsed our parts. Confirm die. Moreover, the guys in my group so damn lembut. Haiyo. Not used to these kinda people you know. I'm so annoying and they're so..........nice. Too nice. Compromise all the way. Sad case..They're not a funny bunch of people. Then again, I shouldn't judge them by only 3 lessons. Why do I get into a class that has only one malay again? The agony...Everyone seems to be talking in Mandarin much to my dismay. Hopefully the teacher realised that I exist and would stop referring her sentences to chinese phrases. I deserve the right to understand what she's talking about. How else can I pass her module then?! Sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Met Sakeenah, Aishah and Mazlina yesterday. Long time didn't talk to them. Have faith in them, I do. Keke.. They'll sure to pass their O levels. Plus, they told me that they remembered Aman from their orientation. Was blushing the whole time when they told me how nice he was. *blush... Made me proud. Made the right decision this time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113265795358631417?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113265795358631417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113265795358631417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113265795358631417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113265795358631417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-days.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113129106503729020</id><published>2005-11-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I watched Star Wars Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith on vcd. Oh my goodness.. I thought I won't cry again but no!!! I just had to cry when Padme said to Anakin "Anakin, you're breaking my heart.." Argh..Such a sad moment. So heart-breaking to see the "hero" of the show succumb to something so clear. My GOD..You just have to see the nasty face of Chancellor Palpatine to know just how evil the guy really is. C'mon..what kinda wrinkled up face is that?! But totally cool when I saw Anakin's eyes turn to orange-y red.. Fuh~. Damn. I keep wishing that the ending of Star Wars 3 wouldn't turn out to be so heart-breaking la. Anakin is my favourite. Yet, he killed all the Younglings.. Haiz. The feeling of disappoint overwhelmed me. However, I did get to see the downfall of a great Jedi. Had to give an applause to Obi-Wan. He's one of the best fighters and he survived every danger so far. Haiz. WHY ANAKIN!! YOU ARE SO drop dead gorgeous LAH! Why must go over to the dark side?! You got that sweet romantic thing going on with Padme. Being her husband in secret and all.. Damn you evil scriptwriters.. :P Anyway, he was the chosen one. Kinda sad when Obi-Wan said "You were like my brother. You were supposed to be the chosen one. You were supposed to kill the Sith not join him... (can't remember..)"..Haiz. He was the prophecy!! ARGH. And he had to turn evil and lose his wife in the process. There is no justice in this world.  On the brighter side, Yoda was damn funny when he entered the room to find Chancellor Palpatine. There were 2 guards at the door. All Yoda had to do was move his hand and both dumb guards went knocking onto the world..Haha.. Cute moment. Wanna watch it again soon.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S: Selamat Hari Raya.... Maaf zahir batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113129106503729020?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113129106503729020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113129106503729020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113129106503729020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113129106503729020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113103136691294523</id><published>2005-11-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know how there's two sides of everything. Normally comes down to good vs evil. You can also have rich vs poor or glory moments vs nasty moments. So Hari Raya had its glorious moments...yet, it never fails to pull my spirits down every single year. It's like a horrible tradition. Glorious moments include getting to see my cousins.. Most of them are married and have children so there's not much of people left to hang out with. Even get to eat good food and watch great tv and catch up on my cousin's lives. See how my nephews and nieces have grown and getting to carry them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Of course, all of this is overshadowed when some people just can't seem to pry themselves from criticising me. Every year, at least one aunty or uncle or cousin would comment on how fat I've grown and how I should lose some weight. NEWS FLASH: LOOK AT YOURSELF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No,I don't hate them.I love my relatives. Even if they don't have a clue how hurting it is to hear such things. So I'm fat. What do you want from me? You want me to stop eating and subsequently die from starvation? You want me to grow as thin as possible..WHY? So that guys will like me better? NEWS FLASH: THEY WON'T EVEN GIVE A SHIT COZ THEY WON'T KNOW I'M MALAY!! Why can't you people just leave me alone to be happy? I never criticise about you. I never retaliate when you said that I was fat. Trust me..I would love to have said "Look at yourself in the mirror b4 you say how fat I am." So what if I don't get MARRIED?! It's fate. Am I suppose to put up an advertisement claming how desperate I am? If I'm not married, I can at least be able to support myself without having to think of a husband etc. Of course, I'll be the bud of my aunties criticism. Can't someone enjoy food? My body doesn't function that well.That's why the food get stuck in the wrong places. I'm fat. So what? Everyone has their flaws..Suddenly I'm not allowed to have a flaw? Screw it. I have feelings too. Maybe your daughter love to starve herself to death..I for one would prefer doing things MY WAY! SO QUIT BUGGING ME ABOUT MY WEIGHT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My friends said my hair looked like a boy's hair. Thanks guys. A great way to dampen my mood. I thought friends were supposed to say supportive things. Didn't know that saying hurtful stuff is one of them. Came from an expected person's mouth and soon it made its way to everyone in the group. Thanks. Another thing about me that's screwed up. Let's all add to the list till Ain loses her cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113103136691294523?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113103136691294523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113103136691294523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113103136691294523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113103136691294523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya.html' title='Raya'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113085925123725644</id><published>2005-11-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Seven Sins - Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've always wanted to get out of the country with my friends or just to run away from home. No, not because life at home sucks. I love my family..It's just that I need a sense of adventure. Sure it's unnerving when one travels without parental guidance but there's just that certain independence that you feel when you do. I don't wish to go to Thailand, Vietnam or Hong Kong. I've always thought of running to KL or anywhere in Malaysia. It costs so little. Plus I get to stay in a luxurious hotel room with one of my posse. You know, order some room service..Be like a queen and swim in the big swiming pool. Especially that hotel in Malacca where they have a bar in the swimming pool and they even have stoves!! Damn. Haiz. I wana travel without my parents just once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kavi was kind enough to invite us to her house at Redhill/Tiong Bahru. So we met at Tiong Bahru MRT station (Aman, Sze Nie, Ifa, See Bei, Alan, Heyi, Yiping, Fir). As usual, Liping was damn late..Haiz. Aman and I waited for her for 1 HOUR. My Gosh.. She's just like me. I should change that bad habit of mine. Anyway, it was a damn long walk from Tiong Bahru to Kavi's house. We later found out that if we went down at Redhill, we wouldn't have to walk so much. Anyways, her house was cosy :) Lovely house. We had fun eventhough Kavi came late. Sadly, we didn't stay that long coz it was already late. Anyways, Happy Deepavali to everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P.S: One more day to Hari Raya!!! Yay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113085925123725644?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113085925123725644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113085925123725644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113085925123725644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113085925123725644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/deadly-seven-sins-envy.html' title='Deadly Seven Sins - Envy'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113058739958152559</id><published>2005-10-29T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bus 190&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today turned out fine at work. It wasn't too boring. The time went by fast enough. I thought that the journey home would also be smooth sailing. So I sat in Bus 190 next to this Indian lady.  I was having my usual running nose but I was kind of oblivious to it. We were already at Bukit Panjang when this rude, bitchy lady asked me "Are you doing that noise on purpose?" OMG. I have never been more shocked in my life. What sort of a question is that? Obviously I said "No." My mind was cursing this woman like there's no tomorrow. What the hell was she thinking asking me that STUPID question?! Ya..ya..My innermost desire is to irritate your brains with the noise I'm making. Whooptido. For crying out loud, wake up your senses woman. Your curly hair has ventured into your brain and messed it up. Who in this goddamn world wants to make that mucus-sucking noise?! Stupid woman. Never even bother to apologise to me. Freaking ass bitch.. Show compassion, will you? Not everything in this world revolves around your stuck-up self. Bitch. Of all the dumbass things to happen on a ride home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The above event has triggered an incident in primary school that made me feel a little unwanted at times. I was primary 5 at the time and I just walked into the front porch. I saw my friends sitting and waving in my direction. Automatically, I thought since we were friends, they were waving at me. When I waved back happily, these bunch of sissies gave me puzzled looks and started laughing hysterically. I was thinking "What did I do that was so funny?". Something in the back of my mind told me to turn around. To my embarassment, they were actually waving to their teacher. They never even apologised for laughing at me. Frigid bitches. I immediately walked pass them after that. I felt damn unwanted and I didn't really like them after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A phrase in the newpaper got me thinking &amp;amp; laughing.. :P Here it is: Those who laughs last, thinks the slowest. Hahahaha...I like that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113058739958152559?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113058739958152559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113058739958152559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113058739958152559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113058739958152559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113051094132870355</id><published>2005-10-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anakin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a scene from Star Wars Episode 2: Attack of the Clones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;: From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. But now that I'm with you again, I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you..I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss that you should've never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss would not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do? I will do anything that you ask..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Silence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you're suffering as much as I am, please tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Padme&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't. We can't. It's.. just not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anything is possible Padme, listen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Padme&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, you listen! We live in the real world. Come back to it! You're starting to be a jedi and I'm..I'm  a senator. If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, it will take you to the place we cannot go.. regardless of the way that we feel towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; you do feel something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Padme&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will not let you give up your future for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do. Believe me, I wish that I could just wish away my feelings. But I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Padme&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will not give in to this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well you know it...it wouldn't have to be that way. We can keep it a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Padme&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'll be living a lie. One we couldn't keep it even if we wanted to. I couldn't do that. Could you, Anakin, could you live like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. You're right. It will only destroy us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*Stupid woman...C'mon, you don't get a lot of these kinda guys. Telling us their true feelings and describing it oh-so-well. Damn this stupid storylines. It would be less complicated if they tie the knot ASAP. Argh!! There's no guy in SG that would even say "flowery" stuff like that. All those "you're tormenting me" crap works!!! ARGH!! Anakin....I love your "speech"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113051094132870355?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113051094132870355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113051094132870355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113051094132870355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113051094132870355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/anakin.html' title='Anakin'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-113011647075353013</id><published>2005-10-24T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in CCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sleepless in CCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Crap. I couldn't sleep back after waking up at 5am to eat before fasting. My eyes are half shut but they're reluctant to even have 40 winks at this moment. I can only hope that I won't fall flat on my face during work at Bugis. At this point, nothing I say may make sense. Damn. Wrong day to lack sleep. I only slept for 3 hours! Argh.. I don't even know what to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm trying to grab hold of any memories in my head. I seem to remember the story Shalu told me about her accidentally hitting her mother's head with the bamboo pole and how Shalu re-enacted she shrieked that the ceiling was crashing down. Haha. I remember those drama moments whenmy skirt's zip was down and we laughed through our scene rehearsal. I seem to remember Andy and I looking at one another after Shalu spilled at McDonald's. Haha. I remember how Ogy and I used to rush home from playing the playground just to watch Doraemon. I remember cursing my first boyfriend when he cheated on me. I gave him a long list of swear words. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I seem to remember ifa's reaction when I asked her if she was malay. I knew that she thought I was a crazy bitch. Haha. Everyone knows that. I seem to remember Aman asking me if he could take one picture of us together during Graduation Night. I remember how WJ and I used to grab an ice-cream before going home and licking it from Level 1 of Westmall to Level 4. I remember how we had to run for our MRT coz they always came the moment we stepped into the station. I remember how Karen made lame jokes during class and we always giggled non-stop. I remember how I admired Eileen's analogy on pornography on the website. I remember thinking that Maria had very fair skin..like snow..Haha. I remember Kat and I sitting on the bus back to SP, talking about our different lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I remember crying to Usher's - U Got It Bad when I broke up with Aman. I remember the time my brother crashed into a stationery car while I was his pillion. Suffered a damn good head injury for that. I remembered how he made me pass him his Baju Kurung through the window when Mom was angry at him for going off to play with our neighbour. I received a black belt on the legs for that and I have no idea why. I remember how hard it was to accept that I was going to have a sister. Sarah came out cute and small. Now, she just won't shut up :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I remember NPCC camps. How much fun it was. Drills, Rope obstacles, Chalk, Games. The things we suffered together. Eg. the flag, being bunk ic. Having only one girl to rely on..Pamela had to endure all my complains throughout the whole time. I remember the time when Zhi Xing thought there was a whistle blow but instead it was just some dumb bird. Honglee and Yin Fong kicked his ass after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Life is just full of memories. Sorry if I left anyone out. I'm a bit dazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-113011647075353013?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/113011647075353013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=113011647075353013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113011647075353013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/113011647075353013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepless-in-cck.html' title='Sleepless in CCK'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112998734800632884</id><published>2005-10-22T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A few weeks back, I went out with Shalu and Andy. I failed to blog about it because I didn't have my wireless then. That day, Shalu called me and Andy and happily conference on my hp. I don't have incoming free in the middle of the day kayZ?! Haha..I was wondering "what the hell could be so important that these 2 idiots called me up the day before we planned to meet"..Then Shalu yelled thru the phone: "eh..I can go out today! Come, let's go out! We can spend more time together today.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I was awestruck la.. What the heck was I suppose to feel? But I couldn't say no so there I was rushing like a woman on crack. We were s'pose to meet at 3p.m at Orchard MRT. I reached CCK MRT station at 2:45pm with a cursing Andrea :P Sorry..you should have known that I would be late. We decided to take a cab. Much to our dismay/stupidity, Shalu had not even reach Orchard. So we waited for her for another 10 mins. When she finally came, I knew one of the reason why she could come out today was because her new hairdo took lesser time than expected. Haha..She cut it short la...and rebond it somemore. My Shalu got too much $ on her hands :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So we went to several places in this order : Wisma Atria, Far East Plaza, Wisma Atria, Taka, Heeren, Cineleisure and Funan. Hello...I could have died la. Fasting somemore. If I wasn't fasting, I would have swore like there's no tomorrow la bitches.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haha...SOME DOG BROUGHT US TO THE FURTHEST BUS STOP I HAVE EVER GONE TO.  Haha...I shall not point fingers (All 10 of my fingers are directing to Ms Shalu). During this meeting, we reminisced about the past and new secrets are shared. Though I am stunned, I still love you guys k? Don't worry..Ain never ditches a friend in trouble on purpose :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After meeting Runni, the 3 of us went to BK to bitch somemore. Haha...Nothing better to do issit? Talked about TOM YAM and the many specialties that&lt;em&gt; dish &lt;/em&gt;did to us. Haha..We planned to meet up with Mr T and Gopal but till this day, those two are super bz la. No time to see us even. Haiz... For the first time, Andrea went home with me and Runni!! Haha..Shalu was a loner like I was. Poor girl..At least you know how I felt all those years. One day we have to ditch Andy and go home together instead :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Love you guys..Hope to see you soon...don't miss me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112998734800632884?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112998734800632884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112998734800632884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112998734800632884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112998734800632884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-fine-day.html' title='Another fine day'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112981792224788953</id><published>2005-10-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This entry is an apology to Aman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back in secondary school, I know I didn't really paid much attention to u but I still thought of you as a friend. I looked at you when you came into my class. I looked at you when you said something funny. I looked at you when you sat beside me in malay class. I looked at you even after you said you liked me. Only difference with then and now is that I appreciate you being in my life. I appreciate all that you've done for me. I love everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so sorry I didn't treat you the way that you should. I'm sorry that I didn't see you in that light. I made you wait for 4 years and perhaps led you on a billion of times. I'm sorry if I ever made fun of you, hurt ur feelings etc but I was a childish arse. Everyone knows that ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry about the reason why we broke up before. I was insecure. There, I said it. I never thought that one day, we'll be together again. Sometimes I wonder how it was possible. One moment I was dead sure I would never see you in that light again and the next moment, I found myself to be so attracted to you. The best thing is that I'm dating one of my best friend. I'm glad that we have no secrets between us. Even the weird arguments that we have, over popcorn and bicycles.. I love every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for trying again and making me fall in love with you all over again.. We survived 1 year + now and I hope we'll be together till the end of time. If fate is not on our side, I'll still care about you..........That's all that matters :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112981792224788953?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112981792224788953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112981792224788953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112981792224788953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112981792224788953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/aman.html' title='Aman'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112971690113263577</id><published>2005-10-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The results are in this morning and boy, did mine suck like mad. It was the worst grades I've ever gotten in Poly. 2 Ds, 2Cs and 3Bs. There's nothing to be proud of at this moment. I feel so depressed but I know I didn't try my best. I didn't pay attention enough and I slacked my way through. These projects are hard to do and exams were of such a high percentage. 50%?!!!! OMG. My hair is falling off. I really have to buck up. Yeah right. As if i'm going to listen in on what the teachers have to say all the time. I always look at the results and say I'll do better next semester. I'm sucking so bad right now it's not even funny. I'm totally screwed. Who would want to hire me? I'm screwed. Haiz. What am I going to do? Can I really do well next semester? What if I keep failing as well? Haiz. I'll try my best I guess. I really have to wake up next semester. No time to lose anymore. But something tells me my lazy ass won't improve one bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112971690113263577?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112971690113263577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112971690113263577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112971690113263577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112971690113263577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112886643925501217</id><published>2005-10-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sorry for not having the time to update my blog this past few weeks. Nothing much been happening. Even if it has, it would be too personal to post it online. Anyhow, fasting month is right up my alley and the time to fast is here. I feel no anticipation this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next topic. SP's School of Business - Business Administration course is opening up a shop in Bugis Street. The name - Splace. Compliments to Karen for blurting it out in class one day and Ifa and I just sort of gave our teacher the name :) Truth be told, I hate the decor of the place but time was not on our side. Hence, we had to stick with the Green and Orange polka dots. Eww. Anyhow, the merchandise is soo not nice. Don't know who the heck picked it. But I'm on duty there every monday at 2 to 6 p.m with ifa. Should be fun. Please come and support us k? Need all the help we can get. Anyway, a few weeks back, I was on the suria news for this Bugis thing and I sorta taped it :p hehe...could be my last chance on tv. And I just gave an interview for Berita Harian. It should be done by tomorrow. Scared of what will turn out. I just sorta bullshit out whatever crap I could muster. All the same, come and support us. You might get 20% off :) We sell nice accessories. There's suppose to be free henna painting but our "great" teacher "forgot" to buy it. So no free henna painting yet... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next topic. Had our semester ritual bbq cum chalet on the 2nd of October. It was damn fun and it was nice to see my ex-classmate again though benji, I'm not sure you're even considered ex-classmate... We see you every day.. :p Keke...The BBQ was fun and yummy..I helped with setting up the BBQ which I have to thank NPCC for teaching me how to...(indirectly, I think I have to teach Zhi Wei for teaching.. Euughh..Thanks) Anyways, we left quite alot of food not eaten. But I was very surprised to know that we were under budget. Kekeke.. Yay!! That night was fun too though some peeps had to go home early...eg. Ifa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haha... Anyways, we made a pact that whatever happens in those four walls, stays in those four walls. Damn fun. Never knew my new classmates are damn funny people. I think our next semester should be a riot. Except for mother hen of course. Hope Cheryl's developed the pictures. Must be some Eeewwww moments in those pictures somewhere.. Haha... No!! Don't post it on friendster. Sorry I missed the mahjong and ghost story sessions. My eyes were half shut by 2 am :( I'm bad at staying awake... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lastly, I'm waiting for this Friday. Gonna go out with ma girls on the town, I hope. See you guys k? Peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To all my Muslim friends, Selamat Berpuasa.... 24 more days.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112886643925501217?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112886643925501217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112886643925501217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112886643925501217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112886643925501217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112711995238094649</id><published>2005-09-19T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IFA &amp; LIPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The other day, we celebrated Ifa's &amp; Liping's birthday. Hence, this entry will be dedicated to the both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ifa is the first female malay classmate whom I can click with. She's just like me..only difference is...I'm cuter :p She's the one who got me my job at Forever Friends, had me stationed at OG Orchardpoint, dancing to all the oldies blasting on the radio. The term working went to a whole new level.  We can laugh over the silliest things.. all we have to do is look at each other and burst out laughing, hysterically along with Maria and Karen. Haiyo... We even knocked on a lecturer's door and ran our way to the elevator. Nothing to do la... School so boring when you have to travel 2 floors down :P Ifa and I will try our best to crack everyone's day. We even play2 have crushes on our lecture mates. She'll irritate my brains if the fella sms her...Haha.. And I'll irritate her if her crush sms me. Hahaha.. So funny la. Before Poly, I hate my hair to be messed up or people hugging me for no reason till the point of choking...Budden, Ifa just had to change my mind. Not a day pass by when I don't get either slapped, messed up or hugged.. The things I suffer with her around .. :p Wakaka.. We love to gossip non-stop about guys,teachers etc. Haiyo..we even hate the same people..How lidat?!! She'll know who I mean when I say Cikgu Babi Keparat Bugis-Lu..Haha.. when we hate the same people... I can only wish the fella luck coz we'll be cursing behind his back and laughing when he got injured or stuff lidat..Oh yeah..we're evil. I've got myself an evil twin bitch *gasp. Ifa knows how to make me laugh and she knows when I'm pissed off. Haha... And we sucked at the same module!!! FMA!!!! aRGh... Haha. Life with Ifa is unpredictable and fun. Can always have someone to back me up on jokes etc. Haha..Remember the joke I said "GOD is trying to teach me a lesson when he sent you to be my classmate.." Haha.. Nah.. GOD was trying to make me value friendship deh.. Best Friends don't grow on trees yeh. They come in forms that'll irritate you till there's no tomorrow. The Four of us stayed together for a reason right? Karen, Maria, Ifa and Ain are The Ngongz.. Even have our own national anthem. We're nuts. Regardless, we love you ifa. Life wouldn't be a box of chocolates without you around to slap my hand away when I peeled off all the dead skin on my body...Haha. No matter what people say, I know you love me too.. :p The golden hairspray proves that I love you..wakakakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Liping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you only knew what I thought of you last year...You'll have my neck on deathrow..Haha. But hey, everyone I didn't know, I called them all a bitch so you and Kavi no exceptions :P wakakaka..You turned out cool and my GOD...we have to extend the family. Must welcome two more dogs into the club.. Liping and Kavi. Haha. You guys are damn funny. Don't know why you bother to listen to my crappy jokes. Ifa already ask you guys to cover your ears, u still dun one. Haha... Liping wants people to know that she has integrity. Ya la deh.. I know you have dear. Stop flaunting it..Kekeke. She's damn sporty la..Join rugby all. No wonder so freaking fit. Haha.. She's a nice girl la..too freaking decent already. I'm afraid you're gonna change by the 3rd year dear. Just ask the people who know me n ifa... Worse combo ever.. Wakakaka.. Hoping to get to know you better so that next year, can help kavi sabo you till there's no tomorrow.. Hahaha.. You have to admit..we had you guys fooled so bad.. Kakaka..Love you...Friends till the end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112711995238094649?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112711995238094649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112711995238094649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112711995238094649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112711995238094649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/09/ifa-liping.html' title='IFA &amp; LIPING'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112623791303663353</id><published>2005-09-09T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS SO UNFAIR. UNFAIR. UNFAIR. UNFAIR. DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I CAN DO IT. THIS IS AGAINST MY WILL. AGAINST MY WILL.  IT AIN'T HELPING WHEN ALL OF YOU ARE HI-5 ING EACH OTHER SAYING HOW MUCH YOU APPRECIATE BEING BACKSTAGE WHEN I'M FUCKING CATWALKING UPFRONT. UNFAIR. UNFAIR. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. FREAKING UNFAIR. THANKS FOR DRAGGING ME INTO SOMETHING I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR. FUCKING THANKS. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO PARADE DOWN AT BUGIS WITH STRANGERS STARING UP MY ASS. FUCK YOU. THANKS FOR THE GRAND GESTURE. I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS. FUCKING HELL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. I DON'T WANT TO BE A MODEL. DON'T DRAG ME INTO SOMETHING I DON'T WANT. I'M NOT SOMEONE WHO AGREES TO EVERYTHING. STOP TAKING ME FOR GRANTED, FUCKER. STOP ASKING ME TO BE A MODEL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112623791303663353?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112623791303663353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112623791303663353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112623791303663353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112623791303663353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/09/bugis-street.html' title='Bugis street'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112549517895870308</id><published>2005-08-31T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is at a stand still after I got back from school. Been a long time since I stopped and looked outside my window. Things haven't been fine and dandy. My white picket fences have been dyed black. Sometimes, when I looked at the empty field when walking home from the bus stop, I feel like crying. I don't know why. Truth be told, I hide my true feelings from my friends 24/7. Am not the only one, I'm sure. A teacher once told me to stop and smell the roses. Little did I know, when you stop and smell some, emotions are bound to run high. Sometimes you reflect back and think of all the fucked up things that has been happening. Life hasn't been going smoothly for me these days. Maybe because I'm far too busy. About to get suffocated. Life has been so messed up. No time for leisure. No time for simple pleasure. Life has its ups and downs, I know. But sometimes I wondering to myself..What the hell am I doing at Business school? Life is the pits at this moment in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I got home, showered, changed and stayed on my bed in the dark - not moving out till 7.40pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Terpisahnya kita kerana  mengejar impian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkinkan bersama dua jiwa ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam mencari cinta sejati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkinkah segala derita di jiwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akan terubat kini"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Anuar Zain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112549517895870308?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112549517895870308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112549517895870308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112549517895870308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112549517895870308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112549340354500272</id><published>2005-08-31T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just finished watching one tree hill so I'm quite high right now. Ho man... Watched today's episode where Lucas kissed Paten. Dammit!!!! I'm damn high la.. He sure looks like he can kiss. Shit. The eyes half-mast. I didn't manage to swallow my saliva during that period. ARGH. It looked so damn hot. I wanna get that kind of kiss too. Haiyo. And there's something in those shirts he always wear. Damn Hot la. ARGH.. Cannot tahan!! When open shirt, lagi hot. Fuck.. Haiz.. I want to get kissed lidat. ARGH..... LUCAS SCOTT... PICK ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112549340354500272?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112549340354500272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112549340354500272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112549340354500272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112549340354500272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112537959993147281</id><published>2005-08-30T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:46.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POC</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After resting a few days, let's remember what happened at POC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went to WM and met up with mel2 and PK. Wah lao.. Mel2 was damn nervous la. Dragging us to the bus interchange to take bus. What the heck. POC didn't start until 5pm and we were dragged to BVSS at 3.30pm. What the hell. Anyway, we went around looking at the sec 3s jumping around worriedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haiz... dun wish to continue lehz. That darn thing is still a lamer la. There was a highlight however. The Sec 3s were not suppose to roll the curtains. As usual, they won't listen to instructions. So, during the performance, they rolled the curtain close. This was followed by a ripping sound. WAHAHAAHA.... The curtain ripped off la. Me and mel2 were like laughing like mad dogs. Wat a joke sia.. Irresponsible people. Destroyed school property sumore. BVSS is going down the drain lorz at this point. The curtain is destroyed. The results have dropped. The npcc unit is going down the drain. Wow...What more can us ex-BVSS students ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My hair is going to fall. WTF. Second year is so freaking stress la.. Yay. Got good news from FMA teacher that our class had no failures. Yahoo.. Keke. Dying to see how much I got. Wanna see how much those studying time paid off. Then again, wishing too much often backfired on me. Been real busy these days. Can't believe andy forgot Shalu's bday. That girl needs her ass, whipped. The holidays are drawing near and the will to study is ALMOST here. (Hey...that rhymed.) Haiz. Every year at this point, I really want to start preparing. But every year without fail, I will never follow what my mind asks me to. Haha.. Talkk about fickle-minded. September is coming. Exams are near. This Hari Raya I have no excuses to give to mom if I didn't help her out. JIA LAT. Haha.. I really hate to help her bake la.. Fine. I can hear all of you saying "Ain bitch... GO help your MAMA".. Alright. I'll help her. If there's any indigestion, do not blame me...FASTING MONTH, HERE WE COME... (one month in advance la..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112537959993147281?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112537959993147281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112537959993147281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112537959993147281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112537959993147281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/poc.html' title='POC'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112506605194135596</id><published>2005-08-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:46.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today was a waste of time. Period. There is just no other way to describe it. First was the SMART. Next was the POC. I should have known better. I should have stayed at school, finished up my report and enjoy the weekends, not having to worry about RWPS (Report Writing and Presentation Skills). But no... I threw that happy, good thing out the window. I went ahead to Jurong sec. for my SMART activity and had a lousy time. There were 5 of us. Yet, we lacked one pertinent factor. The students and their questions on Poly life. Dammit. Was so bloody boring lo. I almost wanted to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then, I went to BVSS after that. Should have just went straight home. POC this year was totally screwed. It was the most boring "concert" I've ever been too. I thought the year that we organised was pretty bad. However, after witnessing this tormenting event, I changed my mind. Our year didn't do so bad. The performances, sad to say, I thought only the dance routine by other schools and Mar's sister was nice. The rest were the pits lo. That guy's performance was as expected, not good. No bigt shock. But the rest just had to follow suit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Damn. Should have stuck with my white picket fences idea. I screwed myself up this time. ARGH!!!! I need to cheong it now!!! ARGH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112506605194135596?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112506605194135596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112506605194135596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112506605194135596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112506605194135596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/waste.html' title='Waste'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112445661009378765</id><published>2005-08-19T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:46.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The worst week of my life so far has ended. Three projects due this week and I barely scrapped through. Don't even know if PSCM can make it. That project is impossible to me. I began to realise just how much patience I have in me when it comes to finding the right information. Die. When I look back at all my projects, not one of them can make it. Except for HRM of course. Stupid me compiled something that is to be handed up next week. Haha. Budden. I think I did the right thing. At least don't have to "cheong" so much prject next week. Through this tough time, either you can get closer to your classmates or you don't. We still have our rifts but I believe maybe...just maybe, the class is coming together. What not with all the enthusiastic girls taking part in captain's ball. Hope we don't have to eventually compete with one another. I'm afraid that we might be competing with the female arnold terminator dude..sheesh. Wake up ain. Anyway, was anticipating myself to get sick. Was rather amazed I only got hit with a slight attack. Well, what to do. Ran all the way from BizIT library to Wenda's room. Damnit. Almost peed when I saw how funny Mother hen ran. Haiz. I realised another thing. There is so much backstabbing going on. Projects can be so cruel. Haiz. I think it may come to the point in time whereby I forget who I should voice out my anger to. Haiyo. Troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;We've been struck with bad luck seh for my UCCD project. All four of our accounts don't have sufficient freaking fund. Argh!!!!!!!!!! My brain almost died on me when I saw that it was 5:00pm. And we still haven't print!!! Argh!!!!!! I hate these moments. I would be so stressed up till the point that someone has to slap right in the face. Haiyo. Lucky I'm not going to work tomorrow. I would be too depressed anyway. Haiz. Sad life I got. Anyway, I just realise how much school activities I'm in currently. I'm in the SMART group thing, joining a small competition and I'm taking part in the Bugis street thing. WTF. Am I crazy or what?! On top of that, I have a boyfriend. I'm multi-tasking damnit. Sec 3 all over again?!! Hope not. Sure can balance right? &lt;em&gt;MUST BE Ambitious la...&lt;/em&gt; Darn it. Anyways, been bonding with Father. Real nice guy. Full of wiseguy jokes. Crack me up. Haha... Used to have benji. At least have someone else to provide the jokes. Haha.. to ifa: Don't think that he can relate to me more lo.. It's just that maybe we in same team with motherhen. Then go ikea together.. I was just at the right place lohz. Can make dumb jokes together.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Don't know what's in store for me next week. Sure die. Let's rest a bit guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112445661009378765?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112445661009378765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112445661009378765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112445661009378765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112445661009378765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112376950017287216</id><published>2005-08-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:46.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>I hated my primary school days. I found out there was nothing sadder in my life than those pathetic 6 years. No one knows me.&lt;br /&gt;One day in class after PSLE, my teacher decided to do something fun. We were all suppose to write 5 things that no one else knows. We were not suppose to write our names on the piece of paper. My teacher would collect all of them back and we would all guess who the descriptions matched. &lt;br /&gt;I remembered I wrote "I'm afraid of cats" as one of the 5. I thought it would take 5 minutes for people to match that phrase with me. Unfortunately, guess whose paper was the only one left in the end.. Mine! During the guessing part, a girl in front of me that the person must be one hell of a coward. When she uttered those words, it took my entire being to stop myself from punching her in the face. &lt;br /&gt;This game just proved that no one gave two shits about me. I hated primary school. The bitches always ruled the day. I guess I have the last laugh because those bitches could merely step into polytechnic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112376950017287216?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112376950017287216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112376950017287216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112376950017287216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112376950017287216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/me.html' title='ME'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112350553841105484</id><published>2005-08-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think all the stress has made me psycho. I'm hyper every 30 seconds and it's not helping when Karen keeps talking ambitiously (Haha..I still love it..). I realised that whenever I'm doing a major project or I'm under loads of stress, I tend to break out in hysterics..I'll laugh like there's no tomorrow not caring in the world how distorted and contorted my face would be. There is no better remedy than to laugh yourself silly to reduce stress. But I think guys...We have to stop!! Haha.. Eventhough I love our laughing sessions, we really have to stop..Haha. Not getting anywhere LORZ. Not helping when we have UCCD, PSCM and HRM all due next week. CCVM, ECM and RWPS are not far away. Not to mention FMA test!!!! Wahahaha... Must think ambitiously. Must finish everything this week!! Wahaha... I'm going over the edge...ARGH!!!!! Wahahahahhaa... Must think ambitiously. OMG..I'm off my rockers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do Or who I'm supposed to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Tearing hair out... Happy National Day folks..Reach out for the Skies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112350553841105484?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112350553841105484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112350553841105484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112350553841105484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112350553841105484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/08/weirdos.html' title='Weirdos'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112252898691618734</id><published>2005-07-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love spending time with Aman. However, sometimes, we have our funny moments. A few weeks back, when I wanted to buy Karen's lip gloss at Lot 1 Watsons, Aman and I were just looking around laughing at some of the display items. As we were walking out of the store (when we were about to hold hands), something zapped our pinkys. Both of us gave a soft yelp. There was a short pause between us. We both got zapped. Electricity had coursed through our bodies and zapped us silly. Can't say how weird that was for me. Never happened to me before. Can tell it never happened to him either... :p But gosh...What a sign. Hehe..Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The next one was during my break at OG orchardpoint. We were sitting, talking and holding hands at the same time. Suddenly, Aman gave a small yelp and took out a battery from the right pocket of his pants. There was a short circuit since my dear boy placed keys with the battery (science stuff...go to his blog to understand how it happened). Hehe... What another sign. My poor boy had hot keys and a hot battery close to explosion to measure up to his hot self ;p .. Keke.. Shall never forget this moment ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112252898691618734?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112252898691618734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112252898691618734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112252898691618734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112252898691618734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/07/funny-moments.html' title='Funny moments'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112167081573138304</id><published>2005-07-18T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think I'm too consumed with Paranoia. My goodness. I'm so paranoid that I can get 5 friends, 1 supersivor and 1 auntie helper at OG searching for a ring I didn't bring. To all, I'm really sorry. But Ain is that paranoid. Never bring, say got bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So Mar and Farhan came by OG at around 8pm. Was very delighted to see them. So chatted for a bit and did stock take as well. Was in the middle of counting and joking when Ifa slapped my butt and we heard a rolling sound. Muka kita stoink for a second la..Wakaka. Without hesitation, I looked at my fingers and panic coursed through my body. &lt;em&gt;Did I bring the ring Aman gave me?&lt;/em&gt; I immediately sounded the alarm that I lost my ring. So Ifa and I were on all fours. Not to mention Mar and Farhan. Felt guilty coz farhan quite new to my paranoia. Sorry ye... Sorry to ifa and mar too :p So all in all, the 5 of us bend down and search for the stupid ring. However, Mar did find a 5 cents coin as a consolation. At this point, I didn't want to pursue searching because at the back of my mind, I was afraid that possibly, it would be at home. Alas, the supervisor asked what was going on. So another person searched for my ring. Haiyo. Am i blur or what?! So after Mar and Farhan left, Ifa and I suggested that I call my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ain: Mak, take for me my music box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Wah., u so free ah call me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ain: Mak...Just take can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Afterwards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Take already. What you want with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ain: Inside got the silver ring "Love" or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Huh? Only have 2 silver rings la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ain: HUH?!!! Oh shit... Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Ya la.. Y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ain: I lost my ring at work again...Nevermind la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ain: Bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mak: Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haiyo....at this point i &lt;em&gt;pasrah&lt;/em&gt; already. Anyway, Aman doesn't have his ring so it would be easier on him. Sowie to ifa who thinks that I blamed her. Don't blame you..Was paranoid at that moment. Anyways, went back home and quickly ran to my music box. Alamak.. Open the bloody box and I saw one silver ring on top. I came out of my room and my mother told me that she found the ring in the box later on. &lt;em&gt;Thanks leh mother.. I made people panic for nothing seh.. But still love you.. :) &lt;/em&gt;To all my friends, andy, shalu-ka, wj and nazia... sorry for the past paranoia. I think I need to go for checkup..Hahaha... sOwie people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112167081573138304?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112167081573138304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112167081573138304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112167081573138304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112167081573138304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/07/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112114177152103463</id><published>2005-07-12T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haiz. Damnit. I hate POA. I wish I never chose Business. Must calm myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada mimpi atau fantasi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada rasa lebih berseri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semekar murni hatimu sayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siang dan malam, aku terbayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau istimewa, buat ku tenang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walau ku kembara sedunia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walau ketemu ramai wanita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nyata kau tiada tandingannya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seikhlas hati aku menyinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau istimewa, teristimewa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haiz. Would have been easier for me if I had an acting course instead. shyzer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112114177152103463?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112114177152103463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112114177152103463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112114177152103463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112114177152103463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/07/poa.html' title='POA'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-112046520454601196</id><published>2005-07-04T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is my birthday. I woke up to a gloomy rainy weather and had no idea what to expect from my friends in the few hours that we were to meet. However, I still got out of bed and got ready to meet Aman :) Saw him at gombak and surprisingly, he was already standing at the railings. (Usually he would sit first, then go over to me) Hehe..Could telll he was slightly shy coz he's voice was shaky. As if on cue, I blushed. Managed to say thanks. Basically there after is personal.. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 9+, ifa so-called fetched me from the library and asked me to go to the MLT. This was of course no shock coz I know it was coming. She handed me the fedora, which I "shockingly" didn't expect. Keke..Thanks my dear :). Saw that they had gotten ready, the cake on the table. Chocolate cake. Was kinda surprised to see chocolate cake but I still ate it. Turned out to be nice. So Jun Wei and I sat next to each other with me wearing the "birthday hat", smiling at the camera and being dared to blow only the pink candle. Obviously, it was damn easy. Ifa did mention she was going to give a dare so I thought that was it for the day. Was kinda expecting more but hey, I'm not one to complain. I receive what I get. Thought I was gonna get off that easily. (At least I didn't get punched like I used to in BVSS) Maria and Karen gave me their presents and was real great guys. Love the RED wallet, the earrings and the personalised notebook. Got all my favourite things inside. Aww.. Don't know how to say thanks. So gave a slice of the cake to Mr Randy Ng. Really blessed we got him as our PTN. Very caring and damn cute lo.. Young somemore. Keke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's the end of part one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part two. This is how i think it started. Karen told me she forgot her water bottle. I thought she really lost it. Somemore, I lost a helluva of a lot of things in my years so I should know the feeling. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her ;p Keke.. Funny thing is that she said she lost the water bottle outside the MLT. Don't know why she brought to the other end. Lagi2, si ifa can know that she lost the water bottle when she was downstairs talking to that HRM bitch. Funny ar u ppl..Cock up system. kekeke. Was surprised to see Aman and a cake there. (Actually wasn't surprised to see Aman. Coz he also got cock-up system. The day before sms me half the details lo. This incident teaches me to trust my instincts at all time :p) Keke..Can see he like rush coz my dear was sweating. Tsk2.. poor thing. So for the second time, I blew the candles. Dunno wat the hell I wished for also.. Keke..From this point onwards, the whole world went blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly, someone brought out the talcom powder and a can of whipped cream. What the fuck.. I was like blinded for a good 5 minutes with whipped cream and talcom power smeared on my face. Wished they didn't touch the hair, but i think I would be "thinking" and wishing too much. Keke.. Then Ifa held out 3 coloured sheets of paper. So out comes the dare. The first dare was to declare my love for Aman. I blabbered about how I love him and stuff. But baby: Nyata kau satu dalam berjuta, Walau ku kembara sedunia, Nyata kau tiada tandingannya, kau saja untukku :) Coz it's only you and me and I can never keep my eyes off of you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second dare was to tell 5 things that I love about my friends. To my friends: I can never say find just 5 things taht I love about you guys. It has been a splendid 1 year and I think we grew quite close together. I love all my Barbie girls and not to mention my new friends as well. I feel so blessed to have such loud yet crazy caring friends to look at every day. Can never forget our adventures. Great friends for life :) Can never trade you guys for anything. (This is the same for all my Best buddies out there.. To wan, thanks for your trouble bro..To Rana, dun go thru so much trouble k? But i appreciate the gesture..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last dare was to do a lapdance for aman.. Haiyo..Damn embarrassing. Wouldn't mind doing it with just us 2.. Keke.. Budden got audience dey. Paiseh like F. Keke.. But when ain is dared, she do it.. Keke. Can say I suck at lapdancing the first round seh.. And the first pole-dancing sucked as well la.. Kaoz. Wished can show how well I can do it seh.. ;p Keke.. Shalu and Andy, Nazia should know..keke.. Then cut cake for everyone to eat. Keke.. Strawberry cake seh. My poor friends and Aman will be so F-ing broke now.. Then when I tried to smear stuff on my friends, they all decided to put cream la, whipped cream la.. food fest start again.. Eileen came by for awhile..Wished you could stay dear.. :( Then Ifa took out the most unexpected gift. The black and pink skirt i wanted from OG orchardpoint. Wah seriously at this point, I duno how to top her organisation. Ok..people. I need to recruit the best heads for Ifa's bday k?!!! But thanks.. To my darlings - ifa,kat and not forgetting firdaus.. thanks so much.. u guys do fast job. *applause. Keke.. Firdaus...I was just kidding about the gift ya.. didn't have to buy anything ya.. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, she took out another can of shocking pink hair dye. Wow. Should have seen the after effects of that menacing can. My hair was fucking ugly and it dried my worst than sotong. Keke.. But at least u guys helped wash after tt. :) Afterwards, went straight to HRM tutorial..The bitch asked what happened to my hair. Just told her I have a rare disease.. Wakakaka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Later on at 5+pm, I went out with Aman to go down to BB Swensen. His treat. Kinda heart-pain to see my dear cashing out money on my birthday. Really think he's damn broke now. Poor guy. I'm sowie dear :( but your present was great.. What happened at Swensen shall stay between us ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went home to see a cheesecake with strawberries and a bouquet of flowers from my bro, Rana.. Really love it.. But dun buy me real flowers anymore. Heart-pain when I can't make it live for a month.. Kaoz. Got calls from Wan n haikal too..Thanks everyone for remember-ing my birthday. Really mean loads to me.. :) Best 18th bday ever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To my past Bday bash, you guys did a marvellous job as well k? *applause to 2e2 2001 and 3e2 2002.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry to haikal coz my sis tore ur bear.. ;p..maafkan je la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks everyone!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-112046520454601196?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/112046520454601196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=112046520454601196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112046520454601196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/112046520454601196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-birthday-bash.html' title='My Birthday Bash'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111983181260985996</id><published>2005-06-27T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Argh!!! I am like so close to being broke!!!!!! Argh!!!!! I'm driving myself crazy! Argh!!!! Anyway, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Went to school. Go to work. Can't wake up in the morning. Bla Bla Bla.. And my new specs don't work. Crap. Wat a great day this is gona be. Me, the pessimist. Eh Shaddupla.. I'm turning old next monday. The horror. Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111983181260985996?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111983181260985996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111983181260985996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111983181260985996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111983181260985996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/06/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111933519708797235</id><published>2005-06-21T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:45.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DrEaMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had another one of those dreams last night. One of those whereby my late relatives "visits" me. I don't understand. What are they trying to tell me? In this dream, I was sitting with my mother and my grandmother at my old house at Bukit Batok. We were sitting around the telephone, waiting, knowing, that my late uncle was going to call. In my dream, I couldn't understand why I was able to communicate with someone who died 6 to 7 years ago. I saw my mother's and grandmother's expression when they were talking to him. (In reality, they were the last 2 people who were next to his bed, now that I thought about it.) They were delighted but unsure if they should pass the phone to me. Later, my mother put down the phone. She said, he gave me a message. He told me to move on and forget that he died. I was in a state of daze. What did he mean? Somehow the scenes changed to me talking to my cousin, ogy. We were discussing about the phone call. In the middle of the conversation, I burst into tears. Why? Again, I have no answer. After that, I woke up. What is he trying to tell me? What?! Altogether, I've had about 4 to 5 dreams, almost just like this. And even before the day he died, I dreamt that he got bit by a snake. According to a malay superstition, it would mean that the person would live a long live. However, I beg to differ. I have even dreamt about my late grandfather, dying in my arms. What does this all mean? Are they trying to contact with me? What?! So many questions, no good answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111933519708797235?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111933519708797235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111933519708797235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111933519708797235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111933519708797235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/06/dreams.html' title='DrEaMs'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111881358476011715</id><published>2005-06-15T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so bored. I have no idea what to type. Regardless, I'm going to try. These past few weeks have been a total mess. In a word, I got a big shock. Last year, the projects were all done after a series of test. However, this year, we are swarmed with all the oncoming projects. My mind cannot handle this. Even now, I'm shifting all the projects to the back of my mind. Goodness. There's RWPS, CCVM, PSCM, UCCD and ECM. Haiz. How on Earth am I going to complete this? On top of that, I'm working on Saturdays and Sundays as a promoter from Forever Friends Ladies wear at OG orchardpoint Level 3. yowza. This is a rude awakening for me. My brain is still in La-La land. How do I start doing them? Crap. I'm so worried. I think the most difficult one would be PSCM coz I have no intelligence in Supply chain in me. Absolutely zero. The subject in itself is bloody boring. WAKE ME UP!!!!!!!! Business is definitely no piece of cake. Haiz. I'm so dead. Yet, here I am, typing away on my blog, wasting time as usual. Shake me, why don't you.. Alright. &lt;em&gt;Calm down, Ain&lt;/em&gt;. Wait..Who're in my group?!! Oh my gosh.. RWPS: Ifa,Karen,Maria and Heyi. CCVM: Yuquan,Gina,Shu Hui,Kat and Ling Hui. PSCM: Ifa,Karen,LiPing and Heyi. ECM: Kavi,LiPing,Sze Nie,YiPing,Ifa. UCCD:....???????!!!! Crap. I forgot. Damn. I'm going to have a hard time. Haiz. Can't believe school is going to be over soon. I'm going to embark into the working world as a full time soon. Lucky Me. Time flies by too fast. Way too fast. Soon, I'll be handling out Duit Raya instead of receiving them. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn. &lt;em&gt;Calm down, Ain&lt;/em&gt;. Shucks. There goes the prime years of my life. Wasted away by worrying too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111881358476011715?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111881358476011715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111881358476011715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111881358476011715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111881358476011715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111837838377055285</id><published>2005-06-10T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the hook</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Off the Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have finally, after one month plus in LJS, quit on Thursday 9th June 2005. Obviously my manager, Mr Steven didn't like it one bit. He muttered on about how I didn't keep my promise. Wished I told him how he didn't keep his end of the bargain. Besides, I'm sure if he were in my shoes, he would do the same thing. There's just one thing I'm gonna miss about that miserable hell hole are the new fun friends I made. Nurul, Sila, Azmi, Sharon, Zahari, Auntie Yew Tee, Kakak Vita, Ama, Cik Ju, Javier, Doris and Cik Mala. Haiz.. Very happening peeps. Bye guys..Will miss you all and the fun naughty things we did :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A somewhat close friend of mine said something harsh today. Made my blood burst. Haiz. Duno the fella meant it or not. Haiz. On another note, met my secondary school buddies. Don't seem to have much to say like the old days. Maybe there's too much gap in between us already. But it was nice seeing them anyhow. Lost $7 yesterday too. Such an eventful week. The days of my wretched life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111837838377055285?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111837838377055285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111837838377055285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111837838377055285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111837838377055285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/06/off-hook.html' title='Off the hook'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111802100723522508</id><published>2005-06-06T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To Shalu, Andy and WJ, please tell me if you are attending our mini-gathering with Oreo by Wednesday k? Then I'll check with Oreo as to where we should meet later on. Also tell me what time your day ends on Friday so that I can check with Oreo.. Hear from you guys soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111802100723522508?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111802100723522508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111802100723522508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111802100723522508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111802100723522508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/06/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111743542811004132</id><published>2005-05-30T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/12769843361105l.jpg" width="263" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maria, Ifa and Eileen at the back.. Me in the front..Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111743542811004132?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111743542811004132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111743542811004132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111743542811004132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111743542811004132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111743463961873024</id><published>2005-05-30T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars and School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I caught Star Wars Episode 3 - Revenge of The Sith with Aman on the 27th May 2005. The movie wasn't a disappointment at all. The final installment finally help us understand why anakin aka darth vader went over to the dark side. I don't know if I should cry or awe knowing the reason. Haiz. I really hate the ending. To see the hero succumb to the dark side was such a painful moment. In the beginning he loved the people around him..his wife, his mentor, the republic and the jedi council. He screwed everything to help prevent an awful premonition. However, as all movies have taught us, never to mess with the past, present or future. Everything happens for a reason. I'd always believed in that. I thought the part when Anakin ran towards Padme after he came back from his assignment, was really sweet. The way he looked at her when she brushes her hair..Haiz. So sweet, my heart ached. Even the part when he was Darth Vader and he asked if she was alright was extremely heart-breaking. Haiz. His only quest to save his wife was in vain and ended up with her dying of a broken heart. Haiz. simply heart-breaking. Anyway, Star Wars Episode 3 is a must watch. But I really hate it when Star Wars is in town. I would be extremely ga-ga over Hayden Christensen aka Anakin Skywalker and I would get really broke. Haiz. Haven't get my pay yet and my plans of getting a laptop is down the drain since I know my family just cannot afford it. Have to work hard for it if I really want it. Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On the other hand, school just started. The moment I have been waiting all holiday long has arrived and no doubt, I want it to be the holidays again. Hehe.. Kidding. Having school is better than not having. Of course I'm only saying this for this week. Next week is a totally different saga altogether. It's good to see my old friends and new ones as well. Haiyo, my fellow game facs are in the same lecture classes as me. No!!! Hehe.. Nvm. hopefully can pay attention and not talking cock constantly. To all the poly students, please stop beating yourself up by occasionally reminding yourself know that the kindergarten till secondary institutions are having their holidays. Not worth the pain. ehehe...enjoy your lessons.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111743463961873024?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111743463961873024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111743463961873024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111743463961873024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111743463961873024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-and-school.html' title='Star Wars and School'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111711244170775717</id><published>2005-05-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOP and Contender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Damn. This few days lack sleep seh. All coz i volunteered to take care of the new freshies in SP's SB.  First day, I got the lousy job of being a games facilitator. Being a games fac. was so difficult coz we had to clear up the whole thing after each session of freshies have played. Only got our long awaited lunch at 12.40pm. Ate it with my fellow games fac.s whom I've known for a short while : Clarence (Abang body 1), Wan (Abang body 2), Izzie (Abang Body 3), Jeff (Hardy), Princeton, Yvonne and Farhan. Hehe..They very funny peeps. But later met up with the orientation group I was supposed to care for. DBA 1B/22. Great bunch of people in this class. Very enthusiastic :) And we won the Mr and Ms SB 2005! WOoHOo.. Nadzirah and Matthew did a great job with the mini-guitar thingy and the coconut I ate!! hehe. Super cool.. They were the only outstanding one from far. Have to give credit to us cheering for them. If not for our outgoing attitude, they wouldn't have won. Hehe..But they did a fabulous job. Very patient lot as well especially when there was a little miscalculation going on, on the final day during our flag day. Hehe..Counted like siao. The LJS job paid off after all :p hehe.. Anyway, wana say thanks to Aman for waiting on the first day until 5. Thanks so much :) I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, Alfonso Gomez had a last match on the show when he and Jesse Brinkley had to fight it out to see who won the $200,000 and third place. Woohoo.. Sergio won the million bucks and the title of the Contender champion. Credit goes to Peter Manfredo Jr. but a boxer like Sergio just deserve to win. Anyone would agree that it's pretty rare to hear that a boxer loves to read books, non-fiction &amp; fiction. Damn.. That sergio is one hell of a fighter. Congrats to the Latin Snake!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111711244170775717?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111711244170775717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111711244170775717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111711244170775717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111711244170775717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/fop-and-contender.html' title='FOP and Contender'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111630445375392996</id><published>2005-05-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:44.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shucks. My favourite boxer in The Contender lost a re-match with his "old opponent". Crap. I knew something like this would happen. Damn. But Alfonso Gomez is really good. So sad to see him leave the show. Damn depressed. Was so expceting him to be in the finals with Sergio the Latin Snake. Now, looks like it's Sergio and Peter Manfredo Jr. Damnit!!!!!!! Alfonso was such a nice guy seh! He even congratulated Pete after his win. Aiya.. Can say all in the top 4 quite nice peeps. Haiz. Alfonso was the best seh. SHUCKS!! It was such a close fight. So freaking close.  A 7 rounds game and when it was the last round, it was 3-3. Kaoz.. Both of them fight like there was no tomorrow. Could have sworn Alfonso did more jabs and punches. Haiz. So sad. Anyway, not the only thing I'm depressed about. Aman's gone for camp for 4 days 3 nights. At least there's reception seh.. Hope he'll have fun at St. John's Island. Going to get ready for work.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111630445375392996?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111630445375392996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111630445375392996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111630445375392996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111630445375392996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/contender_17.html' title='Contender'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111630389209437857</id><published>2005-05-17T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="450" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/ain6.bmp" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From Left : Mar &amp;amp; Me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111630389209437857?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111630389209437857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111630389209437857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111630389209437857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111630389209437857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/picture.html' title='picture'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111569241876422531</id><published>2005-05-10T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poly friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/12250680037985l.jpg" width="300" height="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From left : Me, Ifa and Maria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111569241876422531?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111569241876422531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111569241876422531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111569241876422531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111569241876422531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-poly-friends.html' title='my poly friends'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111504294224684101</id><published>2005-05-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Damn. The Contender is really a must watch show. It is so damn good. All the fights..just makes your heart pumping be it if you're a guy or girl. Fuyo! My personal favourite is Alfonso Gomez and The Latin Snake, Sergio. Dude.. They fight like it's their last fight. When it came down to the crunch time, they were really focused. Wow..Especially Alfonso. That guy is like a warrior. He is so good. Awesome. Loved the way he fights since day one. He is like a gorilla. Everyone thought he was the underdog from the West side. Woohoo. I'm confident it's Alfonso in the last stretch to win the million dollars at Caesar's palace. I hope he's competing against Sergio, his good friend in this competition. Somehow, life is usually strange. Have a feeling that Alfonso might fight against Peter Manfredo again just like he did in the first episode. If he fights against Peter, quite a possibility he might not win..shucks. Let's hope Sergio will teach him a thing or two about the being the Latin Snake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111504294224684101?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111504294224684101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111504294224684101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111504294224684101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111504294224684101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/05/contender.html' title='The Contender'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111486345449125916</id><published>2005-04-30T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My GirLs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;On 20th April 2005, Wednesday, I went out with two of my best sistas (Shalu and Andy). I forgot to post it..Hehe. So fun. Haven't seen them for quite some time. I came late as usual (eh shaddup la.. 10 mins late k. improve from one hour..hehe..). Had so much fun laughing and catching up with them. We laugh like mad especially when the waitress at BB Pizza Hut miscalled Andy. Hahaha...Hilarious I tell you. Anyway, Shalu had to bloody hell run back home coz she forgot to bring her ezlink for us to get the student's specials. Out of our stupidity, we ordered set lunch D if i wasn't mistaken. The feast that was for the royalty. Haha.. We thought we could finish it. Too bad.. We fell short of 3 pizzas or 4. Shalu took it home since her house was the nearest. Andy and I were kind people. (Besides..diet la..Hehe) Then Shalu had to scramble home since her mom wanted to go IMM and ordered her to go along. Like the Mommy's girl that she is, she left us after 2 hours of chatting. So Andy and I bid her goodbye and went to Westmall. We didn't know where else to go. Saw Rana and possibly a new target of his. Also kind of bummed into Zhi Xuan and Wan Ling. Missed the good old days when my great pals and I round several times in Westmall after school. Back then, we were never bored. Now, one round of it and we wanted out. So Andy and I were hoping to surprise Shalu hence we headed to IMM. Upon reaching IMM, we smsed shalu asking of her whereabouts. To our shock, she was still at home coz her mother was apparently with her friend chatting away. I felt that it was kinda bad that her mother won't even allow shalu to see us for one day but I know shalu would follow her orders regardless. In the end, Andy and I roamed around IMM. Went to the renovation type stores and try to see which type of bed or cabinets we wanted for our own house. Anyway, Andy gonna move to CCK! woohoo!!! Shalu is out-numbered. I don't care shalu..I have gone down to BB every time you wanted to. Now you have to get off your butt and join us at Andy's new place. Free swimming pool :) Yahoo..Keke. Then after several minutes searching for tidbits for Andy's trip, we got tired. Kaoz..We used to be able to shop around for 4 hours straight. Only 3 hours and both of us were punctured. Hehe.. Funny Sia. Growing old liao..Keke. Andy and I both got a little lazy and Andy decided to flag down a cab. Haha.. Too bad she was with me. Must be my bad luck. We couldn't flag down any cab until we reach Jurong Entertainment. Fine..My fault. Keke..She dropped me off at SP and I bid her farewell. Had a blast kia.. Hope Andy is having fun in Europe!! Shalu...start werking la fool!!! Hehehe..Love you guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111486345449125916?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111486345449125916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111486345449125916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111486345449125916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111486345449125916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-girls.html' title='My GirLs'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111477496354102145</id><published>2005-04-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:43.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My holidays haven't been the same old stay at home from school type eventhough my puny brain knows that it will be my so-called last holiday for me to rest and have fun. However, my wallet beg to differ. I am running out of cash and to ask my parents for money each time I go out and to pay for my bill is embarassing. Plus, I owe people money and I have to buy a present for my cousin. Hence, yes my friends, I had to resort to getting a job. I thought it was sort of degrading to work in a fast-food restaurant. Little did I know how tough it really is to earn that $3 I earn per hour at Long John Silver. My managers are Steven and Angeline. Both of them are fairly alright. We're able to joke around. Never had a boss who liked me before so this is a first. Hehe.. The first 3 days is very tough. I had no background in doing cashier so I was all over the place. Steven didn't pressurise me much. Only Angeline. Boy, I was so disappointed at myself since I couldn't take a proper order. Finally, after the tough the training by Angeline, I coped with the cashier quite well and had fewer mistakes. Tomorrow will be day 4 in the job. Quite afraid it will be bloody busy this week. I'm still an amateur. I hope there's no more spilling of milo freeze or clam chowder. But I'm missing my Aman so bad since we both have orientation camp to help out in school. Won't be able to see you honey eventhough we are werking together. I love you so much. Sorry I haven't been updating my blog. Been busy with work. Plus my bro is rotting at home and I can't use the com. :) Happy Hols to all my friends. Good luck for your results!! I hope I pass everything seh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111477496354102145?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111477496354102145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111477496354102145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111477496354102145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111477496354102145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111424200914697829</id><published>2005-04-23T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought 18th April was going to be like any normal day. Apart from the fact that 17th was our 10 mth anniversary (I know it's no big deal to you, my readers, but it is to me!!). So I was really expecting the day to be quite dull and boring coz we were going to attend the stupid Product and Process briefing at the auditorium (no offense to those who are actually interested). The day started by me getting slightly frustrated with Aman coz he wasn't behaving like himself. He asked me things like - can we meet slightly earlier?, is your mom home from mosque?, msg him 5 mins before I leave the house. Things like that. He never asked such things before so those who know me, would know that I would get a little frustrated. It went to the extent that I had trouble getting ready since I was answering each of his sms-es every so often. Following his wishes, I told I was leaving the house. I went down the stairs and something next to the staircase caught my eye. There was a guy with big sunglasses. I didn't want to turn but being the busybody that I am, I turned my head. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my Aman standing there smiling at me :). My mouth was gaping (unfortunately) and my heart was caught in my throat. I was so shocked!! I was staring at my baby like a mad fool. He went up to me with flowers in one hand and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other. (I didn't miss the fact that he was shaking when he handed me the gifts and kissed me on the cheek.) Aww... then he said "Happy 10month anniversary sayang.." Aww!!! Hehe.. My heart melted seh. Haiz.. Thanks so much dear :) You put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To all ym readers. Hope you don't think that I'm boasting when I'm posting this. I just want to remember that he did this for me. Hehe.. My first time getting flowers and chocolates from a boy.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To my Aman - Thanks so much baby. Next time it's my turn k? Wish to spend more time with you in the near future.. I love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111424200914697829?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111424200914697829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111424200914697829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111424200914697829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111424200914697829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/18th-april.html' title='18th April'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111362630940294787</id><published>2005-04-16T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:42.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On 14th April 2005, my poly class, dba 1a/25, had a small bbq thing at east coast park pit no. 28. Finally, a gathering that actually happened!! ;p Fabulous job done by the organisers, obviously. Let me list the names of the people who went : Maria, Cherish (Maria's bf), Ifa, Karen, Benji, Alan, Gao Lu, Chih Chia, Sze Nie &amp; cousin &amp;amp; brother,  yi ping, eileen &amp;amp; jacky, and last but not least, me and my darling Aman. :) So sorry that the innocent and broke parties had to contribute $15.. So very sorry. But at least we all had fun and ate till there's no tomorrow. Let's all stand up and applaud Benji and Alan for their wonderful cooking eventhough we didn't start the ball rolling. (Benji, Alan, Aman and I got bored waiting for the rest to come back from Parkway Parade, Giant, so we went to swim and play with the big waves. Haha..So much fun. We all swallowed a bit of that salty water. Alan and Benji complained so much of going to NKF and kidney failure. Don't complain so much guys..I swallowed the most. :p..) There were marshmallows (yiping did a great job on that), fishes and stingrays (courtesy of Alan's dad. Not to mention Benji and Alan's cooking), prawns, hot dogs and chicken wings. All of it was so incredibly delicious!!!! Hehe.. There was even a cake for yiping who was going to celebrate it in two days after 14th April. She was so shocked. Haha.. We remembered!! Surprised!! Keke.. Btw, I punctured the bicycle i rode on. Damn..Haiz. So suey. Anyway, so glad that Aman had a good time even when he didn't know my friends well :). [Thanks dear... Had a great time with you.. *Muakz.] Hope to have more dba 1a/25 gatherings in the near future..Until we meet again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111362630940294787?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111362630940294787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111362630940294787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111362630940294787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111362630940294787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111285131622232975</id><published>2005-04-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:42.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gazillion light years ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was watching tv in her house. This little girl, for once, didn't do anything wrong that day. She listened to her mother and stayed at home where her mother can see her. So there she was, sitting innocently in front of the tv. She didn't as hell disturb anyone. However, her brother was playing outside with the naughty boys and obviously mother disapproved since he had to go to Sunday school and he was about to be late. He didn't dare go in and take his things, fearing that mother would scold him. So he called upon the little girl who crazily obeyed her brother's wishes. So she passed his shirt to him and his Sunday school stuff. In the middle of that transaction, the mother walked into the room and saw what was happening. She picked up the cane and whacked the poor little girl and dragged the boy into the house and scolded him. So you see, the little girl did absolutely nothing wrong but instead listen to the brother whom she loved so much. Unfortunately for her, she got dragged along. Because of that, the little girl remembered that incident after 13 years. No doubt that the little girl....is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111285131622232975?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111285131622232975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111285131622232975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111285131622232975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111285131622232975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/gazillion-light-years-ago.html' title='A gazillion light years ago..'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111268753901607213</id><published>2005-04-05T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold night air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss smelling the cold night air. I used to smell it every NPCC camp. It was rich and seemed so pure like there's no smell compared to it (aside from delicious food). I loved to spend sleepless nights just smelling it. It has the power to calm me down when I'm sad or just depressed from homework etc. I smelt that air mostly during camps at BVSS when we had to do some sentry duty. It's just this routine where we had to check if all the entrances are locked tight and there's no suspicious character around. Then they gave us time to rest. This is when I get to smell that wonderful smell. Hiez.. I've always linked that great smell with NPCC. That great smell with adventure. I miss have camps and waking up at night to do some stupid exercise and have to laugh afterwards, reminscing thos particular times. Well, poly life ain't that dandy without this kinda memories.. At least it's something I can hold on to :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111268753901607213?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111268753901607213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111268753901607213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111268753901607213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111268753901607213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold-night-air.html' title='Cold night air'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111234249374891204</id><published>2005-04-01T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:42.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aVriL's iNtErViEw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday, there was 10 mins interview with Avril Lavigne. I thought the interview would be superb and I was anticipating it all day. The Deejay who interviewed her was Jamie Yeo. However, Avril disappointed me. Every question about that Sum41 guy she reacted by being so rude. C'mon..It was Jamie Yeo's job to do the interview. The least you could do is at least sound friendly. If you can't even be nice to a freaking deejay and all you mutter about is your music, then I've got news for you honey.. People love gossips. If you can't live with that, then it's just right that you don't even be in the music industry. "Kalau orang tak tanya, kesah.. Kalau orang tanya, marah.." Bullshit seh.. Wah lao.. Poor Jamie. That Avril got such audacity to even say "I gave you this interview so the least you could do is be grateful.." KNN.. I wasted my time in sending a 30cents sms to P10 for this kinda people...Kaoz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111234249374891204?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111234249374891204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111234249374891204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111234249374891204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111234249374891204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/04/avrils-interview_01.html' title='aVriL&apos;s iNtErViEw'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111223842208472891</id><published>2005-03-31T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:42.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITAB exam and more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday, I sat for my final ITAB test worth 40% on Microsoft Access. I felt that what I studied for had paid off!! Woohoo.. you can imagine my excitement whilst I was doing it and I actually finished everything! I never did that for a computer exam.. Keke. Woohoo!! However, it saddens me that some of my friend when all the way cheating. The least you can cheat is if you asked a few question. The faggot asked everything on the paper and the idiot beside him actually answered every question for him. Wah lao..C'mon people. Use your brain for once. Why don't you come to sch and a study like the rest of us who actually need this course!! For goodness sake, GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;On a worser note, I'm having my exams this coming wednesay. SHIT. First paper is already terrifying me. FOM - Fundamentals of Marketing. Die la.. the damn teacher never even teach us how to write quality good answers. She kept yapping about how we should attempt it. I can't keep arguing the question. I'll fail if that happens. How am I s'pose to connect all that I've learnt into a question? Wah kaoz.. So farking difficult!! Then it will be Stats next, followed by PACC!!!!!!!!! Shyzer. Another awful subject. Damnit. And Econs... Hiez.. How to not forward module like this!!!! HOW!!! I know... I can start by not going on the internet..keke...Hiez. Wish me luck guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111223842208472891?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111223842208472891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111223842208472891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111223842208472891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111223842208472891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/itab-exam-and-more.html' title='ITAB exam and more...'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111175716930189640</id><published>2005-03-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:42.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Talentime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It turned out to be an entertaining night on the 24th March 2005. Almost all the seats in the Auditorium were filled with SP students and supporters of the contestants. Everyone was chatting away until the lights went off and the emcees came onto the center of the stage. Personally, I thought that they were simply amateurish. Seemed to be the first time they ever hosted a stint like the SP Talentime. It wasn't the best decision SPSU made in selecting them. Then again, SPSU had displayed very poor organisation throughout the entire night. Such an example would be the microphone not fixed on properly which led to an embarrasing blooper on their part. However, what stole our hearts that night were the performances and the judges' insights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First out on stage was a female Malay singer who did a number from Kelly Clarkson. Good vocals but didn't blow me away that much. Next was a rather refreshing performance. An acapella group. Okay, so let's cut to the chase to what would interest you readers most. My boy, Aman, had performed on stage with his bandmates. If you want to know the full story, please proceed to aman47.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They did us proud with the hit song by 3 Doors Down - Here Without You. Though they had stiff competition with the previous group, the crowd applauded Faliq's brilliant vocals and showmanship. Fabulous performance.  However, though we have faith in "Amateur Rockers", it was difficult not to feel the rising tension when the results were being announced. Every one of us who came and supported them were holding on to our seats. When the emcees announced that they won second prize, we cheered eventhough we felt that they had the right to win first prize. Then again, in our hearts, they did win first prize :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111175716930189640?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111175716930189640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111175716930189640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111175716930189640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111175716930189640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/sp-talentime.html' title='SP Talentime'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111157920480579787</id><published>2005-03-23T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity &amp; Fatness</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Something my father said this morning made me pity him and feel guilty eventhough it ain't my fault. I was about to run my usual marathon when he stopped me and asked to read a letter. He asked if he won a handphone if he redeemed the letter. I read through the letter and found out that it was merely a promotion thing. It was "handphone free" an at the bottom of the page in smaller fonts "2 year plan minimum". So I told my father it was all a catch and that he would have to buy the 2-year plan line. Hiez...I could see that he was slightly disappointed with what he was told. Afterwards, he rushed to the kitchen and confided with my mother and asked if he should buy the line since his current was going to be over. I hate to see someone like that. It makes me so pissed off that someone had to fall prey to this kind of advertisement. To tell them that it was fake...was just too painful to bear. Hiez..Sorry dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okay..I've had enough. Friends and all my farking relatives who keep commenting on my size, please buzz off. For goodness sake, it's not as if you guys are not fat. You're not exactly top notch models doing the catwalk. Why should you put me down as well? Don't anyone know the meaning of genetics? For crying out loud, my tummy is flat ok. So I have a huge butt. You want to see it flying to your face? I would love to help with that. I am trying my best so quit saying that my mole is getting bigger or I keep eating non-stop or I'm getting fatter. Farking stop it and take a freaking good look at yourself. You ain't a skeleton yourself A-Hole.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111157920480579787?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111157920480579787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111157920480579787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111157920480579787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111157920480579787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/pity-fatness.html' title='Pity &amp; Fatness'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111069545827728823</id><published>2005-03-13T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aLL aLoNe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hiez. At 1:45pm today, my family excluding my brother and I, left for Indonesia for a one week vacation. ONE WEEK!!!! I have to do the laundry, wake up and eat all alone. Mom says I should just go home early and take care of the house. Wah lan..Go home to an empty house. Mom better compensate by buying my loads of stuff. Hiez..What to eat for a week? Now my brother also not at home. They haven't left Singapore yet but they'll be gone soon. Haiz. I'll get use to it. No worries. The horror..How am I going to wake up tomorrow? Shit la.. How?!!! ONE WEEK!!!!!!! This will be the longest week ever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111069545827728823?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111069545827728823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111069545827728823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111069545827728823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111069545827728823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-alone.html' title='aLL aLoNe..'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111050903082504543</id><published>2005-03-11T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wEiRd tWisTs iN LiFe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;When I sat on the bus the other day, I reminisced an event that changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;5 years ago, in secondary one, I had no close friends. Nazia was an exception because she was the only malay girl besides myself. I'm not counting zuhri and herry because we were friends before BVSS. On one fine day, my class was expected to have a maths remedial. Obviously, being the newcomer and the dork that I was, I went. Afterwards I went back home, alone. It was nothing new. I had been walking home alone for several weeks when school started. So along the way towards the BB MRT, I heard a loud screeching sound. I figured it was just some monster truck that braked. I was naive and didn't think of anything negative thoughts. I trudged back home feeling tired and weary. The next day, my class had a commotion. I wanted to keep up with recent events so I asked around for the information. To my horror, my classmate got into an accident with a vehicle. I didn't know the classmate very well but I felt so sad for her. She did spoke to me a couple of times and I felt that it was such an unfortunate case for her. I felt guilty that I didn't spend enough time with her. I figured that after she gets back, I wanted to befriend her and besides, my social circle was so pitiful. So when she came back, I made the extra effort to speak more and lo and behold, after that day we became great friends along with 2 other classmates. I would like to think that ALLAH wanted to teach me to treasure everyone in my life. Special thanks to Andrea.. You were what brought us together, my friend. Also, special thanks to shalu and wen jie.. Life wouldn't be half as fun without us, the "uncharmed" ones.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111050903082504543?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111050903082504543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111050903082504543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111050903082504543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111050903082504543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/weird-twists-in-life.html' title='wEiRd tWisTs iN LiFe'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-111002623122952812</id><published>2005-03-05T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus 172</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The other day, I boarded Bus 172. It was the long journey bus but I figured, the scene outside would be worth the ride. As I gazed around the bus, looking at all the passengers on board, I realised that I didn't know any one of them. I realised that every day, our lives intertwine with another fellow countrymen and might be the last time we would ever face each other. I mean, there I was, for the whole bus ride, I was sitting with people who came from all walks of life. Their hardships I shall never know, or their ambitions. They will never know my name and I shall never know theirs. So I sat there smiling and thinking how I will never see the person I'm sitting next too or the lady in the pink blouse. We were on board that bus together all because our destination lay in the same direction. So freaky..The things you think about on the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-111002623122952812?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/111002623122952812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=111002623122952812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111002623122952812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/111002623122952812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/bus-172.html' title='Bus 172'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110956120744337677</id><published>2005-02-28T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:41.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yowza!! I watched troy dvd yesterday. I must admit I'm not a big fan of war movies because I'll get so upset with the body count. All those blood flowing out and all the life sapping out from the dying guy. However, with saving private ryan and troy, I try to overlook the things that sadden me. OMG..Troy is an amazing movie. My goodness. I was like gaping throughout the whole movie. The setting was spectacular. The director did a fantastic job. Troy was such a beauty. Ok so the actors played a part as well. Brad pitt, Orlando Bloom and Eric Bana were great. Achilles, Paris and Hector. Achilles was a great warrior. The director portrayed Achilles as a great warrior who doesn't believe in the greek gods, doesn't care about King Agamemnon and is quite the gentleman when he's in love. Fuh~.. Brad pitt was so hot!! Hehe.. But Hector was just as great a warrior who believes in peace among nations. He truly cares about his country, his wife, child and the soldiers who bled for him and Troy. Personally, I think King Priam is a great ruler but he shouldn't believe in his advisers on whom the Sun God - Apollo would curse. I respect Achilles greatly because he doesn't want to serve a greedy king and could bravely say "He's not my king." . However, his main goal in life is for people to remember his name long after he's gone. He cares dearly for his cousin, Patraclus, who died because Hector slit his throat, thinking he was killing the Great Achilles. I hate the ending because Achilles was "so near yet so far" from the maiden he loved. Paris had to kill Achilles..WHY!!!!!!!!! Haiyo.. History is so sad. But I like this part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Young Boy: "The man you're about to fight is big. I wouldn't want to fight him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Achilles: "That's why no one will remember your name.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110956120744337677?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110956120744337677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110956120744337677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110956120744337677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110956120744337677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/troy.html' title='Troy'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110931177759877615</id><published>2005-02-25T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a WhoLe LoT of PettyNess..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My goodness. I don't even know where to begin. Okay so I was coming in late this morning and strolled into stats lecture class and thankfully sat next to Eileen. I plopped onto my chair and tuned out all the stats thrown at me and studied for my econs test later on. After a while, I heard someone sing. It was him. The classmate that annoys me so very much. So, I immediately "shh" him. Ben laughed at her since she was singing. A harmless laughter. Anyone who knows him, knew that he did that for fun not to spite. Then the "him", stared at Ben for a few minutes I think before returning to his notes. A few moments later, the "him" stormed out of the lecture hall, leaving his gf behind. We all witnessed it of course and fire was burning up in me. Little did I know, the rest of my classmates thought the same thing. HOW PETTY!!!!! My goodness. So, upon seeing such a blue blood act, I, without hesitation, told the gf "WahLao.. You're bf damn petty.." It was just a MF joke. (Not to me..but I made it sound like one.) She in return gave me a stare and few minutes later, bolted out of the lecture room. Such pettiness. None of my friends can stand this torture anymore. And "he" was the one who said Eileen spent so much time with Jacky. Look who's spending more time with the gf. For GOD's sake, look at your own mistakes first before you open your giant F***ed up GAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110931177759877615?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110931177759877615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110931177759877615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110931177759877615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110931177759877615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/whole-lot-of-pettyness.html' title='a WhoLe LoT of PettyNess..'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110922698523538432</id><published>2005-02-24T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khas Buat Aman tersayang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To my baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's no occasion but I thought I wanted to write something for you. Don't know if it's nice.. I'm sorry if it isn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I feel lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I listen to my favourite song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm reminded of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When my phone rings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I hope it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I have a joke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I need to calm down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I want to feel loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And when they ask who I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I KNOW it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110922698523538432?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110922698523538432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110922698523538432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110922698523538432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110922698523538432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/khas-buat-aman-tersayang.html' title='Khas Buat Aman tersayang..'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110922450577445101</id><published>2005-02-24T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:40.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday, while I was about to board the train, I noticed a sort of malay-looking guy on the train. Ya.. I know what you're thinking. Malay guy.. So what? The difference with this guy is how much he looked like ORLANDO BLOOM!! OMG. I thought I was dreaming it all up. I took so many glances at him. I couldnt help myself. I really thought he was Orlando!! Too bad for me is that the guy was my height. That was a big turn-off. But whoa.. His jawline was just like Orlando. His features were just the same!! Only that he was wearing a cap and he had those goatee kind but not much of facial hair. Holy COW!!!! Haha.. But nah..not interested. The real thing is better right? Haha.. Anyway, I'm thinking of starting journals of how I'm trying to early. Must really change into those early bird kind of peeps. HELP ME CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please help me change!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110922450577445101?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110922450577445101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110922450577445101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110922450577445101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110922450577445101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/orlando-bloom.html' title='Orlando Bloom'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110865021966382351</id><published>2005-02-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:40.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrt Samaritan &amp; Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;MRT Samaritan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I got on the train at dover and as usual (if I'm alone), I would reach for the vertical bar and hold it for the rest of my journey..If I was standing, of course. However, there was an old man in front of me &amp; so I just tried my best to squeeze as little space as I can to hold on tight. Thankfully, he didn't curse and he moved to my right. Afterwards, at Clementi, this dude on my left was leaning onto the vertical pole. I was cursing a little in my heart and most probably focusing on what my hand had hit him. Perhaps the old man saw my instant reaction and immediately acted onto the problem. He tapped the leaning fella hard and told him in chinese to stand properly because I couldn't be able to hold the pole. I was so shocked!! I  bowed down my head slightly and remain uncomfortably silent. It was so unbearable for me to even stay in the MRT. But I realised that it's not often someone would be so outspoken and help you as immediate as that old man. Wow... I'm very impressed actually. If there were more men like him in this world, I wouldn't have to use the words "male chauvinist" so many times.. Maybe I should this for someone else soon.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Recently, I wore heels to school because I thought it was a presentation day. Little did I know that it was just an outline of the presentation. Anyways, my high heel shoes were quite high and I made an effort to try to be elegant and not embarrass myself. However, when I put on those shoes that particular Tuesday morning, (I was rushing &amp; my mom were kinda giving me so many shoes to try and wear) I "paraded" in front of my mom as I walked off. Unfortunately, my heels gave way and I tripped! Haha...I laughed like a mad woman after that. I was so embarrassed since minutes before I tripped, my mom had already warned me that I should take care and not fall. My grandmother was already saying out so many prayer sentence.. Haha.. I felt so foolish!! Haha.. But I couldn't help but remember shalu's grad night at CDANS lift. The gap in between the lift.. Do you remember? Hehe.. that was hilarious.. Hahaha... I should have turned around and witness that grand moment..Haha...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110865021966382351?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110865021966382351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110865021966382351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110865021966382351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110865021966382351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/mrt-samaritan-heels.html' title='Mrt Samaritan &amp; Heels'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110774646663842196</id><published>2005-02-07T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe RiCh gUy EpIsOdE 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On our last CIP, I had to say that we slacked. Karen, Ifa and I did do our part for the first 2 and a half hours (because mine and ifa's CIP were only left with that amount of time). You cannot imagine how pissed off we were to see that Tai Tai bastard just lazing around and saying "Ain go..Karen go..Ifa go..". It came to a point in time that Ifa was about to blow. Karen and I were just minutes away. Mind you, we didn't want him in our group. But since his girlfriend was a close friend, so we had to accept. He spent the entire afternoon lazing around and complaining of how it was stupid to do CIP. I was really pissed off. We all know&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; that you're&lt;/span&gt; blueblood but that doesn't give you the right to complain sooo much when you did absolutely NOTHING!! When I sat down for a few minutes to eat something since I was hungry, he still had the audacity to say "Don't eat la..go do your job." Damn f**k.. And he said this while his girlfriend was sitting on his lap. Why do I make such "great" company? Karen was the type that was soft-spoken and doesn't really show that she's pissed off. However, moments later, when I had to leave since ifa and my duty was over (much to our relief), she went up to me, held my hand tight and said "Don't leave me!! Please...Don't leave me with them!!" So Ifa and I ended up going around Taka with them. That Tai Tai is too much. I have never been so angry with a friend before. He thinks that everything revolves around him. I hope you'll be bankrupt one day. I really do. I wish you'll be so poor that you'll realise just how important CIP is. And when that time comes, I hope no one would want to help you. I don't mean to be cruel but someone has to teach you a valuable lesson, my "friend".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110774646663842196?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110774646663842196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110774646663842196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110774646663842196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110774646663842196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/rich-guy-episode-4.html' title='tHe RiCh gUy EpIsOdE 4'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110768778487199038</id><published>2005-02-06T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:40.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP openhouse &amp; irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SP openhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I shall never forget this year's openhouse. And obviously, everyone knows why. Taufik Batisah came to SP! My goodness.. I got Mar &amp; Rau to help queue to get good seats and they came at 11:30am. Luckily, we got some inside info on where we should line up so Ifa &amp;amp; I dragged Mar &amp; Rau to the correct place. They waited until 12pm and the security SP students and staff, "ushered" them into the convention centre auditorium thingy. Ifa, another female malay DBA student and myself, followed behind by just a few mins. My heart was beating so fast. It was nerve-wrecking. In the end, I did something I never thought I would. You know those shows where they show celebs concert? Whenever the fans saw the celeb after the curtain drew, some would cry and scream right? I thought these people were insane. I mean, you came all this way just to cry and scream? Little did I know that, when the curtains drew and revealed THE Taufik Batisah, I did the exact same thing. It was my first time..That I had to say. It was Ifa's too. We screamed our head-off and when I looked at her, she was crying too!! The show was great. He sang a few lines off his new album and you can't believe how better off he sounded when he sang live. I mean, when we hear him on tv, there wasn't much of pitching we could hear. But when I heard him live, my heart melted. He sang "One Last" and "Me &amp;amp; Mrs Jones". My GOD!! His smile was so nice!! I was totally stunned. I just wanted to cherish the moment much to Ifa's dismay. She wanted me to accompany her to the front. But you see, for me, I just wanted to cherish the moment. I just wanted to remember every detail. Face it, I'm never going to have this chance of seeing him upclose again. Hiez..He was drop dead gorgeous. But wah lao...during his SP days, he never looked any worse. Such a typical Mat.Hehe..But all is forgiven Taufik!!! :) Hiez.. He waved at his fans sia.. So GREAT!!! Later on, when I watched the NEWS on channel 5, they took Rau,Ifa and my face!!! Haha..I was so stunned. It was a great way to remember 5th feb, minus the 5mins I almost lost my voice while shouting Taufik's name. (P.S : To aleph who asked me who was more handsome,.. I think Aman's handsome. But taufik is those "celebrity handsome"..someone to admire from far.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Irony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the taufik "show", Rau &amp;amp; Mar walked above the Spinnovex..meaning the pathway above me. I was leaning at Aman's pillar when I saw them walk passed. At the same time, one of Mar's guy friends whose attitude is equivalent to a male chauvinist, walked out of the Spinnovex exhibiton thingy. Haiyo.. Isn't that sort of ironic? How one person from the outside can see two people they know at the same time, coming from almost the same place but at opposite ends? Well...that's just my one cent's worth. By the way..I'll update on my proud rich friend again next time..Lots to talk about on that matter.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110768778487199038?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110768778487199038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110768778487199038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110768778487199038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110768778487199038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/sp-openhouse-irony.html' title='SP openhouse &amp; irony'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636926.post-110679995711696503</id><published>2005-01-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:35:40.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drain, Keys and Old Chang Kee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Drain &amp; Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Eileen accidentally dropped her keys in the drain near the SB "hill" gate when she stepped out of the cab on wednesday morning. Upset, she told us of her peculiar "plight" and half the class volunteered to help.. only those of us who were close-knit with her. S0 the (like what) 10 of us, trudged down the hill and made our way to the dreaded, smelly drain. We saw the key and figured out what to do next. First, we tried to use our earphones (sponsored by karen). It was a rather difficult to hook it to the keys. It seemed like the reality of an arcade game. Unfortunately, even in reality, we failed. Next, kwang wee gave us a twig that looked like a hook. The twig wasn't long enough to reach the keys. So I figured maybe something sticky would help. All we could come up with was plasters. We stuck it to the earphones but we still failed. Hot and sweaty, we tried and tried. Two kind lecturers helped call the maintenance people but they took quite a long time. Lastly, yuquan sponsored his earphones and benjamin gave us a hook. We stuck it to the earphones and slowly, karen and I helped guide the bloody thing to the keys once again. We dared not breathe while the earphones sank to the dirty depths of the drain. Finally, we managed to hook it onto the keys!! We screamed for joy but it didn't celebrate till we handed the keys back to Eileen. She was, of course, grateful. She thanked us and we went to eat at FC6. Can't believe the great teamwork we all had. Great job guys!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Old Chang Kee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Drats this bloody shop. It's so bloody good!!!! Ifa, Aman and I couldn't stop gobbling up the food we bought. We couldn't help ourselves. The squid fritters (i think) are excellent. Couldn't help eating it every other day ever since it went halal. Sheesh.. I'm going bloody brankrupt!! Oh no!!! Shyzer. Help me!! Yum yum.. this is all Andrea's fault!!! Hehe..Yum.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636926-110679995711696503?l=freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110679995711696503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8636926&amp;postID=110679995711696503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110679995711696503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636926/posts/default/110679995711696503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freezing-procrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/01/drain-keys-and-old-chang-kee.html' title='Drain, Keys and Old Chang Kee..'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661187889996345864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/ainstein87/FiringSquad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
