<?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-29250476</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:44:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aishah</title><subtitle type='html'>In this blog, I talk about my daily life and crap...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8106173421572445024</id><published>2009-10-21T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:51:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden note.</title><content type='html'>I remembered when I was sleeping in bus 161,&lt;br /&gt;and left my iPod unattended.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when I woke up... I found out this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/St8RkIJ5K6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/u94Z5pv9x_k/s1600-h/IMG_0008.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/St8RkIJ5K6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/u94Z5pv9x_k/s320/IMG_0008.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime suspect?&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline Sim Hui Yi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8106173421572445024?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8106173421572445024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8106173421572445024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8106173421572445024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8106173421572445024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/10/hidden-note.html' title='Hidden note.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/St8RkIJ5K6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/u94Z5pv9x_k/s72-c/IMG_0008.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7232890336627116661</id><published>2009-10-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:26:00.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow?</title><content type='html'>While mum and I was returning home from Orchard Road, we found out that there was this Siam cat sitting nonchalantly at the lift lobby on the 6th floor of our flat.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was rather delighted to find out about the cat's presence, but I wasn't too delighted.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything against that poor old cat,&lt;br /&gt;it's just that I happen to have allergic rhinitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA:&amp;nbsp;Sensitivity&amp;nbsp;of the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to cats.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather evident that the cat was hungry, until it impudently strolled into our house and heading into the kitchen to search for any food.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it was rather futile as its search for food showed no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family don't have a habit of keeping a lot of food in the house.&lt;br /&gt;So, you got the wrong person, kitty cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides the kitchen, it started sauntering all over the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have pictures of him (it's a male, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnR6rw8GqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JO6fAtF66-4/s1600-h/DSC01857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnR6rw8GqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JO6fAtF66-4/s320/DSC01857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnSN6v_-tI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jKvYeTRieXg/s1600-h/DSC01858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnSN6v_-tI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jKvYeTRieXg/s320/DSC01858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnSh7gU00I/AAAAAAAAAUE/lQ6HsFYqsH4/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnSh7gU00I/AAAAAAAAAUE/lQ6HsFYqsH4/s320/DSC01859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry about the shoddy pictures taken. I was in 'haste'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we ended up giving him food.&lt;br /&gt;We're not sadists anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, he's outside sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute cat.&lt;br /&gt;Very well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;It think because its aged already, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a music video that shows a mother cat and its kittens.&lt;br /&gt;Although the song has nothing to do with cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sc8RQ6Muitk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sc8RQ6Muitk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7232890336627116661?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7232890336627116661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7232890336627116661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7232890336627116661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7232890336627116661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/10/meow.html' title='Meow?'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/StnR6rw8GqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JO6fAtF66-4/s72-c/DSC01857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8263756057305352649</id><published>2009-10-15T08:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:22:54.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've updated my blog! HAPPY? :D</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;Someone has been urging me persistently (well, not exactly) to update my abandoned blog.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly there is nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have a lot of things in mind these days,&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm not a person who opens up so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Especially in blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad, you saw that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Cognitive II.&lt;br /&gt;And my facilitator is a bald and looks similar to this bald character in the Dragon Ball Z series.&lt;br /&gt;But he's funny anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8263756057305352649?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8263756057305352649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8263756057305352649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8263756057305352649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8263756057305352649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-updated-my-blog-happy-d.html' title='I&apos;ve updated my blog! HAPPY? :D'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2421430974645524227</id><published>2009-10-03T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:17:14.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored. And I can't sleep. Can you?</title><content type='html'>I remembered when I was a child, I was lucky enough to get internet excess from home.&lt;br /&gt;Probably for educational purposes or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, a primary school student like I was, didn't actually have the need for so much internet excess.&lt;br /&gt;So, I remembered using to internet for other purposes instead.&lt;br /&gt;Like going to www.stupid.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just now, since I couldn't sleep, I took my iPod touch and browse the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, it reminded me about www.stupid.com.&lt;br /&gt;For so long since I never been to that site, once again, I took the courage to waste several minutes of my life to take a look at that site.&lt;br /&gt;You should try.&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing that attracted me though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DESCRIPTION OF PRODUCT:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Vomit Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;This amazing and revolting candy is also a nasty game. Here's how it's played...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm going to offer you two jelly beans -- One of them has a delightful and refreshing peach flavor. But the other one tastes like vomit. Which one will you take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Unless you're absolutely nuts, you'll take the peach one. But what if they both look EXACTLY ALIKE? You won't know whether it's peach or puke until you bite down on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Is that evil, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Each box of Bean Boozled contains pairs of identical Jelly Beans - In each pair, one is tasty and the other is revolting. No, you can't tell which one by smelling it. The only way is to actually EAT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;We've been having so much fun at Stupid Headquarters. Gary got Berry when Marni got toothpaste. Bob ended up with a mouthful of moldy cheese while Joel happily ate his caramel corn. It's wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Each box contains 1.6 ounces of Jelly Beans, and 1.6 ounces of anything has never been this much fun. Check out the chart on the left to see all the crazy flavors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;They're made by Jelly Belly, so the quality is terrific. And the flavors, we're sorry to say, are perfectly captured.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: transparent; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: transparent; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1Ms4vf7I/AAAAAAAAATc/L85OLOL1wqA/s1600-h/boozled-title.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1Ms4vf7I/AAAAAAAAATc/L85OLOL1wqA/s320/boozled-title.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1OdNucpI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vt93LHGKLk4/s1600-h/boozled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1OdNucpI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vt93LHGKLk4/s320/boozled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1P2uR_vI/AAAAAAAAATs/GJdRgTuUqk8/s1600-h/boozled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1P2uR_vI/AAAAAAAAATs/GJdRgTuUqk8/s320/boozled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2421430974645524227?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2421430974645524227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2421430974645524227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2421430974645524227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2421430974645524227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-bored-and-i-cant-sleep-can-you.html' title='I&apos;m bored. And I can&apos;t sleep. Can you?'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsY1Ms4vf7I/AAAAAAAAATc/L85OLOL1wqA/s72-c/boozled-title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8878100144406937403</id><published>2009-09-28T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:39:47.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz Lightyear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsCSTSkMXrI/AAAAAAAAATU/M8K-8e_XRt0/s1600-h/Space+Junkie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsCSTSkMXrI/AAAAAAAAATU/M8K-8e_XRt0/s320/Space+Junkie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Space Junkie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8878100144406937403?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8878100144406937403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8878100144406937403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8878100144406937403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8878100144406937403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/buzz-lightyear.html' title='Buzz Lightyear'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SsCSTSkMXrI/AAAAAAAAATU/M8K-8e_XRt0/s72-c/Space+Junkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2461475868245214815</id><published>2009-09-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:12:31.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse a Cat Ltd.</title><content type='html'>The purpose for this post is just to publish one of my latest art work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sr-OzaT5-ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/4TlcNfoxnrM/s1600-h/CC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sr-OzaT5-ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/4TlcNfoxnrM/s320/CC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Don't call it art then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2461475868245214815?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2461475868245214815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2461475868245214815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2461475868245214815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2461475868245214815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/confuse-cat-ltd.html' title='Confuse a Cat Ltd.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sr-OzaT5-ZI/AAAAAAAAATM/4TlcNfoxnrM/s72-c/CC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6303579151301948900</id><published>2009-09-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:46:30.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else to do.</title><content type='html'>*Singing merrily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I were not in a CID, something else I like to be,&lt;br /&gt;If I were not in a CID, a window cleaner I'll be,&lt;br /&gt;With a rubber-dub-dub, scrub-dub-dub all day long,&lt;br /&gt;With a rubber-dub-dub, scrub-dub-dub I sing this merry song.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6303579151301948900?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6303579151301948900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6303579151301948900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6303579151301948900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6303579151301948900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-else-to-do.html' title='Nothing else to do.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3375505043858019627</id><published>2009-09-22T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:36:26.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first SLR.</title><content type='html'>Guess what. I just bought an SLR.&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps up and down with delirious joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre12h4hr3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/L7uKnbKJsGs/s1600-h/DSC01782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre12h4hr3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/L7uKnbKJsGs/s320/DSC01782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre1shfa1UI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LxJxgrgeEmI/s1600-h/DSC01779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre1shfa1UI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LxJxgrgeEmI/s320/DSC01779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre1_btaoxI/AAAAAAAAATE/jg6kX4ZRqfw/s1600-h/DSC01785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre1_btaoxI/AAAAAAAAATE/jg6kX4ZRqfw/s320/DSC01785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy it really.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even posses the right amount of money to buy such things.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's an old model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Neither did I shop lifted this SLR from a random camera store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;Was.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he used to have a photography obsession when he was younger, but it was somehow diminishing throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I just knew he had it today!&lt;br /&gt;How? When my family and I were at my cousin's house, suddenly our topic diverted into cameras.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Dad spoke. &lt;br /&gt;He seemed to know his way around cameras, recommending which brand was the best for SLRs.&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly shocked of course, because he was the last person I knew who would have obsession on such things.&lt;br /&gt;Because our family hadn't got any habit of having cameras, even the non-professional ones, because dad said that he doesn't like wasting money on those, &lt;br /&gt;Even, kept denying me not to buy a DSLR,&lt;br /&gt;but... somehow,&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about cameras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on our way back home, I was asking mum to buy me a DSLR, &lt;br /&gt;since mum was planning to change from black to a red plate for the car.&lt;br /&gt;Then dad asked, I have an SLR.&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you show me before!?" I riposted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was spoilt. &lt;br /&gt;The mirror inside the camera has a crack, but doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;That crack can be there in the photos for artistic purposes.&lt;br /&gt;Still can be used though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, my dad happen to give a workable SLR which is older than me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still planning to buy an DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm happy, hope you're happy too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3375505043858019627?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3375505043858019627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3375505043858019627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3375505043858019627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3375505043858019627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-slr.html' title='My first SLR.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sre12h4hr3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/L7uKnbKJsGs/s72-c/DSC01782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8222193095979515421</id><published>2009-09-21T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:01:19.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Src_yFpVYHI/AAAAAAAAASs/1XLcJ098i84/s1600-h/penguin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Src_yFpVYHI/AAAAAAAAASs/1XLcJ098i84/s320/penguin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little funny story.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while my family (along with my half-brother) and I was driving home,&lt;br /&gt;we saw this American middled aged man, driving a Harley Davidson bike.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we were stopped at the traffic light, as the light was evidently red.&lt;br /&gt;When it turned green,&lt;br /&gt;The American bloke, accidentally drove on the right side of the road,&lt;br /&gt;Whereby dad drove on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was blatant of why the American bloke drove on the right side...&lt;br /&gt;Since he was an American to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oi. This is Singapore. And you are driving on the wrong side of the road. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I have almost nothing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first day of Hari Raya, was usually a routine for my family.&lt;br /&gt;Accept that my half-brother decided to tag along, since he was utterly bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, didn't have much high hopes on this day.&lt;br /&gt;But I certainly do have high hopes for the upcoming class outing event on 2nd October.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;So excited, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the word &lt;i&gt;shush&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;what do you get, if you have &lt;i&gt;Rowan Atkinson&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;John Cleese&lt;/i&gt; on stage?&lt;br /&gt;You get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGFz9gt0-Fc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OGFz9gt0-Fc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Makes me have this terrible urge to watch Blackadder series now.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, plenty of those in YouTube.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8222193095979515421?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8222193095979515421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8222193095979515421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8222193095979515421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8222193095979515421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala~'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Src_yFpVYHI/AAAAAAAAASs/1XLcJ098i84/s72-c/penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3395720351285249236</id><published>2009-09-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:55:06.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat parrot</title><content type='html'>Happy Eid -International&lt;br /&gt;or if you're unhappy and want to stick to your Mother Tongue, then...&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri - Singapore &amp;amp; Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. &lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting silly, silly, silly.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common, let's get on with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrUM1ErqtEI/AAAAAAAAASk/eLFNJHUw-HA/s1600-h/fat+parrot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrUM1ErqtEI/AAAAAAAAASk/eLFNJHUw-HA/s320/fat+parrot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3395720351285249236?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3395720351285249236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3395720351285249236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3395720351285249236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3395720351285249236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/fat-parrot.html' title='Fat parrot'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrUM1ErqtEI/AAAAAAAAASk/eLFNJHUw-HA/s72-c/fat+parrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8586709563962531182</id><published>2009-09-19T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:48:40.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New drawings!</title><content type='html'>I was bored and I did these in Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was chatting with Syad, and he liked my chicken, so he requested me to do the same for him.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a chicken, he wanted a cat.&lt;br /&gt;Which says "I love Syad!" on it.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrPQOifDXYI/AAAAAAAAASc/oA4ff2Q_faA/s1600-h/super+chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrPQOifDXYI/AAAAAAAAASc/oA4ff2Q_faA/s320/super+chicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrPQKZQUk4I/AAAAAAAAASU/PL37ALXIWuI/s1600-h/i+love+syad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrPQKZQUk4I/AAAAAAAAASU/PL37ALXIWuI/s320/i+love+syad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Used Photoshop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these drawings, I believe that today was going to be the last day of the fasting month, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that, this month was ending sooner than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the name &lt;i&gt;fasting&lt;/i&gt; month.&lt;br /&gt;There is, of course the &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;sour&lt;/i&gt; at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet would be that, Hari Raya is starting...&lt;br /&gt;And can at least spend some days wearing traditional clothes for a day or two to someone else's houses. &lt;br /&gt;You know, supporting the culture which is turning into a demise because of the our country is being Americanised and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the sour is however,&lt;br /&gt;That there wouldn't be any family dinner like we always do in fasting months.&lt;br /&gt;Because, fasting months, the time for us to eat is the same, each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the normal days, whereby my family members and I would just eat when our stomachs ask us to do so, each with their time of its own.&lt;br /&gt;Or... to watch the telly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't be pessimistic always.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a next year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm up for the last day.&lt;br /&gt;And then after that, it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would be looking forward for the next upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Something extremely random happened.&lt;br /&gt;I received a &lt;i&gt;marriage proposal&lt;/i&gt; from this random Chinese guy who worked at this curtain shop in Geylang (Not the prossie area).&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling, rather inexplicable... &lt;br /&gt;More like... embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. But it was meant to be a joke anyway.&lt;br /&gt;As far as my memory can go... this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He passed me, than stopped and stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;I was nonplussed, I thought he wanted to scold me not to sit on his stool or something.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him back a glare.&lt;br /&gt;The he said in Malay with his Chinese accents, "Wah, nice smile!"&lt;br /&gt;Then looked over to my dad, "Is this your daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad, obviously, started boasting about who else but himself "She's good looking because of me, since she got her looks from me,"&lt;br /&gt;Then the Chinese fella said "If she hasn't got any boyfriend, give me ar,"&lt;br /&gt;*At that point of time, I felt like saying I had a boyfriend just to save myself from that awkward moment, but I was nonplussed. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;My mum then interrupted "You can take her, if you become the owner of this shop," &lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;Then, dad says "Nevermine lar, his the son's owner what."&lt;br /&gt;Then the owner suddenly came in and said pointing out to his... son(?), "No lar, his the real owner," Winking his eye indicating that it was of course a fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was there, again, nonplussed, listening to their cock conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bugger.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am still fully awake now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I had a few hours nap from 8pm - 12 mid just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8586709563962531182?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8586709563962531182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8586709563962531182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8586709563962531182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8586709563962531182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-drawings.html' title='New drawings!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SrPQOifDXYI/AAAAAAAAASc/oA4ff2Q_faA/s72-c/super+chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3881909856090328426</id><published>2009-09-17T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:02:37.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are several things I would like to share...</title><content type='html'>There are several things here, that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monty Python Video. - Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook Sketch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G6D1YI-41ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G6D1YI-41ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;Number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A random note I found in a website I would like to spam on. It's a bit long, I fear. But nevertheless... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Notes – No One-Word Answers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Relationship Status] - Single and searching for the right person.&lt;br /&gt;[Parents still together] - Of course they are.&lt;br /&gt;[Siblings] - A brother and 2 half brothers.&lt;br /&gt;[pets] - Sorry, none.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;[Color] - Green, maybe... red.&lt;br /&gt;[Number] - Number 9.&lt;br /&gt;[Animal] - Cats, dogs.&lt;br /&gt;[Book] - Han Solo Trilogy and Ian Rankin crime novels.&lt;br /&gt;[Flower] - Rose or... something else, doesn't matter, really.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;[Have tattoos?] - No way in hell.&lt;br /&gt;[Cheat on tests?] - Yes, I did a few times. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;[Like roller coasters?] - Feel like riding on one, now.&lt;br /&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?] - I want to go London.&lt;br /&gt;[Like cleaning?] - Not quite. Especially having allergies on dust.&lt;br /&gt;[Own a cell phone?] - Since I was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;[Current hair] - Short, look like Paul McCartney's hair during the early '60s.&lt;br /&gt;[currently playing] - A song, composed and played by Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;[Last movie you saw] - 9. Not a bad movie.&lt;br /&gt;[last thing you ate] - Ate KoKo Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] - Actually they are. Not aliens however. Little microscopic creatures in Mars. Before the sun dried them all.&lt;br /&gt;[Hate yourself?] - Sometimes, it can get nasty.&lt;br /&gt;[Collect anything?] - Used to be DVD's, but now no.&lt;br /&gt;[Like your handwriting?] - It changes depending on the mood. So, nah, don't quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE…&lt;br /&gt;[First crush] - Harrison Ford.&lt;br /&gt;[you believe in love at first sight?] - Not anymore. It's daft.&lt;br /&gt;[you believe in "the one?"] - Of course. Everyone has their own respective 'the one'. Well, depends.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;[Sarcastic] - Used to be extremely&amp;nbsp;sarcastic. Only on people I hate. Honestly, my sarcasm can be extremely vicious, so I prefer not to be now these days.&lt;br /&gt;[shy] - Extremely. Oh well. ):&lt;br /&gt;[Talkative] - No. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER…&lt;br /&gt;[Pierce your nose or belly button?] - Neither.&lt;br /&gt;[Be serious or funny?] - Well, both. Depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU…&lt;br /&gt;[Simple or complicated?] - Simple outside, complicated inside.&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU..&lt;br /&gt;[What time is it]- 12.46am.&lt;br /&gt;[Name] - Aishah&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT…&lt;br /&gt;[Where do you want to live] - Can I live in Scotland? Hehehe. Or Austria.&lt;br /&gt;[How many kids do you want] - 2.&lt;br /&gt;[What kind of job do you want] - Architect or accountant.&lt;br /&gt;[Do you want to get married] - Of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE..&lt;br /&gt;[Are you double jointed] - No way. :S&lt;br /&gt;[Can you raise one eyebrow] - Yes. only on the right.&lt;br /&gt;[Can you cross your eyes] - Yes. Used to do that a lot until dad scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;[Do you make your bed daily] - Nope. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;CLOTHES, ETC…&lt;br /&gt;[Which shoe goes on first] - Right one.&lt;br /&gt;[Ever thrown one at someone] - A book at my cadet, last year.&lt;br /&gt;[How Much money do you carry in your wallet]- Usually changes, depends on my savings.&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU…&lt;br /&gt;[Bought something] - Afraid not... Didn't go out.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten sick] - Not at all. :D&lt;br /&gt;[Sang] - Hahaha, yes.&lt;br /&gt;[Felt stupid] - No at all.&lt;br /&gt;[Missed someone] - Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten drunk] - I don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten high] - I don't take drugs or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;[Danced crazy] - Hahaa. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;[Gotten your hair cut] - Do you think I can possible done these things in a day?&lt;br /&gt;[Watched cartoons] - Watched short mini episode of Jackie Chan adventures. Oh, reminds me of the childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;[Lied to someone] - No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST FEW DAYS WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON THAT…&lt;br /&gt;[Slept in your bed] - Zhi Xiang and Jacq.&lt;br /&gt;[Saw you cry] - Wow... I never cried in front of anybody.&lt;br /&gt;[Saw a movie with you] - I went movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;br /&gt;[Been to California] - Not planning to.&lt;br /&gt;[Been to Europe] - Planning to, yeah. But never.&lt;br /&gt;[Wished you were the opposite sex] - Yes... Because sometimes being a girl is troublesome. But, come to think again... If I turn into a guy, I would be gay. :S&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY…&lt;br /&gt;1. [Honestly, what color is your underwear?] - Can't remember, and don't want to check. Won't tell you if I remembered anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. [Honestly, whats on your mind right now?] - What is actually the colour of my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;3. [Honestly, what are you doing right now?] - Typing this?&lt;br /&gt;4. [Honestly, do you think you are attractive?] - I look like a ****.&lt;br /&gt;5. [Honestly, have you done something bad Today?] - Nope. Stayed at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;6. [Honestly, do you watch disney channel?] – NO.&lt;br /&gt;7. [Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?] - Perhaps... I *will* be jealous of someone.&lt;br /&gt;8. [Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?] - Doing other things that divert me away of thinking of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;9. [Honestly, do you bite your nails?] - Never had that habit before.&lt;br /&gt;10.[Honestly, what is your mood right now?] - Hmm... Neither contented, mad, nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;11.[Honestly, who do you want to see at this very moment?] - No one.&lt;br /&gt;12.[Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret?] - Yes. Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;13.[Honestly, do you hate someone right now?] - Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;15.[Honestly, do you like someone?] - Used to.&lt;br /&gt;16.[Honestly, does anyone like you?] - Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE’S CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I still watch cartoons on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I eat Froot Loops.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I go trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve taken a bubble bath in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have water balloon fights with my friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I still believe in Santa&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mommy’s still the coolest person ever&lt;br /&gt;[x] sleep till noon.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I still pass out little Valentines day cards on Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The boy/girl that sits next to me is cute.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I still drink apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There are monsters in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can’t sleep with the lights off&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can’t sleep with the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I still like piggy back rides.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boys/girls still have cooties&lt;br /&gt;A – AVAILABLE : Depends on the person.&lt;br /&gt;B – BEST FRIENDS : Lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;C- Cute: I find Michael Palin in Monty Python cute.&lt;br /&gt;D – DADS NAME : Senin.&lt;br /&gt;E – LAST PERSON OF OPPOSITE SEX YOU TALKED TO : Dad.&lt;br /&gt;F – FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST: The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;G – GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS : Gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;H – HOMETOWN : Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;I – INSTRUMENT : Keyboard. Thinking of getting a synthesizer.&lt;br /&gt;K – KIDS : Would like to have 2.&lt;br /&gt;L – LONGEST CAR RIDE: From Singapore to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;M – MILK FLAVOR : Strawberry flavour.&lt;br /&gt;N – NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : 1.&lt;br /&gt;O – ONE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF : Unquestionably loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Q – FAVORITE QUOTE : Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it. :D&lt;br /&gt;R – REASON TO SMILE : To something that means to me.&lt;br /&gt;S – SONG YOU LAST HEARD : Weird Fishes/Arpeggi, Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;T – TIME YOU WOKE UP : 2.00pm&lt;br /&gt;U – UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: Too much unknown facts.&lt;br /&gt;W – WORST HABITS :&lt;br /&gt;****Everyone has their firsts…****&lt;br /&gt;First real best friend: Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;First Cellphone: A samsung, can't remember model.&lt;br /&gt;First pet: A mouse.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Piercing, ears.&lt;br /&gt;First flight: To down under.&lt;br /&gt;****Everyone has their lasts…****&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged: Can't exactly remember.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried : Few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you touched: Computer keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Last time at the mall: 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw: My mum.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank: h2o&lt;br /&gt;Last time you have been truly happy: When I was 5 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3881909856090328426?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3881909856090328426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3881909856090328426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3881909856090328426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3881909856090328426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-several-things-i-would-like.html' title='There are several things I would like to share...'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7700672889223560523</id><published>2009-09-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:38:06.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4186790982408453088?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4186790982408453088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4186790982408453088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4186790982408453088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4186790982408453088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sq08fsEgZ_I/AAAAAAAAASE/STrjDEhxUys/s72-c/spiderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5576673565904940948</id><published>2009-09-11T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:57:52.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights.</title><content type='html'>What do you do if you found out that you are suffering from insomia?&lt;br /&gt;Here are the tips of overcoming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;III. 15 Tips to Overcome Insomnia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-size: 16px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 44px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;RETINAL STIMULATION&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- make it a point to go outside and stimulate your retinas (eyes) for about 15 minutes a day with sunlight. This "full on" light exposure can help restore your body's natural sleep/night cycle, also known as the "circadian rhythm." Looking straight into the sun is never a good idea, but being in an area where you receive the full brightness of the sun around you is what's recommended.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;NO NAPS&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Avoid naps during the day. If you sleep during the day, your body may not be as tired as necessary to get to sleep at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;COOL ROOM&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Keep the temperature in your room cool and comfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;WAKING ACTIVITIES&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Don’t participate in waking activities while in bed, like watching TV, eating, talking on the telephone, texting your friends, or using your laptop. Remember, bed has traditionally been for sleep. Train yourself to limit your bed-related activities, and your body will begin to associate your bed with sleepiness. Reading in bed is different. Reading can help you focus your mind, especially if what you read is boring. Save the murder mysteries for daytime and pick up a boring book for sleep. Reading in bed is an age-old trick for quickly getting to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;GO TO BED AT REGULAR TIME&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;– There's no easy answer to the problem of being too tired during day-time and not tired enough at bed-time. Nonetheless, most experts agree that it is most helpful for you to go to bed at a regular, planned time. If you need to sleep more, it's better for you to go to bed at your regular time and get up earlier. With time, your body should re-adjust and give you the hours you need. Be careful about driving or operating machinery when not fully rested, though. If you feel tired to the point of losing visual focus, you should definitely not be operating heavy machinery - no matter what. When not sleeping well for a period of time, ask someone else to drive you to work, if you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;DON’T EXERCISE (&amp;lt;3 HOURS)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;– Don’t exercise within three hours of trying to fall asleep – this raises the heartrate. Slow stretching on the other hand might be just what the doctor ordered to get your body slowed down and feeling good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;DON’T EAT (&amp;lt;3 HOURS)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Don’t eat heavy meals within three hours of trying to fall asleep – lying horizontally interrupts digestion and may cause heartburn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;AVOID STIMULANTS (&amp;lt;2-3 hours)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Avoid all stimulants such as caffeinated and nicotine in cigarettes. Caffeinated products include coffee, tea, sodas, and especially colas. Even some aspirin or other headache remedies often contain caffeine! "Energy drinks", Mountain Dew and a wide variety of other "energy bars" or supplements often contain a high amount of stimulating products. Check your vitamin and other supplements to make sure none of them are stimulating as well. (Look them up on an Internet search engine if you are unsure.) Check labels to see if products like asprin are in any other product you take before bed. It is a surprise to many people to learn that even cigarettes can be stimulating when you are tired. Stay away from all these substances if you want a good night's sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;AVOID LIQUIDS. (&amp;lt;2 HOURS)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- many people are just simply drinking too many fluids before sleep. Parents with bedwetting children learn to curtail all liquids about 2 hours before sleep, thereby allowing the child's body to void excess liquids about 30-60 minutes before actual bed-time. Well, adults have the same pattern of voiding as children. If liquids are taken before sleep, those liquids create an urgency to urinate that can awaken the adult. While that adult usually has enough baldder control to get to the bathroom, they often do not have the ability to get back to sleep. Stop drinking before sleep, and see if you stop waking up to urinate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;WIND DOWN (&amp;lt;90 MINS)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- 90 minutes before you go to bed, wind own your day and don’t participate in anxiety-inducing activities like checking your mail, email or even watching the evening news.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;WRITE DOWN CONCERNS (&amp;lt;30 MINS)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- Spend a few minutes before bed at night writing down your concerns and stresses, then hopes or things you’re thankful for, so that you can give your mind a rest while you are sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;CALMING MUSIC/SELF-HYPNOSIS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- Listen to calming music, white noise, self-hypnosis or a "brain recalibration" tape for sleep. Such tapes are scientifically designed to help you "reset" your brain and calm down. When developed by researchers rather than marketers, they are remarkably effective. Just be sure to buy your brain recalibration audios from reputatble sleep companies, and not slick marketing companies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;GET UP IF YOU CAN"T SLEEP&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– If you can’t fall asleep after 15-20 minutes get out of bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;AVOID BRIGHT LIGHTS&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– if you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t get back to sleep within 30 minutes, get up but avoid as much light as possible. Light will only stimulate your brain’s day/night balance (circadian cycle). Avoid computer-based hypnosis programs just prior to going to bed for the same reason. The light emitted from a computer screen is intense. Any strong light is more likely to stimulate and wake your nervous system.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px !important; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 5px !important; margin-top: 10px !important; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px !important; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="font-size: 16px !important; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 4px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;REDIRECT NIGHTMARES/BAD THOUGHTS&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– If you have a nightmare or stress-inducing thoughts, focus on a different ending. Write down your nightmare, or tell someone else about it to stop the continual thoughts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source: http://www.selfhelpmagazine.com/article/insomnia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, I'm having sleepless nights for about 2 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I take afternoon naps or...&lt;br /&gt;Lack of activities during this blasted holidays.&lt;br /&gt;And now. I'm stuck, typing letters on my laptop's keyboard, at about 2am in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5576673565904940948?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5576673565904940948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5576673565904940948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5576673565904940948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5576673565904940948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless nights.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5181947989772951890</id><published>2009-09-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:20:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 999 day.</title><content type='html'>090909.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today is the 999 day.&lt;br /&gt;9 is my favourite number, &lt;br /&gt;As well as John Lennon's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nothing much happen today.&lt;br /&gt;Just watched District 9 again.&lt;br /&gt;In better quality, sent by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;At 9am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, that 9am thingy was false.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I was born on the 9th day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;But not this month I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;On another month.&lt;br /&gt;And... umm...&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Jacqueline Sim Hui Yi, for passing her &lt;i&gt;driving theory test&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Woo cheers at the background*&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm quite envious of her now.&lt;br /&gt;And now, she can take practical test.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enjoy the last few hours of the 999 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you don't have anything to do, call 999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For some parts of Asia and the United Kingdom only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I get it. The last part, was rather daft.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5181947989772951890?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5181947989772951890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5181947989772951890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5181947989772951890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5181947989772951890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-999-day.html' title='Happy 999 day.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3380214767480931574</id><published>2009-09-06T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:29:04.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He asked me! He asked me!</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong with the title.&lt;br /&gt;I just took it from a Monty Python sketch out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I did something a little different.&lt;br /&gt;I finally liked rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;Well, only this once. &lt;br /&gt;I did actually made a few stuff... &lt;br /&gt;Such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqOM5lyIn9I/AAAAAAAAARc/SBPyesdW2F8/s1600-h/Ashes+to+Ashes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqOM5lyIn9I/AAAAAAAAARc/SBPyesdW2F8/s320/Ashes+to+Ashes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqONE6UsQdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CGugPm6oUaI/s1600-h/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqONE6UsQdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CGugPm6oUaI/s320/time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqONCnMbXlI/AAAAAAAAARs/kTU21DoazgM/s1600-h/life+on+mars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqONCnMbXlI/AAAAAAAAARs/kTU21DoazgM/s320/life+on+mars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqONA_sJUTI/AAAAAAAAARk/_RrEcnjIBKY/s1600-h/Here+there+everywhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqONA_sJUTI/AAAAAAAAARk/_RrEcnjIBKY/s320/Here+there+everywhere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the texts are excerpts of lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing these designs whilst listening to my song sin iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;Since, I had no idea on what to write on those designs, I used the song lyrics instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture 1:&lt;/b&gt; Ashes to Ashes, David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture 2:&lt;/b&gt; Won't see me, The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picture 3:&lt;/b&gt; Life on Mars?, David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Picture 4:&lt;/b&gt; Here. There and Everywhere, The Beatles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a useless information really, but just give these guys a credit for giving me ideas in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much for creativity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;It seems today I keep watching Monty Python sketches.&lt;br /&gt;I find them funny because they are absolutely random.&lt;br /&gt;Te-hee~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3380214767480931574?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3380214767480931574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3380214767480931574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3380214767480931574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3380214767480931574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-asked-me-he-asked-me.html' title='He asked me! He asked me!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SqOM5lyIn9I/AAAAAAAAARc/SBPyesdW2F8/s72-c/Ashes+to+Ashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5146159225687796526</id><published>2009-09-02T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:38:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suddenly have a huge crush on...</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning already, I saw something rather awful thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to take a photo of it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sp5h5mrgsvI/AAAAAAAAARM/Qd5sWALh0Jc/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sp5h5mrgsvI/AAAAAAAAARM/Qd5sWALh0Jc/s320/DSC01674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this may be a sick illusion of a gecko flying, but no... &lt;br /&gt;This daring gecko, was sticking itself on a window... well, at the other side of the window though. &lt;br /&gt;Which that gave me the opportunity to take its picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the gecko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as per... I was rather bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;But, since my parents weren't working today, dad decided to paint my room, which made my day extra worst.&lt;br /&gt;After he told me he wanted to paint my room, my mind had already anticipated things such as stuff in my room being pushed away from the walls, creating an utter mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to keep these things off my mind, I decided to head out to the National Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, a long walkabout around that city area, places such as Bras Basah and City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking home, after taking a short bus trip, I suddenly saw a group of guys exiting from the neighbourhood park.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw one of the guys from far, "Hmm... Looks like James. Nah, imagination."&lt;br /&gt;Then, my eyes diverted to another person. &lt;br /&gt;"Wait, that's Sherman isn't it?" &lt;br /&gt;And as a matter in fact, it was!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! My long lost husband since, like... Secondary 1? 2? &lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others however, were my ex-schoolmates too. Everyone commented that I looked different, except for one, who was Wei Ming obviously, who apparently is schooling at RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;My huge crush?&lt;br /&gt;Is...&lt;br /&gt;STEPHEN CAMPBELL MOORE! &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so decently hot. I like.&lt;br /&gt;Especially in &lt;i&gt;The History Boys&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sp5nLnxlfgI/AAAAAAAAARU/W6eSENiIth8/s1600-h/034.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sp5nLnxlfgI/AAAAAAAAARU/W6eSENiIth8/s320/034.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5146159225687796526?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5146159225687796526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5146159225687796526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5146159225687796526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5146159225687796526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-suddenly-have-huge-crush-on.html' title='I suddenly have a huge crush on...'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/Sp5h5mrgsvI/AAAAAAAAARM/Qd5sWALh0Jc/s72-c/DSC01674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3686601838629506310</id><published>2009-09-01T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:03:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a time today which I nearly peed my pants. Or skirt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Before I start, I shall announce that there are no pictures for today.&lt;br /&gt;Since, I was too caught up with today's shopping...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 3 girls (Jacqueline, Arisna and I) had a good walkabout around the city, looking for stuff that each of us are planning to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was quite simple, as I just wanted to buy a pair of pump shoes on this exact shop, at this exact shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;Both Jacq and Arisna however, didn't quite plan yet where to buy the shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing after we met, we went to a restaurant to get our stomachs filled, &lt;br /&gt;(Wait, don't start bantering me for not fasting.I wasn't fasting because of religious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;Rather weird to eat in the afternoon during the fasting month, but Jacq kept insisting on to eat.&lt;br /&gt;So I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went around Far East Plaza, then the shopping mall opposite it, ION, Cine Plaza, The Heeren and finally, they found what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;And also, it took almost an hour for Jacq to decide to on which haversack she wanted to purchase: either a &lt;i&gt;Dickies&lt;/i&gt; one or &lt;i&gt;Flesh Imp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are begging for the unduly agony it had received for hours, though both Jacq and Arisna wasn't haggard at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should respect them for that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met 2 people whom I happen to know along the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly was Kumar, local celebrity, and another someone was, too bad it was neither a celebrity nor a person I am fond of, it was Zhi Xiang having dinner with his girlfriend in a restaurant at Cine Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq was practically screaming persistently, "Zhi Xiang! Zhi Xiang!" when we going up to the escalator. &lt;br /&gt;Zhi Xiang spotted us, then covering his mouth with both of his hands like a timid girl.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with him? Covering his mouth like that?" Arisna queried.&lt;br /&gt;"He's always like that," I riposted.&lt;br /&gt;"Feel like giving him a slap &lt;i&gt;sia&lt;/i&gt;," She surmised and our conversation ended there that instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, thank god I'm not the only one,&lt;/i&gt; was the only thing that came up from my mind after what Arisna said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we took the NEL train on our way back home. &lt;br /&gt;Arisna was planning to go to Jacq's house, which I wish I could, but my mum kept insisting me to arrive home early because she wanted me to help do something on her iPhone 3Gs.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;Since the NEL was partially packed, we had to stand at the side of the door (opposite to the one which keeps opening every station)&lt;br /&gt;Arisna was leaning the door, Jacq's hand was on the door, while I was standing opposite the door.&lt;br /&gt;Then, at this point of time, the train halted, Jacq lost her balance, but regained it shortly, by holding onto the door she was holding.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the door slid open, and the air in the tunnel gushed in. Plus, the train was still moving!&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed Jacq's hair been sucked into the door which was ajar, and I nearly peed my pants.&lt;br /&gt;We then laughed like no one else's business about the door.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it was dangerous of course! Some poor bastard can fall off there!&lt;br /&gt;Another time, Jacq tried to push it open, again when the train was moving, and it opened again.&lt;br /&gt;Silly faulty door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without denying any sort of fact, everyone had finally bought what they wanted...&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I didn't waste my holiday sitting rotting at home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention right now. Still planning what to do for today. &lt;br /&gt;Though, almost everyone I know is working. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3686601838629506310?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3686601838629506310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3686601838629506310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3686601838629506310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3686601838629506310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-was-time-today-which-i-nearly.html' title='There was a time today which I nearly peed my pants. Or skirt.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-976555078661850706</id><published>2009-08-27T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:28:49.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip, snip, snip!</title><content type='html'>Today was the day, I finally got my messy, unpredictable, irritating hair done.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to trim my hair a bit... since, having a hair like what I stated above was such a hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was yesterday I had planned it out with Jacq to get our hair done.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us planned to trim our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... and there it is. &lt;br /&gt;Been trimmed...&lt;br /&gt;And looks more like a girl!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jacq's hairstlye is so cute on her.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Like pickachu. &lt;br /&gt;When I said that to her, she showed me the WTF handsign. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes after I had reached home, and after my brother left, the house was completely eerie and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;(Eerie is too exaggerated.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of the sudden, I heard this awful siren sound.&lt;br /&gt;Siren sound as in like, you're in a science lab, going to explode in mere seconds, like in a some James Bond movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perplexed, of course, but despite the fact that I was slightly afraid, I tried to find my way to where the sound was emitting from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw these series of events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= 'http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/iphone.jpg'&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first thought was that maybe, this iPhone belongs to my brother's friend or something...&lt;br /&gt;But why would he leave it here when he already left the house.&lt;br /&gt;And why the devil would his friend leave a phone to charge in this house? Why, doesn't he have his own plug at home or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to tap onto 'Photos'.&lt;br /&gt;There was only 1 photo, and I recognised it well enough.&lt;br /&gt;It was some snapshot someone took, and it looks like an office cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;i&gt;mum's&lt;/i&gt; office cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait, don't jump to conclusions...&lt;/i&gt; I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back to its home page, and tapped 'Messages' since there was a message.&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter in fact, it was &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; message to &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; mum saying I'm not coming home for break-fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know after that, I went completely berserk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mum came back from the mosque she knocked on my door.&lt;br /&gt;I came out and wailed my lungs out "Didn't tell me you bought an iPhone!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. All my mum did was LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm syncing her phone onto my laptop... and I'm not going to waste my night with this sweet iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;*Wiggle eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now? Fell in love with a phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's be optimistic now...&lt;br /&gt;It's only forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-976555078661850706?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/976555078661850706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=976555078661850706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/976555078661850706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/976555078661850706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/08/snip-snip-snip.html' title='Snip, snip, snip!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7887615132827938089</id><published>2009-08-26T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:41:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do, if you happen to possess a random brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just drew a cute doggie in MSN yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;If no one has no idea what it is. It is a dog massaging its aching back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I forgot that there are more &lt;i&gt;class-mate friends related&lt;/i&gt; photos stowed in my mobile phone, which I happen to forget to upload it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Syad even blamed me for not putting his picture, &lt;br /&gt;So, this may somehow, makes you a little content.&lt;br /&gt;At least for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happens if several bored people sitting at the back of Jin's van?&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't at the back though. Just so you know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Family photo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/jacqeligam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know what happen there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/syad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attempting to join a nose-digging modeling contest, I presume?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when I got my mobile phone back, I realised that my home background appeared to be this:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/syad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another one of Syad's attempt of nose-digging modeling contest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographer of these silly photos: Wait... who took these pictures?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And lastly, I would like to give my readers a game to play:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPOT THE DIFFERENCE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or rather, spot the similarities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that is all, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Thinking what else to type.&lt;br /&gt;Or, nothing to type at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7887615132827938089?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7887615132827938089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7887615132827938089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7887615132827938089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7887615132827938089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-do-if-you-happen-to-possess.html' title='What do you do, if you happen to possess a random brain?'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7977127361019301548</id><published>2009-08-25T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:11:57.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes~</title><content type='html'>Finally, my tummy is full, after series of massive consumption of food.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not quite.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually me, who ate too slowly, and was the last one who left the table.&lt;br /&gt;Always happen during the evenings of the fasting months.&lt;br /&gt;*Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's start all the way back from square one.&lt;br /&gt;*Let's make this blog entry a descriptive one*&lt;br /&gt;While I was sauntering after boarding off the 168 bus on the bus stop before the Woodlands interchange, a song suddenly played on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow reminded me of the reminiscence that I had with my fellow classmates...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, &lt;i&gt;quondam&lt;/i&gt; classmates now (shall we?) from the April 20th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, enough. This is not English composition.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the song goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Don't get any big ideas,&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna happen,&lt;br /&gt;You paint your smile,&lt;br /&gt;And fill the holes,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be something missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you found it,&lt;br /&gt;It's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;You don't.&lt;br /&gt;It's gone forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest, no relevance what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Come to think of it, it's going to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;The memories... we had together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;Pity.&lt;br /&gt;Should make it as a whole year, instead of half a year.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I mean what should I say.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I never had a class so united as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pervertedly...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to, Primary school, Secondary school, work, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;But this one was such a large clique of people bounded together multi-racially.&lt;br /&gt;It was abundantly jovial to have such endowment of clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of thinking while sauntering, I finally reached to class and that blasted Programming UT had to start.&lt;br /&gt;Bla, bla, bla~&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as good as I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I expected to be worst, but this was worst enough.&lt;br /&gt;After doing the test indignantly, I was rather pleased that it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, we had several photo taking session,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yay&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But I bet I look rather daft, though. Hehehe~.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went to town, but nothing much happened, since mostly everyone was rather haggard, either because of exhaustion or with boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall head to my keyboard, since I'm getting a bit sleepy typing this.&lt;br /&gt;And oh... pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In McDonald's before Enterprise UT...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/areen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Areen, smirking towards my camera phone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my bedroom, instead of studying...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/jacq-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jacq showing her musical talents (pervertedly) to everyone in the room&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jin, practicall sprawled onto the floor, no not studying. Playing PC games.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll266/aishah09/zx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No narration needed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Both practically have the same type of perfume. &lt;br /&gt;How, bloody uncanny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7977127361019301548?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7977127361019301548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7977127361019301548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7977127361019301548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7977127361019301548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/08/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes~'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2039209741164328067</id><published>2009-08-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:41:04.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great gig in the sky.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a gig somewhere in Arab Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't upload pictures currently. Thanks to my fellow, lovely yet jovial blogger.com.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Areen's band was performing there, along with other few bands.&lt;br /&gt;Pity, we just watched 2 bands then we left, because of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, Jacq and I was quite reluctant to leave when we watched the second band.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Screw the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that is the only reason for me to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Just to comment on the gig.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing, why are these guys so underrated. They should be more well known then they currently are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to ask me whether I revised my Maths...&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;Me? Revise on Maths?&lt;br /&gt;No chance for me having to imbibe such nonsensical knowledge as Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is important to the human lives, but it is just so &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt; to fathom maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I come to a random conclusion whereby preppy guys are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pergi jauh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2039209741164328067?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2039209741164328067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2039209741164328067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2039209741164328067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2039209741164328067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-gig-in-sky.html' title='The great gig in the sky.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3960204706620003045</id><published>2009-08-23T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:27:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The process of abandoning this blog.</title><content type='html'>Currently watching the American version of &lt;i&gt;Life on Mars&lt;/i&gt; now at AXN Beyond. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest, and not being biased, the Brit one, which happens to be &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; original one is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how these Brits actually do to make their cop shows exceedingly way better than the American ones. &lt;br /&gt;How perplexing to figure than one out.&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't matter. If I happened to figure it out, it would be an utterly useless knowledge I have gained. &lt;br /&gt;*Words from Cognitive module seems to propagate the way I type here.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The main character for &lt;i&gt;Life on Mars&lt;/i&gt; US is not hot compared to the British one anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually...&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from break-fast (I overslept and ended up not eating in the morning before fasting), also, to meet some of my classmates to watch a performance which one of our classmates, Areen happened to be performing at 7.15pm tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Heard 2 of his band's song, I have to say, the furtive glint of the electronic music, makes his music more lively in way. &lt;br /&gt;Well, at least based on my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Knack musicians I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there are few things I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Maths UT. &lt;br /&gt;Maths. Never talk to me about Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, you can talk about Geometry, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Tuesday would be Programming UT.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going to look for Areen, including myself for help.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just hope that he will not be in a sullen mood tomorrow after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Programming UT, I'm going straight to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone concurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... after that, I am going to spend most of my days during the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;reading novels.&lt;br /&gt;Science fiction, crime, factual, history, autocratic, literature, thus I'm beginning to sound like a nonsensical nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Or otherwise, no lifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the nerd part,&lt;br /&gt;while the girly part however... would be loads of window shopping in various places in Singapore I have to cover.&lt;br /&gt;Just to relieve my persistent girlish temptations of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thinking this through... I had came up with something &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt; which I feel of typing it down before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sight of your mysterious demeanor, sends me straight to utopia.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3960204706620003045?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3960204706620003045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3960204706620003045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3960204706620003045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3960204706620003045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/08/process-of-abandoning-this-blog.html' title='The process of abandoning this blog.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1566785790769280710</id><published>2009-08-15T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:29:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay! I'm updating already!</title><content type='html'>Back by popular demand... &lt;br /&gt;No actually. There was a friend of mine who kept asking me for an update on this overly boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look at the previous post's date. Must have been weeks. Seems like decades. Oh well, time surely move so fast these days.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you are schooling in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a little rant about RP for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find RP's schooling system, rather abhorrent. &lt;br /&gt;Reasons are quite clear, it has very dull and mundane system, which applies everyday, from our first day of school, to the last.&lt;br /&gt;What's more, is that every half a year, there'll be a change of class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just starting to get along well with my classmates and before I knew it, our classes are going to change.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;It's like back to square one...&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll be like the introverted girl, who sits quietly at one corner back again, making people think that I'm one arrogant, anti-social dork who thinks that the world revolves around her.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can even write a whole novel about that. Make it into a more profound subject whereby others can actually understand the mysterious me.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute... I can never even understand myself...&lt;br /&gt;And what I hated the most when people think that I'm either some Ah Lian/Minah/gangster related people who smokes, who has no moral, no sense of conscience and whatever you can possibly find a name for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no matter what, everyone needs to get used to changes.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sullen it feels like. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody can ever stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from all that, W36Q will surely be missed.&lt;br /&gt;If only we could still be in touch in the future, well... no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I can rewind the past.&lt;br /&gt;Back into 20th April 2009, whereby the new yet 'happening' journey awaits.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it would be a feeble thing to ask for obviously. As that wish will never be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, who knows... the best things in my life has not yet happened, and is awaiting me out there?&lt;br /&gt;I can never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1566785790769280710?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1566785790769280710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1566785790769280710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1566785790769280710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1566785790769280710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-okay-im-updating-already.html' title='Okay, okay! I&apos;m updating already!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2497401029451150790</id><published>2009-07-03T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:12:14.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days in row</title><content type='html'>Been to the City Hall after school for 2 days since last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And I am already shagged like a wilted dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, actually 2 of my secondary school friends, wanted to see the twins and I.&lt;br /&gt;But each of them, have their plans of their own.&lt;br /&gt;I just wished not to participate, but oh well, couldn't leave Wani all alone, since her sister was meeting her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, all of our plans are dropped, leaving only Wani and me. &lt;br /&gt;So, what else, we watched another movie, Ice Aged 3.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I loved about the movie? &lt;br /&gt;Main thing was listening to a lady's random laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Like a loud 'Herherherherh' type of laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Worst still, she was like laughing on her own and childishly shouting the word 'Eh! Dinosaur!' when she sees a pair of long-necked dinosaurs making a heart shape with its necks whilst everyone was dead quiet. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Classic act.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she's a middle aged Indonesian, as Wani told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the Esplanade library after that, for our respective RJ submissions.&lt;br /&gt;After doing so, Wani thought of going outside the Esplanade, to shred some time left before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking to find a place, I remembered that both of us were talking about Dzul, one of the fella whom we were planning to meet earlier on, but failed.&lt;br /&gt;As matter in fact, after the conversation, I started to squint my eyes on this person sitting at the opposite side, and it turned out to be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Speaking of that bloody devil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, he had another friend along with him. &lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be a primary school *and* secondary school friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today however, Wani and I did the same thing, and this time, Wani had made plans meeting Dzul.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather unwilling to meet him, because I have to anticipate his childish little acts, plus I was feeling rather down today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all I did was that I kept quiet most of the time, not willing to talk too much... &lt;br /&gt;Actually, I did that too on Thursday. Tehee~&lt;br /&gt;At least, I made Wani and Dzul looked like couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Herherherh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was spending our last hour sitting outside the Esplanade, watching the brightly lit skyscrapers. &lt;br /&gt;It was rather breath taking as I kept relising how beautiful that place was.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stay on longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all I did was thinking whilst watching those buildings...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we had to head home.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time going home with all my friends staying at one town. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, doesn't happen to me a lot these days, one can imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2497401029451150790?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2497401029451150790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2497401029451150790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2497401029451150790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2497401029451150790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-days-in-row.html' title='2 days in row'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6801137975256983636</id><published>2009-06-28T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:54:24.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bet you can't imagine this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SkdnzTsZNJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vgz4LvC_NAg/s1600-h/flats+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SkdnzTsZNJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vgz4LvC_NAg/s400/flats+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352360813310588050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did today was that I've spent a good quality time with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Quality time my arse.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it wasn't quality time.&lt;br /&gt;Dad decided to get me a mobile broadband in order for me to get internet excess almost anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So, in order for that miracle to happen, we practically dragged ourselves to Tampines Mall and to a Hello store, which happened to be a SingTel store.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, we waited a mere 2 hours just to get that single thing.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well... thank god that my parents were patient, so I finally got that thing in peace. Tehee~&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the first time, to mum's and my amazement, dad suddenly felt like treating ourselves a good cup of iced blended mocha in Coffee Bean. &lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time for a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just told a friend of mine, Teng Jin about this already since I was so excited... &lt;br /&gt;And now, I feel like telling it to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mum was ordering some drinks in Coffee Bean, I made a short trip to the lady's room for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;After doing my business, I went to the sink to wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;While I was making an exit, I saw this Ah Pek, coming into the lady's loo. &lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at first, perhaps he had entered the wrong loo, so I attempted to give him a glint of hint by standing on his way giving him a glare that this is a lady's loo.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, then turned to look at another lady behind, but still... nonchalantly continued his journey to a cubicle... in that same loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I bet no one can imagine how that scene looked like.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I honestly thought that it was some kind of a prank or an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6801137975256983636?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6801137975256983636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6801137975256983636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6801137975256983636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6801137975256983636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-bet-you-cant-imagine-this.html' title='I bet you can&apos;t imagine this.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SkdnzTsZNJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vgz4LvC_NAg/s72-c/flats+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4243406680344342441</id><published>2009-06-25T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:39:57.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A secret.</title><content type='html'>I was pathetically upset that RP decided to make us some stay at home students.&lt;br /&gt;E-learning? Are you scrotuming insane?&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, was the first day of this drastic 'quarantined' week, and yes. It was in fact, our day to realise how troublesome our E-learning friend is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why most of my classmates really wanted holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is what you get in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, at least there are lesser work to do.&lt;br /&gt;The bad point is just that you understand less, and getting clueless more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my time spent with my classmates today wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the problem of finding the perfect place for feeding our laptops with electricity was one of the things that had struck our moods, but... those were just small matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least today, I got to try a new dish from a halal Chinese restaurant. Hey, not bad, you know! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are still having plans to do such things as this again tomorrow, but the venue wasn't confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very sure whether I'll be updating daily, because if I say I do...&lt;br /&gt;It would be *cough* &lt;i&gt;bullshit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's only love, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4243406680344342441?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4243406680344342441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4243406680344342441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4243406680344342441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4243406680344342441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret.html' title='A secret.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6092638235556808227</id><published>2009-06-21T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:03:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers' Day</title><content type='html'>A short note for Mr. Monday (aka, my dad) here.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he never reads my blog, but just saying to relief myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;To dad, the man of my life (so far, tehee~), I would love you since the day I was born and will cherish my memories we had amongst each other until the last second of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just wish I could stop the time when you were young, and I was a little child with a playful mind. &lt;br /&gt;I remember those days we played football together in the park every Saturday afternoons, you fetching me to school with your creaky bike, and celebrating our birthdays together in early April. &lt;br /&gt;If only those days were to stay, unfortunately time just change the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how the circumstances change through time, my love for you will never change at all. &lt;br /&gt;I love you dad, and I am awfully, awfully grateful to what you have done no matter how exiguous for me for the past 17 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Thanks for cracking me up real hard of your random jokes today. Really made my day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, today is Fathers' Day and I'm quite pleased that I had spend at least a day with my dad today. &lt;br /&gt;Usually, I wouldn't have the chance because my parents usually go to Johore, but today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I haven't been updating my blog for quite a long time. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that. Honestly, I'm a bit lazy although I spent 3/4 of my life in front of the computer these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've been thinking about writing about the things I did at the previous week, but somehow, laziness just stroke me. &lt;br /&gt;Nahh... I just say 'bye' instead. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6092638235556808227?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6092638235556808227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6092638235556808227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6092638235556808227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6092638235556808227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3347064724290667858</id><published>2009-06-02T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:16:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Sky</title><content type='html'>The chef prepares a special menu&lt;div&gt;For your delight, oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we fly so high up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the vanilla sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life is fine, it's sweet and sour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbearable great, you've got to learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gotta love every hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't blow it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chef prepares a special menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your delight, oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight you fly so high up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the vanilla sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melted tin beads cast your fortune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the glass of wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snail or fish, balloon or dolphin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See yourself shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't blow it away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the chef prepares a special menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your delight, oh my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight you fly so high up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the vanilla sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanilla Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3347064724290667858?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3347064724290667858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3347064724290667858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3347064724290667858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3347064724290667858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanilla-sky.html' title='Vanilla Sky'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8181966125050070263</id><published>2009-06-02T00:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:17:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This class outing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was marked the day of our class outing.&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, some people couldn't make it... Quite a pity, but... its over anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly I was expecting some people to back out at the last minute, well, just based on my experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, I was rather moody on that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my partial gastric pains that had been bothering me since I've reached Harbour Front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, overall, thanks to me for not having breakfast in the first place. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst, the morning was rather draggy, well, what do you expect, an unplanned activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we had reached the little island for about noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ah... the weather. Extremely hot. Such a long time since I've been out to the beach anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, it seems that I had let few of my classmates down. :( For not swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell you the truth, I had promised myself to walk around, and promise is a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I went to the towers right by the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took some photos, unfortunately, not with an dSLR, but with a phone, *pfft*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus took sometime gazing at the ships nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, walked the long way to Coffee Bean, got meself a muffin and an iced blended mocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect match just to fill this stomach of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Well, honestly, I just noticed that this post is rather draggy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its okaaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, played volleyball with a group of friends, since they found out I was sitting alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the others went for a second swim, me, obviously went to this place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what to call it, but its quite near to the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to walk and gaze around... again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, the place was windy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of people had been asking me whether or not I was lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to Singapore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Vivo City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched Areen played para-para paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the only distinctive part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I went home. And now I'm here typing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note my glint of laziness in this paragraph*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQFfq-6qsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zlu5Gvht9UY/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQFfq-6qsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zlu5Gvht9UY/s400/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342401099640515266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQGLahtWXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZdStaSpJRpQ/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQGLahtWXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZdStaSpJRpQ/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342401851137284466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQGlxsQLQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eVuTVXq32jI/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQGlxsQLQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eVuTVXq32jI/s400/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342402304032124162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Ouh yeah. There was a random peacock on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how hard it takes for me to be a better person,&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't take me to place that I always longed for.&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/29250476-8181966125050070263?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8181966125050070263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8181966125050070263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8181966125050070263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8181966125050070263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-class-outing.html' title='This class outing'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SiQFfq-6qsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Zlu5Gvht9UY/s72-c/DSC01521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4128160747856906271</id><published>2009-05-31T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:13:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum.</title><content type='html'>I just arrived from school, and I am completely haggard.&lt;div&gt;Wait, why was I in school? Because I had to attend to a concert called &lt;i&gt;Momentum&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something about performing arts group in RP and other schools performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I was dreaming the whole time... hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happened back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Wani, her night was spoilt because she was settling some &lt;i&gt;problems&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least it wasn't my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any-hoo, I'm watching a world war II movie now. So, uh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4128160747856906271?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4128160747856906271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4128160747856906271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4128160747856906271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4128160747856906271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentum.html' title='Momentum.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4881630622762747126</id><published>2009-05-30T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:21:02.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay. A new blogskin.</title><content type='html'>Ouh yes, I went for a white background this time.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I couldn't believe that school is already over (temporarily) and holidays is starting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The only plans I have during the 'olidays is just going to a class gathering at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure whether or not to attend though.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I miss going to Vivo City alone, watching a movie of my preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I heard that most of them are planning to go for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;If that is so, I would probably trod my way through, and explore some parts of the island, alone or with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to have a look around in that little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I know that I wouldn't have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4881630622762747126?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4881630622762747126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4881630622762747126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4881630622762747126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4881630622762747126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-new-blogskin.html' title='Yay. A new blogskin.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8584369135415356696</id><published>2009-05-26T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:19:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma police.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to start of with a little brood on mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maths UT was rather pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it seems that I had finally decided to update my blog at a random moment, which is particularly this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly enough, there's nothing much to update on really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least today will be the last week before the holidays start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow, I have this tiny feeling that the holidays will be an utter bore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would call it a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper &lt;/span&gt;holiday if I manage to own a drum set, an electric guitar or a kick arse dSLR for me to spend my days at the city alone taking some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worst is that I'm currently sitting in the city which gives me this glint of temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, that would be far from what I'm been on currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no matter. Holidays are still considered as holidays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't complain about the school giving us holidays to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you expect... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a type A personality prototype robot which only thinks about doing work everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Karma police has finally caught you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now you know, that you're not suppose to mess with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now, go sit at a corner and listen to your Nickelback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8584369135415356696?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8584369135415356696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8584369135415356696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8584369135415356696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8584369135415356696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/karma-police.html' title='Karma police.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4038286387364552457</id><published>2009-05-24T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:55:29.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Thomas Jeffery Hanks</title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;div&gt;I've been updating this blog once a week it seems, compared to the holidays whereby I would even update my blog on the most feeblest information I could possible write on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, last Friday, as per normal, I would catch a night movie with Wani after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels and Demons &lt;/span&gt;of course. Because I would just want to lay my eyes on Tom Hanks and of course... my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obi Wan-Kenobi, &lt;/span&gt;Ewan McGregor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh... the good ol' Star Wars days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that the movie was slightly better than the previous one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong. I wasn't intending to be a naff, but I just feel it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the movie was about Robert Langdon solving a rather predicament matter about an Illuminati, things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But honestly still... I prefer Star Trek. Te-hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh, an update about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Manage to get into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Precussion IG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Currently waiting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Photography IG, &lt;/span&gt;rather excited about it though...&lt;br /&gt;3. Change of groups in my class is an arse... well, depends on the group members of course.&lt;br /&gt;4. Also, quite excited to start Precussion this coming Wednesday. I wonder which instrument I would get my blighted hands on...&lt;br /&gt;5. And I have this sudden urge of watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Night at the Museum 2 &lt;/span&gt;because Wani told me that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Ricky Gervais &lt;/span&gt;(I LOVE YOU IN THE OFFICE, RICKY) is extremely funny in his typical sacarstic Brit humour. Ahh... I miss watching The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it. Will be updating about a week later, I'm afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4038286387364552457?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4038286387364552457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4038286387364552457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4038286387364552457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4038286387364552457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-thomas-jeffery-hanks.html' title='I love Thomas Jeffery Hanks'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6357972982056923682</id><published>2009-05-16T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:53:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live long and prosper.</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;I had a wholly incredible time last night.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Wani had decided to catch Thomas Jeffery Hanks aka Tom Hanks in Angels and Demons.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I too was dying to watch that film, which surely brings great pleasure after watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;However, there was an intrusive moment whereby it strucked greatly in our plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tickets were selling extremely fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly had lost hope and postponed our plans to who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to leave the theatre, there was something that caught my sight.&lt;br /&gt;It was a poster on the &lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; movie which showed evidently by its title.&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like watching Star Trek one day," I blurted out to Wani.&lt;br /&gt;"Then lets go!" She riposted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lets go?&lt;/i&gt; I thought. I was unexpected to hear her approving my plans...&lt;br /&gt;Especially plans made by a science fiction geek.&lt;br /&gt;"You serious?" I asked her for a assurance.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course I am." She simply said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her, she treated me a ticket, which I promise that I'll pay for her tickets for Angels and Demons one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was.&lt;br /&gt;The time when we entered the abysmal theatre, waiting for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to type in spoilers here, would I?&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say is... its better than the Star Wars (Clone wars saga) Triology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extremely perculiar for a Star Wars fan to say this, but yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the movie, I went home, simply grinning with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got extremely panicked when I accidentally deleted my recycle bin on my desktop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6357972982056923682?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6357972982056923682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6357972982056923682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6357972982056923682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6357972982056923682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-long-and-prosper.html' title='Live long and prosper.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8479847276888056154</id><published>2009-05-12T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:04:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is that? A mexican rapist?</title><content type='html'>Harlow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are a bit normal.&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8479847276888056154?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8479847276888056154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8479847276888056154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8479847276888056154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8479847276888056154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-that-mexican-rapist.html' title='Who is that? A mexican rapist?'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2704200766717368182</id><published>2009-05-08T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:37:01.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelinisation</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, its Friday.&lt;br /&gt;My life had been normal for the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;well, not exactly... because of some people.&lt;br /&gt;Let's spare about that, because I am not the person who talks about this subject to people, or worst, in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there is nothing much for me to type about.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is just that, to let people know that I'm still updating this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, frankly... I do have a lot of things to say...&lt;br /&gt;But... Hehe, I would rather keep it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I met a friend of mine, Nasrul, when I was at Tampines this late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;All he did was to brood that he was currently stressed with his subjects he was taught.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, wait. My friend's asking me to play CS with him!&lt;br /&gt;ARRGH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever you're trying to do, you had impressed me far enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2704200766717368182?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2704200766717368182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2704200766717368182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2704200766717368182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2704200766717368182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/gelinisation.html' title='Gelinisation'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4572891102004647252</id><published>2009-05-04T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:33:24.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need to fight, to prove I'm right.</title><content type='html'>So far, today was the day whereby the whole of my class had entailed the most horrible noise you can ever hear in the whole campus.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because someone started this repulsive idea of inviting majority of our classmates in an MSN conversation during break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious, especially when someone who had artistic talents started doodling on the conversation window about someone else in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hilarious of the hilariousness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, other than that, there is nothing else much to say about today's Maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Maths, what do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enterprise, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4572891102004647252?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4572891102004647252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4572891102004647252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4572891102004647252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4572891102004647252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-need-to-fight-to-prove-im-right.html' title='I don&apos;t need to fight, to prove I&apos;m right.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3279017486209959223</id><published>2009-05-03T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:47:42.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The restaurant at the end of the universe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There is this theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizzare and inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another theory which states that this has &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; happened.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3279017486209959223?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3279017486209959223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3279017486209959223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3279017486209959223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3279017486209959223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-at-end-of-universe.html' title='The restaurant at the end of the universe.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8754761708061212073</id><published>2009-04-30T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:27:35.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never changed. Always an ego.</title><content type='html'>You still owe us an apology, remember that.&lt;br /&gt;To your whole other 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't be an ego, aye?&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not forgiven yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8754761708061212073?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8754761708061212073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8754761708061212073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8754761708061212073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8754761708061212073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-changed-always-ego.html' title='Never changed. Always an ego.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6051642600309520893</id><published>2009-04-29T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:29:51.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to start on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There is nothing to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;If there are no apologies being said.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;School was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Today's facilitator was fine, despite him trying to be cute by asking me personally whether or not I find his sweets tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Ubuntu&lt;/i&gt; CDs I had asked for had finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, why am I writing this way?&lt;br /&gt;Simply because my laptop battery is running out of its 'stamina'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His strange charimatic looks drives me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6051642600309520893?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6051642600309520893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6051642600309520893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6051642600309520893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6051642600309520893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6209173260744171743</id><published>2009-04-25T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:31:34.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to harrass me like a tropical priest.</title><content type='html'>Ahoy there!&lt;br /&gt;This was used to be a normal greeting used during the old days,&lt;br /&gt;but these days, we can simply put it as...&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I believe that I had the most awkward yet amusing moment for such a long time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of awkwardness and amusingness is the same as how you feel when reading the title I typed above.&lt;br /&gt;Well, before I blurt it out what happened, I must warn you it was that things I did today was the most unlikely thing that would appear under my schedule's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went out with my brother and my half-brother (mum's side) out to bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I heard mum literally knocking on my bedroom door, yelling out "Get ready!"&lt;br /&gt;I was nonplussed, honestly. I mean, why the devil should I 'get ready'?&lt;br /&gt;It was blighting Saturday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I then forced myself to walk towards the door and opened it, and with saw an unexpected guest. My half-brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum kept exhorting me to wake up and get ready for a bowling game with him, as well as my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I was relunctant at first, not because of going out with my half-brother, but...&lt;br /&gt;playing bowling. With my BROTHERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was an extremely indignant of the game of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I managed not to get myself into the game, instead my 2 brothers had a rivalry between each other.&lt;br /&gt;And, this was my brother's first bowling game anyway, that made him a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started.&lt;br /&gt;Half brother, a... &lt;em&gt;well, I can call him a knack gamer if I will&lt;/em&gt;, was rather solemn of the game, whereas my brother...&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The competitive one.&lt;br /&gt;He kept yelling out whenever he has a strike or a spare to my half brother.&lt;br /&gt;And also with his notorious grin which was, I have to say it.&lt;br /&gt;Quite identical to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We look like twins. What do you expect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I never seen my brother acted so puerile before.&lt;br /&gt;The only time was of course when we were children.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a long time since my own brother and I had gone out together since,&lt;br /&gt;that during that game, I suddenly remembered what was it like to play with him when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, we planned to bring mum along.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't tag along unfortunately because she had a blasted meeting to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;However, it would be &lt;i&gt;hysterical&lt;/i&gt; to see mum bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh by the way, I haven't typed out what happened during last week.&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously I was in school but, I have to say, it was quite what I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;Of course during the first week wouldn't be stressful, but just as I wait what the school might entail when time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;Most thing I like about the school is that, everyone treats everyone maturely.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than Secondary school where students have no ease for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's ok,&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be gay,&lt;br /&gt;But I might&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6209173260744171743?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6209173260744171743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6209173260744171743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6209173260744171743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6209173260744171743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-you-to-harrass-me-like-tropical.html' title='I want you to harrass me like a tropical priest.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3529618535506928082</id><published>2009-04-23T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:50:23.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>I'll be updating my blog probably on weekends nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure people would think that I was abandoning my blog or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actually... you're quite right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, please do enjoy my current favourite video of Borat. &lt;br /&gt;The duration of this video is arsing long, but... its worth a watch, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFP-MktgOKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFP-MktgOKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you liiike. It's nice. I liiike.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3529618535506928082?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3529618535506928082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3529618535506928082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3529618535506928082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3529618535506928082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7102797600957408423</id><published>2009-04-18T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:12:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an extra.</title><content type='html'>It's quite obvious that I hadn't been updating regularly these days.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, something had bothering me lately, which is the sprained joint on my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;No, not the ankle, but the joint nearest to the hips.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, but at least it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, currently I'm waiting rather anxiously for mum to return home from work.&lt;br /&gt;Our plan is to visit Singapore Expo for the John Little Expo sale.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the good old memories with my colleagues over there.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Qil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How are you in school by the way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I'm dying for to buy in that sale are,&lt;br /&gt;SWEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DAVID TENNANT!&lt;br /&gt;Random, but... its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never noticed until today.&lt;br /&gt;So it seems I've been waiting for you after all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it is hard for me to endorse myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just for being timid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7102797600957408423?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7102797600957408423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7102797600957408423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7102797600957408423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7102797600957408423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-extra.html' title='Just an extra.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5364530258850437174</id><published>2009-04-15T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:08:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair is becoming more Paul McCartney-ish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bopped.com/copyright/bopped_Beatles_James_Paul_McCartney_1964_bigger_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 513px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bopped.com/copyright/bopped_Beatles_James_Paul_McCartney_1964_bigger_picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did turn up for the orientation today,&lt;br /&gt;along with the twins.&lt;br /&gt;Until we met someone we know, like for instance Tina whom we invited her to tag along with us during the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dreadful it was to motivate myself to stay in that school, with impotent (no offence) student leaders.&lt;br /&gt;At least, some of our team mates took the effort to socialise, unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm always the shy one. I would prefer someone to come towards me first.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be a Queen or something, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to cut the whole story short,&lt;br /&gt;we felt rather hampered as we were in a drastic mood of fleeing the scene.&lt;br /&gt;It was utterly, utterly mundane, and to make such situation worst, my blighted right thigh was aching arsingly when I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after the whole orientation, day 1, we scurried towards the Woodlands interchange and headed to Tampines, to get ourselves an excellent thirst quenching beverages at Coffee Bean, mine will be mocha forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can the poutingness of a pouting mouth can be so pouty.&lt;br /&gt;And people around me kept commenting of the way you walk which made their eyes literally bleed.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky was I not to see that impudent walk that would cause melancholy in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5364530258850437174?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5364530258850437174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5364530258850437174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5364530258850437174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5364530258850437174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-hair-is-becoming-more-paul-mccartney.html' title='My hair is becoming more Paul McCartney-ish.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5857766176190565627</id><published>2009-04-13T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:48:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in a bar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;A Bit of Fry and Laurie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvXl2mmIFYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvXl2mmIFYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;An awkward scene from The Office&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_7bz3gj2bI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_7bz3gj2bI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5857766176190565627?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5857766176190565627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5857766176190565627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5857766176190565627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5857766176190565627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-bar.html' title='A day in a bar.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3877189897334321256</id><published>2009-04-11T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:15:34.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me down, Jimmy!</title><content type='html'>Finally, of all these days, I had a chance to meet Shabrina once again.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunateky, her commencement of her school will be on this following week,&lt;br /&gt;so, chances of meeting her again, is rather slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the Famous Amos and those M&amp;M's, Shabrina.&lt;br /&gt;How thoughtful of you. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left/Right brain test I took few minutes ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Shit...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;As whence the sun 'gins his reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Shipwrecking storms, and direful thunders break:&lt;br /&gt;So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort swells. Mark King of Scotland, mark,&lt;br /&gt;No sooner Justice had, with Valour arm'd,&lt;br /&gt;Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,&lt;br /&gt;But the Norweyan Lord, surveying vantage,&lt;br /&gt;With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,&lt;br /&gt;Began a new assault.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth,&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3877189897334321256?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3877189897334321256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3877189897334321256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3877189897334321256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3877189897334321256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-down-jimmy.html' title='Take me down, Jimmy!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5618230514994226337</id><published>2009-04-09T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:39:27.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think there's been a rape up there!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like a wish a very fine happy birthday to:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugh Hefner, the horny, yet a hero (for most men) for all the years since he had invented the &lt;i&gt;Playboy Magazine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/02/01-07/hugh-hefner-plastic-surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/02/01-07/hugh-hefner-plastic-surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please do keep in mind that I'm perfectly straight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it had been quite a long outing today,&lt;br /&gt;with 3 of my closest friends, who had generously given me more than enough items than I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't expect to be endowed with such things, but it was a great pleasure, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather simple, although I can say, I was profoundly pleased.&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity, is always beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted lavish parties, like the ones Hugh Hefner will celebrate in his Playboy Mansion in about a few hours later (I can assure you, that the news about the party will be permeated towards the tomorrow's newspapers),&lt;br /&gt;Instead, all I need is a normal outing...&lt;br /&gt;And only that... brings euphoria in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I do not need presents either...&lt;br /&gt;A simple note, or a treat to lunch, is far enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this blog, by once again, I take this time to express my unduly appreciation towards the people who wished me a simple &lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/i&gt;, and most to my closest friends whom had persistently brightened my dour, sordid life, with plain laughter...&lt;br /&gt;and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;A Bit of Fry and Laurie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/juFTWhyC_Lc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/juFTWhyC_Lc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy birthday, you saggy old bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5618230514994226337?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5618230514994226337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5618230514994226337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5618230514994226337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5618230514994226337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-theres-been-rape-up-there.html' title='I think there&apos;s been a rape up there!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-9124356372461325814</id><published>2009-04-08T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:26:20.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell are you on about?</title><content type='html'>Ah, the day I was waiting for all along.&lt;br /&gt;Another outing with Wani today.&lt;br /&gt;The reason was, simply because Wana had planned to meet her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much details about it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;All the readers can do is to envisage of how women talk.&lt;br /&gt;Randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never attempt to discourse with a nameless person who thinks that he is a right fool.&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;Well, simply because it will never come to a fructifying result.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, even a simplest form of greeting cannot be achieved by this unknown person,&lt;br /&gt;whom expects me to answer him cordially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't revolve around you, &lt;I&gt;you know&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-9124356372461325814?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/9124356372461325814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=9124356372461325814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/9124356372461325814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/9124356372461325814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-hell-are-you-on-about.html' title='What the hell are you on about?'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5642902962473478176</id><published>2009-04-07T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:51:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Why, got a problem with that?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wait, who is the one who have problems in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! I love pink fonts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop being juvenile by liking a phathetically peurile shite band anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try going to YouTube and see how many anti-JBullshit videos stowed in that website alone.&lt;br /&gt;And stop being so, abruptedly self-conscious, you git.&lt;br /&gt;I am clearly not aiming to fans like for instance you, who has a peculiar sense of hearing,&lt;br /&gt;as I was alluding to the band itself in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop whining like a 12-year-old Disney fans with your phathetic pink fonts and grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How about, I buy you a torch, for you to shine on your face while snapping some photos.&lt;br /&gt;Shall I?&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/29250476-5642902962473478176?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5642902962473478176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5642902962473478176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5642902962473478176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5642902962473478176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait-who-is-one-who-have-problems-in.html' title='&apos;Why, got a problem with that?&apos;'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2661027151945463140</id><published>2009-04-07T18:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:38:00.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gareth's new toy.</title><content type='html'>The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8o9uNrbqho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8o9uNrbqho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Office (US) wouldn't have dared to show this in the national television.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. The original is always the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. This is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size='90'&gt;100&lt;/font&gt;th post.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Russell Crowe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2661027151945463140?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2661027151945463140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2661027151945463140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2661027151945463140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2661027151945463140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/gareths-new-toy.html' title='Gareth&apos;s new toy.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7089729022049249328</id><published>2009-04-06T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:06:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone who was hurt.</title><content type='html'>There was this &lt;i&gt;naff&lt;/i&gt; person who out of the sudden had typed about me in her blog, written in Malay Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out of a sudden.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEMANG AKU DAH SAH BENCI TU GROUP.&lt;br /&gt;APER NAK BUAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why do you think that I was refering to you anyway? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are an exceptionally a weird bigot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7089729022049249328?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7089729022049249328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7089729022049249328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7089729022049249328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7089729022049249328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-who-was-hurt.html' title='Someone who was hurt.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1342537838325115936</id><published>2009-04-06T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:20:44.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geroff my lawn.</title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had the chance to lay my hands on the &lt;i&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/i&gt; ticket to the movies!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had anticipated that this movie would prompt meritorious results.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I shall spare the details of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oooh. If only I can get my hands on the Gran Torino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alluding to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing.&lt;br /&gt;Just one flaw, about my journey watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have to complain about this of course.&lt;br /&gt;When the movie had ended, the obvious thing that viewers would do is to exit the hall.&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing that, I saw this poster that caused me an utter quake.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a &lt;i&gt;Jonas Brothers Movie&lt;/i&gt; poster,&lt;br /&gt;AKA &lt;i&gt;Boys-who-have-voices-like-women-having-orgasm&lt;/i&gt; band.&lt;br /&gt;How indignant to see such posters smacked right in front of the face, after watching a movie which was directed and played by the well known man who obtains such prudence, named Clint Eastwood.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie would be &lt;i&gt;Taken&lt;/i&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it would not be released on 9 April (as the poster had stated) instead it would be released in the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a wretching week after 9.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After watching excessive amount of BBC shows, I find American accents rather incoherent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1342537838325115936?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1342537838325115936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1342537838325115936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1342537838325115936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1342537838325115936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/geroff-my-lawn.html' title='Geroff my lawn.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2432485471424883714</id><published>2009-04-04T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:39:42.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomia? Or not.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been dossing for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of insomia? I have no clue, really.&lt;br /&gt;I just spent 2 hours of sleep (which is in the afternoons about 4pm), and the rest, I was as bright as an owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, usually on Saturdays, Mummy would wake me up (though I wasn't exactly sleeping) in the morning shouting beamishly "Are you buying the shoes or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was planning to purchase this pair of Pink Floyd shoes, and mummy had promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdcpCfwkVGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Qsuyl4oLIv4/s1600-h/DSOTM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdcpCfwkVGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Qsuyl4oLIv4/s400/DSOTM.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320766607623214178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's spare the details about our shopping because I can ensure you, it won't spark any interest at all for the readers.&lt;br /&gt;Especially on my regular visits on IT stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And happy birthday to Hugo Weaving and Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if they care.&lt;br /&gt;At least Weaving leaves in Australia. Quite close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bollocks. Stephen Fry's coming to Singapore tonight, leaving to London tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... maybe I should stalk him at the airport tonight? &lt;br /&gt;Just plain harmless 'leering'.&lt;br /&gt;*Evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2432485471424883714?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2432485471424883714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2432485471424883714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2432485471424883714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2432485471424883714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomia-or-not.html' title='Insomia? Or not.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdcpCfwkVGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Qsuyl4oLIv4/s72-c/DSOTM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7476983833647506642</id><published>2009-04-03T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:44:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>German strippers.</title><content type='html'>One can imagine a person, me for instance, who watched hysterical clips at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just share what those clips I was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: 3 of these clips are continueous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVwmQkmi0kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVwmQkmi0kc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS_Tdo9_Kjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS_Tdo9_Kjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YupjGqxD6XU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YupjGqxD6XU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits to these wonderful people:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rory Bremner,&lt;br /&gt;Steve Frost,&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Fry,&lt;br /&gt;Josie Lawrence,&lt;br /&gt;Mike McShane,&lt;br /&gt;Colin Mochrie,&lt;br /&gt;Greg Proops,&lt;br /&gt;Brad Sherwood,&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Stiles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. Not to mention, Clive Anderson as the host. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have this awful idea that I might had woken everybody up in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7476983833647506642?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7476983833647506642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7476983833647506642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7476983833647506642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7476983833647506642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/german-strippers.html' title='German strippers.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3681370767817919905</id><published>2009-04-02T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:12:43.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouh, and Alec Guinness too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3681370767817919905?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3681370767817919905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3681370767817919905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3681370767817919905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3681370767817919905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title='A little wish.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1743732328203159660</id><published>2009-03-31T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:08:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Kinabalu.</title><content type='html'>Again, I'm afraid to say that Wani and I had been to the school,&lt;br /&gt;to retrieve &lt;i&gt;Wana's&lt;/i&gt; testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;The security guard was practically nonplussed, because he saw us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I forgot to mention that yesterday, the security guard thought that &lt;/i&gt;I&lt;i&gt; was Wana.&lt;br /&gt;That was why he was like, "Why the bleeding hell are you here again!?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouh, it's for my youngest sister," I simply riposted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's trip was fundemental, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Because after Wana had received her testimonial, we simply headed down to White Sands to get ourselves lunch as I was extremely ravenous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual,&lt;br /&gt;I began to open a nonsensical topic to lighten up the drab mood.&lt;br /&gt;There was this sudden image of this word &lt;i&gt;Mount. Kinabalu&lt;/i&gt; came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining to them about why the Malays had given such peculiar name for a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was the most monumental dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;If only it was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1743732328203159660?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1743732328203159660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1743732328203159660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1743732328203159660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1743732328203159660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/mount-kinabalu.html' title='Mount Kinabalu.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6814508978824209250</id><published>2009-03-30T21:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:47:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brilliant, Watson. You are scintillating this morning." said Holmes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Finally, we meet again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I met Aqilah after weeks of not keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not to ommit, Wani too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first thing we did after we had met,&lt;br /&gt;we went to school to retrieve our blasted O Level testimonials and hoping that we wouldn't step into that wretched school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However while waiting for the testimonials to arrive, we had met several teachers, &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Rajan and Mrs Warrier. &lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mrs Rajan screaming at us, &lt;br /&gt;Insisting to remain in the school grounds after dismissal as a punishment.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that most of us tried to extenuate her by explaining that we had tried our best, by using our sweetest, yet obsequious pleads just to escape on one of her treacherous scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Warrier by the way,&lt;br /&gt;in the most discreet manner, I told her that I had dearly missed having History lessons with her.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... The O Level days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, we were &lt;I&gt;plan-less&lt;/i&gt; after retrieving the results,&lt;br /&gt;that after a considerable amount of time, Wani had decided to head to our... &lt;br /&gt;what else, but most favoured place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;City Hall&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked several rounds around the Esplanade area,&lt;br /&gt;just to twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we headed to the &lt;I&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/i&gt; where Aqilah did her broodings,&lt;br /&gt;while I was showing signs of obnoxiousness by being flippant and irksome by taking photos of myself, and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of brooding sessions, throughout the whole journey,&lt;br /&gt;I was speaking to Wani about IT (Sorry Wani, I know this is not one of your fondest subjects) and cameras.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying to buy a polaroid or an SLR camera but it would be extremely dubious for my parents to spend me on such things.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;But, all I have to do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani and I spent hours talking about cameras especially,&lt;br /&gt;while at the same time, I was slightly worried about Aqilah.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the rarest time to see her being reticent.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I was stupendously immensed being lectured by Wani and didn't take enough effort to endeavour your thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;about somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's difficult for me to fathom about relationship based problems.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I pleaded them to come along to my &lt;I&gt;haven&lt;/i&gt; (not sure that is the right definition) where else but &lt;I&gt;Funan Mall&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Again, they find myself blithering about IT related topics.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Ey.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong being an IT geek?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDTq-oDw_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2J_ybSB9BPg/s1600-h/3+of+Us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDTq-oDw_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2J_ybSB9BPg/s400/3+of+Us.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983895243539442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDUw41ulUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/M_vCJftSRBE/s1600-h/Peace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDUw41ulUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/M_vCJftSRBE/s400/Peace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318985096281101634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDWLWiODSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/x093cr2vuGQ/s1600-h/Qil+%26+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDWLWiODSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/x093cr2vuGQ/s400/Qil+%26+I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318986650440568098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDZJ4hmHRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zi4qRefFzSk/s1600-h/Rhino+Bollocks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDZJ4hmHRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zi4qRefFzSk/s400/Rhino+Bollocks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318989923739901202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDZUCXoyeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZDt-X-LPFQo/s1600-h/The+Omen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDZUCXoyeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZDt-X-LPFQo/s400/The+Omen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318990098181179874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6814508978824209250?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6814508978824209250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6814508978824209250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6814508978824209250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6814508978824209250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/brilliant-watson-you-are-scintillating.html' title='&quot;Brilliant, Watson. You are scintillating this morning.&quot; said Holmes.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SdDTq-oDw_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2J_ybSB9BPg/s72-c/3+of+Us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-295926982581268236</id><published>2009-03-27T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:41:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cuz I'm a good ass motha-loika.</title><content type='html'>Now, I shall point out something that is bothering my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was about to go to my school for the laptop configuration,&lt;br /&gt;I had come across this movie poster which had stupendously aroused my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/n/n/S/takenposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 575px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/n/n/S/takenposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason that strucked me was, of course the picture of Liam Neeson in a nonchalant mood.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not in this poster I alluded before, but on the other poster design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However don't bother asking me what is the movie's synopsis because I'm afraid that I did not have the time to imbibe such infomation of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am absolutely resolute to watch this movie without fail.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly on Hugh Hefner's birthday, the day when the movie is released in Cathay cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I am in a dreadful need of a polaroid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/50KCl5hzwmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/50KCl5hzwmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mrs.Popey.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Popey&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Popey&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had spent a colossal amount of time in watching Fry and Laurie's sketches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-295926982581268236?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/295926982581268236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=295926982581268236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/295926982581268236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/295926982581268236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuz-im-good-ass-motha-loika.html' title='&apos;Cuz I&apos;m a good ass motha-loika.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1157872517307904927</id><published>2009-03-23T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:21:32.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking Ayasss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/ScjZdaIJzTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UINK9pyPUeM/s1600-h/When+Butterflies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/ScjZdaIJzTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UINK9pyPUeM/s400/When+Butterflies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316738459363822898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Iwana's favourite picture.&lt;br /&gt;Of the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I had been sauntering outdoors for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to feel rather unfit staying at home for too long,&lt;br /&gt;just sitting idly whilst waiting for the time to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, I met up with the twins.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a sullen mood, just abit because I was having gastric pains.&lt;br /&gt;Other than me,&lt;br /&gt;Wana on the other hand was feeling under the weather, because she had flu.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had seen a few posters saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;STAY AT HOME IF YOU ARE SICK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the message doesn't seem to avail...&lt;br /&gt;Since Wana was skipping outdoors, beamishly,&lt;br /&gt;eating food which are not suppose to be taken in such circustances,&lt;br /&gt;and even horsing around with us by her impertinent physical actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani even started to show signs of indignance towards her own sister who kept coughing plus sneezing,&lt;br /&gt;as who knows what her diseases might entail towards us, directly or indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we hadn't much money on us,&lt;br /&gt;or rather not wanting to spend,&lt;br /&gt;we did window shopping as we had nothing else to divert on.&lt;br /&gt;As so, we began making nonsensical jokes,&lt;br /&gt;such as the actions of how an ostrich runs,&lt;br /&gt;and making hilarious references of our previous meeting until&lt;br /&gt;every of our utterance had disturbed our nearby neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is what adolescences do when they come across on each other...&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;B&gt;General Melchett&lt;/b&gt;: Now common, where's my map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Darling&lt;/b&gt;: Here it is sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;General Melchett&lt;/b&gt;: God, it's a barren, featureless desert I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Captain Darling&lt;/b&gt;: No, it's on the other side, sir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1157872517307904927?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1157872517307904927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1157872517307904927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1157872517307904927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1157872517307904927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/kicking-ayasss.html' title='Kicking Ayasss.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/ScjZdaIJzTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UINK9pyPUeM/s72-c/When+Butterflies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5307567879965173</id><published>2009-03-21T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:04:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you suffering from mental disablilities?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as so it happened, I met Wani plus Nasrul whom I was planning to get &lt;br /&gt;a zombie related game called &lt;I&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was aroused by this game simply because it was created by Valve, and of course,&lt;br /&gt;I favour those classic lan games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wholly remarkable games despite I just played for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Call it a preview.&lt;br /&gt;But this game... hehe, is not recommended for the faint hearted.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the game is being processed at night.&lt;br /&gt;With minimal sources of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular game, is involved with large quantities of the living dead,&lt;br /&gt;which is notoriously known by &lt;I&gt;the-zed-word&lt;/i&gt; called zombies.&lt;br /&gt;Large quantities of zombies will commeth towards you, right after the time their putrid pair of eyes had sat upon your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my interpretations of the game I just mentioned are lucid enough for you,&lt;br /&gt;Because it seems that I had ommited high amounts of vital infomation about the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasrul, obviously a knack gamer, plays it at such eloquent speed.&lt;br /&gt;And, he can even spread curtful words towards his teamates by releasing his wrath which was stowed within him.&lt;br /&gt;Until one of them told him to shut his gap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5307567879965173?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5307567879965173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5307567879965173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5307567879965173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5307567879965173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-suffering-from-mental.html' title='Are you suffering from mental disablilities?'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4547439118566463</id><published>2009-03-18T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:34:11.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Vendetta.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, keeping in mind that today is already an another day,&lt;br /&gt;was the day when I had to get my laptop configured, as well as Wani.&lt;br /&gt;So, we had spend the whole of our day going to a dreaded school of ours to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, with our laptops kept in our haversacks which were obviously been carried by our blighted and pampered shoulders which weren't used to carry heavy objects for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately with our laptops being configured,&lt;br /&gt;the amount of space for my ram decreased.&lt;br /&gt;I was baffled at first... Well frankly, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; baffled.&lt;br /&gt;But of course I wouldn't have the heart to show such intolerance towards the person who had helped me to configure this laptop plus teaching me on how to use the softwares installed in such cordial manner, I have to confess and&lt;br /&gt;with such clarification as well (to some extent).&lt;br /&gt;However I will pick up some more infomation, hopefully, when school commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consulted a male friend of mine regrading the ram alteration who happens to experienced in such cases told me to remove and reinsert the ram to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow like resetting it.&lt;br /&gt;Call me Miss Wimp if you please, because it would be such a fat chance for me to do such dubious thing.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows there is some &lt;i&gt;unforseen consequences&lt;/i&gt; might happen along the way.&lt;br /&gt;God who loves a duck only knows.&lt;br /&gt;However I fear that such vicissitudes will arise after prolonged use of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Especially for 3 constant years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, this paragraph of simple words I'm typing is for Wani,&lt;br /&gt;whom I showing my gratitude towards her, just by simply informing me that the movie &lt;i&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/i&gt; was on the telly last night at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly delighted to be informed at first because &lt;i&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/i&gt; was one of the movies that I was dying to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously because it has political references, which happens to be one of my fondest subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was appalled to view this ghastly scene, despite I had watched &lt;i&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/i&gt; a dozen times,&lt;br /&gt;this scene was awfully ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;Although the scene did no show such &lt;i&gt;staggering&lt;/i&gt; violence,&lt;br /&gt;A typical violence which even a faintest heart can handle,&lt;br /&gt;viewing this scene somehow pierced my heart and I had this uncanny feeling of going into the screen whilst doing something that whether or not it avails on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hint: Something to do with Stephen Fry's character called Gordon Deitrich. Hehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not state which scene is it however, because it might be a vital spoiler for the people who had yet not watched the movie within their on conviniences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well.&lt;br /&gt;Since my games are already deleted, I shall go to YouTube and immense myself into those videos which meet my peferences...&lt;br /&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did I just saw a pair of putrid, little sodden leeches deliberately&lt;br /&gt;slithering on the surface of your defiling mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4547439118566463?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4547439118566463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8755081358081365553</id><published>2009-03-16T20:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:30:16.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't this tomato behave?!</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I had been playing games and reading books for this entire period of time.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought to myself that I have to enjoy the last weeks of the 6 months holiday before getting my arse back to school.&lt;br /&gt;So, throughout the day, I had been playing Half-Life 2 series,&lt;br /&gt;reading 2 novels, by PG Wodehouse, &lt;br /&gt;and my favourite English comedian whom I'm very, extremely fond of, Stephen Fry called 'Moab is my Washpot' &lt;br /&gt;although the book has no such resemblance to the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is purely an autography about himself (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that he had spent his childhood memories &lt;br /&gt;being obscured from the things a child needs or craves for, &lt;br /&gt;such as love and attention, &lt;br /&gt;as he was sent away to a prep school, &lt;br /&gt;so far away from where their parents abode.&lt;br /&gt;Despite in all that, he had also wrote funny childhood moments &lt;br /&gt;whereby I had laughed my arse out reading at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to confess,&lt;br /&gt;I had a difficult time pulling my eyes away from the pages and to put myself to a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that...&lt;br /&gt;I'm also entering the school as a first year student as my brother &lt;br /&gt;who is currently 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Of course he is an experienced ITE graduate &lt;br /&gt;and will obviously perform his studies better.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that mum won't fuss or compare on our GPAs in the 3 upcoming years.&lt;br /&gt;Though I shall anticipate such cases.&lt;br /&gt;But, my brother is a king of kings when it comes to slacking.&lt;br /&gt;But with a big cocking 'but', I will not be celebrating quite yet because although he is an unduly slacker,&lt;br /&gt;he's GPA does show that he is as smart as an tossing Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Sorry for being awfully curt, Einstein. &lt;br /&gt;I truly adore your sense of fashion, &lt;br /&gt;especially when it comes to hair styling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I need a book from William Shakespeare called Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;Or, Macbeth better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Bit of Fry and Laurie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS THE LID?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cyk_d_1VSas&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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Wodehouse novel I borrowed few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;So, forgive me for deserting my blog for.. just a few days really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned on the last post, &lt;br /&gt;alluding to the enrolment of course.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned with my parents to come as early as possible,&lt;br /&gt;at a break of dawn if possible,&lt;br /&gt;however the plan did not fully avail that I had found myself caught up with series of unduly long queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I was there waiting in that line which the campus was&lt;br /&gt;abysmally great indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I really abominate such long queues but that wasn't the right time to show such impudence. &lt;br /&gt;4 hours later,&lt;br /&gt;After the the fatiguing queues and stations,&lt;br /&gt;I had finally completed the whole course, until it created a rather peculiar moment whereby I didn't even give a flying toss about going into the IT fair nearby, which usually I am very fond of going into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the upshot is that,&lt;br /&gt;the dreadful, rather drastic if I may put it as, enrolment is finally done.&lt;br /&gt;And over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Private Balrick:&lt;/b&gt; My father used to be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Blackadder:&lt;/b&gt; No he wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Private Balrick:&lt;/b&gt; Yes he was, sir. I heard that when he was in court, the judge would ask him his occupation, and he would say 'nun'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5695161113365147856?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5695161113365147856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5695161113365147856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5695161113365147856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5695161113365147856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-blue-wobbly-thing-where-mermaids.html' title='A great blue wobbly thing where mermaids live in.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-88978548462318208</id><published>2009-03-09T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:05:26.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was being a git.</title><content type='html'>Finally, today I went to a place where I had never set afoot before.&lt;br /&gt;Though, honestly I was rather vehement about it.&lt;br /&gt;Going to a place, quite far from my home town.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yes, who came along with me during this adventurous trip?&lt;br /&gt;None other than Wani herself.&lt;br /&gt;Who walked together with me abreast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we went all the way from Pasir Ris to Buena Vista,&lt;br /&gt;just to retrieve a copy of my O Level results which I misplaced a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dismal git,&lt;br /&gt;still... I took an effort to retrieve the copy, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should be bloody canny with the important slips under my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I paid $10 for the copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough.&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it in bright light.&lt;br /&gt;At least all the things I have is suffice for tomorrow's enrolment, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly became conscious somehow that there was a nice little park near the MOE building.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to trample around the green grass abit, however the weather wasn't suitable for such thing.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the weather was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I really adore the cooling winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Wani and I went to &lt;i&gt;Borders&lt;/i&gt; to have a walkabout,&lt;br /&gt;browse some books at our own will.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure ourselves with literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to buy a book by PG Wonehouse,&lt;br /&gt;though the hard covered books had an undesirable price.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Why must it be hard cover in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it took us quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;we came out with our hands empty.&lt;br /&gt;Reached back to Pasir Ris, that suddenly I decided to head to the library in abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a book by PG Wonehouse,&lt;br /&gt;and I borrowed it of course.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my wallet is beamish!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, my wallet didn't exactly show such expression,&lt;br /&gt;but you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well.&lt;br /&gt;Heading off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh wait.&lt;br /&gt;About the man, with hideous shoes (Wani should know what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;Get a new pair for a start.&lt;br /&gt;And, try walking like a bloke too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haughty people who loves cheese&lt;br /&gt;are Mickey Mouse's minions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Auuw you manly girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-88978548462318208?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/88978548462318208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=88978548462318208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/88978548462318208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/88978548462318208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-being-git.html' title='I was being a git.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1737759429515770159</id><published>2009-03-08T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:28:06.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven.</title><content type='html'>There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling I get when I look to the west&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who stand looking&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn for those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;And the forest will echo with laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a spring clean for the May Queen&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Ooh, it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know&lt;br /&gt;The piper's calling you to join him&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can't you hear the wind blow, and did you know&lt;br /&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;How everything still turns to gold&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;The tune will come to you at last&lt;br /&gt;When all is one and one is all, yeah&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying the stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1737759429515770159?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1737759429515770159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1737759429515770159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1737759429515770159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1737759429515770159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-171711235204360347</id><published>2009-03-06T23:40:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:04:40.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I had a sudden crush on Mr. Clint Eastwood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFEQr8l4KI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fBaf9INcQDc/s1600-h/clint-eastwood-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100489111986338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFEQr8l4KI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fBaf9INcQDc/s400/clint-eastwood-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had a marvellous time with a few girls this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;The whole journey was literally filled with persistent laughters.&lt;br /&gt;We also have our pictures taken during the outing.&lt;br /&gt;Some, are abit &lt;i&gt;revolting&lt;/i&gt; to be posted in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these are a few decent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFE57IqCPI/AAAAAAAAANA/MndfRXiAmG8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101197563758834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFE57IqCPI/AAAAAAAAANA/MndfRXiAmG8/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFFM3jzrI/AAAAAAAAANI/Sf8ryNU7Z9Y/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101391302446770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFFM3jzrI/AAAAAAAAANI/Sf8ryNU7Z9Y/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFTb7tVoI/AAAAAAAAANY/96qQGvv-iR8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101635864548994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFTb7tVoI/AAAAAAAAANY/96qQGvv-iR8/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFZKcjzFI/AAAAAAAAANg/e4xa2KH_piM/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101734249712722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFZKcjzFI/AAAAAAAAANg/e4xa2KH_piM/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFe7n9mXI/AAAAAAAAANo/ePaC065g7vs/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101833350224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFe7n9mXI/AAAAAAAAANo/ePaC065g7vs/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFIFc-dWxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AONq9CJzhhA/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310104694161234706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFIFc-dWxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AONq9CJzhhA/s400/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFkuIQ_xI/AAAAAAAAANw/nD7hXS_pjoU/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101932806831890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFkuIQ_xI/AAAAAAAAANw/nD7hXS_pjoU/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFqMe8XSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/p2r4EeQ-g3Y/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310102026854358306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFqMe8XSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/p2r4EeQ-g3Y/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFFv0-sQ-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5cny1UVaZII/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFHeJ29QfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qQmXh9EU5e0/s400/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFF051D6mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/O_ASJ9dyJ-A/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310102210825415266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFF051D6mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/O_ASJ9dyJ-A/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFF5XCsbNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PAhdYOSFsPY/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310102287386701010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFF5XCsbNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PAhdYOSFsPY/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera: Wani&lt;br /&gt;Photographed by: Wani/Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do I keep having peculiar dreams&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/29250476-171711235204360347?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/171711235204360347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=171711235204360347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/171711235204360347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/171711235204360347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-had-sudden-crush-on-mr-clint.html' title='I think I had a sudden crush on Mr. Clint Eastwood.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SbFEQr8l4KI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fBaf9INcQDc/s72-c/clint-eastwood-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8095982395565376550</id><published>2009-03-04T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:46:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide.</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Shabrina that she finally,&lt;br /&gt;finally bought a Pink Ipod Nano...&lt;br /&gt;After I propagated her many times to waste her money to buy one. &lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to you, Shabrina.&lt;br /&gt;Since you're is a beginning, &lt;br /&gt;let me just guide you here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After iTunes been downloaded,&lt;br /&gt;2. Transfer songs from your PC folder 'My Music' to iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Click 'File' at the top left hand corner, Add File to Library, select 'My Music', then select the song, then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Another thing, if you're planning to rip songs from a CD, just pop a CD into the driver, then, click Rip CD somewhere in... in the iTunes. Yea? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8095982395565376550?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8095982395565376550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8095982395565376550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8095982395565376550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8095982395565376550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/guide.html' title='Guide.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-992148284780241820</id><published>2009-03-03T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:02:41.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Slartibartfast.</title><content type='html'>I just arrived home from Vivo City right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh... I went out.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning to, until Qil had asked me out to get a $20 voucher from &lt;i&gt;Tangs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I agreed because I knew that she wouldn't dared going to Vivo alone,&lt;br /&gt;and even called me crazy when I go there alone.&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought, it was just one afternoon, and would reach home without a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when I was about to head out, I had a terrible headache&lt;br /&gt;but I never fuss too much about it because I dislike people to worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;Me, me, me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the word me.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do 'I' nor 'mine', really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my knowledge, Atiqah also tagged along,&lt;br /&gt;well... It was a last minute thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a short journey,&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, nothing much had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's with those emotional PM messages?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-992148284780241820?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/992148284780241820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=992148284780241820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/992148284780241820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/992148284780241820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-name-is-slartibartfast.html' title='My name is Slartibartfast.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6479101216968111583</id><published>2009-03-02T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:46:02.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have oodles of time.</title><content type='html'>Since I had fallen ill for the past few days, &lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to restrict myself from going out of the house too much.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, mum wouldn't have the mood to cook dinner every evening,&lt;br /&gt;so on the following day, there would be a mere chance that there will be food on the table for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the reason I'm forced to leave home and search for food.&lt;br /&gt;Like, a bloody predator hunting for food, aye?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I would like to be a lion.&lt;br /&gt;A male lion.&lt;br /&gt;Eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And mate, but let's keep 'mate' out this matter for a while.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to do, during the 'olidays of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm grounding myself, I began watching the telly more that I used too.&lt;br /&gt;My latest hobby: channel surfing.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, I really miss my favourite channel...&lt;br /&gt;BBC of course.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, I watch other channels too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to this BBC show called &lt;I&gt;Blackadder&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A comedy of course. &lt;br /&gt;Classic comedy from the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIaitixYQ2M/SV-kzDvU1wI/AAAAAAAABcI/lkf_bOyUT38/s400/Blackadder+Goes+Fourth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIaitixYQ2M/SV-kzDvU1wI/AAAAAAAABcI/lkf_bOyUT38/s400/Blackadder+Goes+Fourth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this picture shows the 4th season, &lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on the 3rd, &lt;br /&gt;but still the casts are the same, &lt;br /&gt;great comedians such as&lt;br /&gt;Rowan Atkinson,&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Fry,&lt;br /&gt;Tony Robinson,&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Laurie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Hugh Laurie on the 3rd season, as a pampered and silly Prince who doesn't even know how to put his trousers on properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have most the channels I need to keep me up all afternoon at home. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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time.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIaitixYQ2M/SV-kzDvU1wI/AAAAAAAABcI/lkf_bOyUT38/s72-c/Blackadder+Goes+Fourth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-4014715859761178931</id><published>2009-03-01T13:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:37:50.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody likes being sick.</title><content type='html'>It's quite obvious that I haven't been updating for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Some may think that I'm lazy,&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1,&lt;br /&gt;I had high fever,&lt;br /&gt;highest temperature was 39.8 degress celcius,&lt;br /&gt;which was recorded in the clinic itself.&lt;br /&gt;Which made the doctor went: "WOAH!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;That doctor was trying to be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, apart from fever, my appearance was appalling!&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see myself.&lt;br /&gt;Blasting fever.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall spare that details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor almost suspected that I had a dengue fever, because I had sudden high fever,&lt;br /&gt;Well, when he said that to me,&lt;br /&gt;inside I was...&lt;br /&gt;bloody worried, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god,&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I was not bedridden,&lt;br /&gt;or, vomiting blood,&lt;br /&gt;or rashes,&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;even...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but all I had was high fever.&lt;br /&gt;Which caused a few ulcers to build in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently have 3 ulcers in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey!&lt;br /&gt;Not complaining here, because I know it'll be cured one day and&lt;br /&gt;everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering how is my current condition,&lt;br /&gt;well, safely to say, I'm quite fine.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est La Vie yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;The only part I liked was the interval and the ending.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I remembered when the perfomance had ended,&lt;br /&gt;obviously everyone in the theatre started to move out, including my group of friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;While people sitting in our row trying their best to shift themselves out of the row of seats,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that are a few people who were sitting right at the end of the row, literally refuse to give the others' way out.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs wearily*&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate people, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, we were the first group to leave the crowded theatre.&lt;br /&gt;At last,&lt;br /&gt;we could see the night life,&lt;br /&gt;instead of staying there of course waiting for who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying ourselves some beverages,&lt;br /&gt;we went straight home, away from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly, I witnessed that there were about thirty coppers barged into the house, arresting everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that I was in a brothel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Laurie interviews Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPE9SSeICAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPE9SSeICAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second part of the sketch. &lt;br /&gt;Funny as hell can ever laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3d58nxCH2lg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3d58nxCH2lg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I'm addicted to A Bit of Fry and Laurie these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-4014715859761178931?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/4014715859761178931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=4014715859761178931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4014715859761178931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/4014715859761178931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobody-likes-being-sick.html' title='Nobody likes being sick.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7311858245333172156</id><published>2009-02-24T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:10:38.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up you lunatic bastard.</title><content type='html'>Yes, finally bought those bloody Cest la Vie tickets today.&lt;br /&gt;Why is so hard to get those blasted tickets in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink Floyd is not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7311858245333172156?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7311858245333172156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7311858245333172156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7311858245333172156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7311858245333172156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/shut-up-you-lunatic-bastard.html' title='shut up you lunatic bastard.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7127656919869236492</id><published>2009-02-23T20:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:51:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't touch me!</title><content type='html'>Another day,&lt;br /&gt;another beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Hello once again...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you might ask why am I so formal with the greetings,&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is to shrug and say,&lt;br /&gt;I have no bloody idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day with Shabrina,&lt;br /&gt;and let me spare the details.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from that,&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a new DVD, &lt;i&gt;The Untouchables&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered clearly that I watched the vital parts of the movie when I was a child,&lt;br /&gt;who was clueless about organised crimes,&lt;br /&gt;or mob wars,&lt;br /&gt;or even the &lt;i&gt;prohibition-era&lt;/i&gt; during the 1920's to the early 1930's in United States.&lt;br /&gt;But, since I already knew, watching this movie is a whole lot different than I watched when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this movie had succeeded into my favourite all-time movies,&lt;br /&gt;3rd position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sure that no one cares at all, but... it feels good to announce unnecessary infomation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert de Niro, of course is so natural,&lt;br /&gt;the way he speaks in his American-Italian accents and all.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kevin Costner and SEAN CONNERY! Both excellent actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't know that those mafia blokes during the early 30's used Tommy/Thompson machine guns.&lt;br /&gt;I only thought that WWII American soldiers used it in combat.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only ones who were brave enough to kill those Nazi soldiers at close range of course.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, let's not exclude those classic revolvers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Andy Garcia is hot.&lt;br /&gt;And The Untouchables theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;Brings the good ol' childhood memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO SEAN PENN FOR WINNING THE BEST ACTOR AWARD (OSCARS) IN &lt;i&gt;MILK&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO WATCH THE FILM BUT ITS R21,&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SO GREAT  BEING BELOW THE AGE OF 21,&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;It's quite obvious that I'm being sacarstic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwo8qxUit00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwo8qxUit00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;A Bit of Fry and Laurie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British humour! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7127656919869236492?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7127656919869236492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7127656919869236492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7127656919869236492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7127656919869236492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-touch-me.html' title='can&apos;t touch me!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8825258113676585331</id><published>2009-02-22T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:49:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never give me your money.</title><content type='html'>Went to Johor this week.&lt;br /&gt;Again,&lt;br /&gt;but this time, I went with another extra person,&lt;br /&gt;besides my parents of course.&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;No, we went with Aqilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me puzzled is why would a person like Aqilah herself,&lt;br /&gt;desperate to go to my parents' house in Johor?&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue of any kind at all...&lt;br /&gt;Because personally, I'm quite tired going there again,&lt;br /&gt;with all the traffic jams at the customs, and...&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of homesickness is driving me absolutely, mad.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, Aqilah didn't mind at all...&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, about those cats I mentioned in a pass few days, or weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were still there when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Not when we left.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about later...&lt;br /&gt;There's a great amount of certainty that some, &lt;br /&gt;or at least a number of readers will finish reading this post, with an opened jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, why not,&lt;br /&gt;just once, let me cut to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, it was about 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;The mother cat and her younglings were found playing at my mum's garden.&lt;br /&gt;The place was bloody untidy, thanks to the feline decorators.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, dad was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day,&lt;br /&gt;the cat along with the younglings were still there.&lt;br /&gt;At about an hour to noon, dad decided to trim the grass with a grass cutter.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just keep it in mind, that the bloody thing emits an undesirable noise.&lt;br /&gt;It, of course scared those little felines off...&lt;br /&gt;Including its mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Aqilah and I went out into the garden,&lt;br /&gt;we were baffled to see that there were no sign of those cats.&lt;br /&gt;So, we tried to impersonate a living cat, by meowing of course so that in some glint of hope that one of them approach us.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the mother cat did.&lt;br /&gt;"Where did she come from?" I asked,&lt;br /&gt;"From the car," Qil answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that little feline wants a little heat?&lt;br /&gt;But, where the bloody hell were the others? We wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to head of to a nearest shopping centre called Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch of course, and went around some places like the bookstore called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Harrison Ford&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris and the supermarket for mum to buy some groceries for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, headed back to home for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, a mother cat came rushing towards the car by the time the car halted.&lt;br /&gt;It went straight under the car, so Qil took a look.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, where is she?"&lt;br /&gt;By then, I already lowered my head looking for the cat.&lt;br /&gt;No bloody sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Qil had received a brainwave.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe she went &lt;I&gt;into&lt;/i&gt; the car?"&lt;br /&gt;She looked down. &lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is! She's &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; the car!"&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated,&lt;br /&gt;then took my ipod out and used its reflective back as a mirror to search for any holes directly under the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter in fact,&lt;br /&gt;the cat's front legs were literally dangling while sitting &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I called out for dad,&lt;br /&gt;told him to open to front part of the car,&lt;br /&gt;hell, I am clueless of what it's called,&lt;br /&gt;to search for any kittens.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were...&lt;br /&gt;3 of them!&lt;br /&gt;Hiding themselves between those squeezy engines.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I predicted it was the whole 4 of them, God knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours, and still the clock was ticking, &lt;br /&gt;dad was spraying water all over those engines,&lt;br /&gt;2 got out,&lt;br /&gt;the other 2?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right beside the car, the mother cat keeps moaning (meowing) which shows that the cat was worried for its child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, all of us gave up,&lt;br /&gt;and left the other 2 in...&lt;br /&gt;(or 1?)&lt;br /&gt;until we reached to Singapore, and they are still nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SaFu_x7-HtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-KpEdTQL_wA/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SaFu_x7-HtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-KpEdTQL_wA/s400/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305643878034841298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor mother cat, she was so worried.&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunate of her to lose half of her kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SaFvRNLl5vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ar_ONkXNmM0/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SaFvRNLl5vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ar_ONkXNmM0/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305644177405896434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The youngest and friendliest kitten. But a naughty boy indeed. Called him &lt;I&gt;Mr. Grey&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8825258113676585331?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8825258113676585331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8825258113676585331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8825258113676585331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8825258113676585331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-never-give-me-your-money.html' title='You never give me your money.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SaFu_x7-HtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-KpEdTQL_wA/s72-c/DSC01293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-356397904299492058</id><published>2009-02-20T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:45:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The surprising adventures of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gl0LqMeLKBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gl0LqMeLKBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I'm pissing blood again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-356397904299492058?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/356397904299492058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6368618134102075888</id><published>2009-02-19T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:59:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rode all night 'till I find you again.</title><content type='html'>Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Bored!&lt;br /&gt;Really need to watch a movie... :D&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;GRAN TORINO FOR F'S SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't stop listen to Paul McCartney's (Beatles, Wings or solo) songs these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6368618134102075888?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3708438134402758527</id><published>2009-02-18T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:35:36.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hole in the ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mU5y-sYqrVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mU5y-sYqrVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That Mitchell and Webb Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You find this funny if you watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Weakest Link&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the &lt;i&gt;hole&lt;/i&gt; in the ring,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Qil asking me to design her shoes for school this upcoming April.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just did the drafts...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately she went offline already before I could show her the drafts.&lt;br /&gt;Draft... actually.&lt;br /&gt;An unfinished draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SZu5N5eIALI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wep9MFWGeq4/s1600-h/drawing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SZu5N5eIALI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wep9MFWGeq4/s400/drawing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304036634575503538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not too sure about fitting the picture into a shoe,&lt;br /&gt;but what I sure is...&lt;br /&gt;I know how to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you want to put anything else, Qil.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3708438134402758527?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3708438134402758527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3708438134402758527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3708438134402758527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3708438134402758527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/hole-in-ring.html' title='The hole in the ring.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SZu5N5eIALI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wep9MFWGeq4/s72-c/drawing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2076702606130367707</id><published>2009-02-17T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:36:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed the template, again.</title><content type='html'>Lyrics used at the top of the blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Me Mine, The Beatles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just attempting to aim at a so called &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; someone.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gran Torino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eastwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody has a clue about how many movies I watched a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystic River is never boring to watch it...&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;CLINT EASTWOOD!&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2076702606130367707?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2076702606130367707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2076702606130367707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2076702606130367707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2076702606130367707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/changed-template-again.html' title='changed the template, again.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3519119738800043951</id><published>2009-02-17T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:08:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet!</title><content type='html'>Went out again.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I go out alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, did nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;Twins and I went to this wretched school called Siglap Secondary School,&lt;br /&gt;for this particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met Qil to watch a movie!&lt;br /&gt;Tried to convince her several times to watch Slumdog Millionare,&lt;br /&gt;and after 5 minutes, she was finally convinced.&lt;br /&gt;I told this to her...&lt;br /&gt;"It's a good movie! Wanna bet? Okay, if you find out that the movie sucks, we'll go bowling every night in a week..."&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I already knew that the movie had been awarded the Golden Globe Awards,&lt;br /&gt;I think,&lt;br /&gt;and had 4 stars...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I wouldn't be nervous on betting.&lt;br /&gt;Technically betting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out,&lt;br /&gt;she liked the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the last part.&lt;br /&gt;Total Bollywood theme.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;So that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anil Kapoor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to say the PUUUR part.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so addicted to that gay face.&lt;br /&gt;Little inside joke, on little someone.&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing... the boy playing as youngest Jamal is awfully cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;One more &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; thing...&lt;br /&gt;Can't watch movies online anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Because of some shit.&lt;br /&gt;I just have so many things to say, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we know.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, now we know...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3519119738800043951?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3519119738800043951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3519119738800043951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3519119738800043951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3519119738800043951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/jet.html' title='Jet!'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3745147255131370329</id><published>2009-02-16T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:32:14.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As soon as you're born they make you feel small&lt;br /&gt;By giving you no time instead of it all&lt;br /&gt;Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurt you at home and they hit you at school&lt;br /&gt;They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool&lt;br /&gt;Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years&lt;br /&gt;Then they expect you to pick a career&lt;br /&gt;When you can't really function you're so full of fear&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV&lt;br /&gt;And you think you're so clever and class less and free&lt;br /&gt;But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's room at the top they are telling you still&lt;br /&gt;But first you must learn how to smile as you kill&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be like the folks on the hill&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;A working class hero is something to be&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a hero well just follow me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a hero well just follow me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Working Class Hero&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song about a great man himself.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Not every hero was born perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Not every hero was born treated right.&lt;br /&gt;Although it happens, a hero in everyone will still emerge one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3745147255131370329?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3745147255131370329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3745147255131370329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3745147255131370329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3745147255131370329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-soon-as-youre-born-they-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-5159491730694926785</id><published>2009-02-15T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:32:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.blog-city.com/files/J04/60808/p/f/macpc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/J04/60808/p/f/macpc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm addicted to &lt;i&gt;That Mitchell and Webb Look&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-5159491730694926785?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/5159491730694926785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=5159491730694926785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5159491730694926785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/5159491730694926785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7865374663819985778</id><published>2009-02-13T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:53:25.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Friday the 13th. *Gasp*</title><content type='html'>I was utterly moodless this morning because of this...&lt;br /&gt;annonying disease.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;I&gt;disease&lt;/i&gt; is a bit wrong to describe it,&lt;br /&gt;but also, it is rather an inappropriate word to describe what was really bothering me, in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, I just call it a harmless, but really mood shattering, annoying disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the bowling,&lt;br /&gt;last minute things came up so suddenly that we had to cancel it...&lt;br /&gt;no, postpone it to next week.&lt;br /&gt;So, no bowling today.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the party of girls, Aqilah, twins and I went shopping in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was mostly silent at the first part of the outing.&lt;br /&gt;Just because of me, being moodless.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I would be the one to start a random topic for the group to react and discuss on,&lt;br /&gt;but this afternoon, I was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And even complained to some cars for not stopping at the zebra crossings.&lt;br /&gt;"Bloody BMW," I muttered, and Qil was beside me shaking her head as she listened to my complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at this Thai restaurant in Faiz Plaza, &lt;br /&gt;and after that rather, not so scrumptious meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;It's okay, Qil. Not your fault. LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood went straight up...&lt;br /&gt;To level 1.&lt;br /&gt;That was when I had the mood to smile.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, those annoying cramps I mentioned early faded away,&lt;br /&gt;and I was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;No, I was back &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; being normal...&lt;br /&gt;Making random jokes and remarks about someone or something like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;And that was when everything starts getting better.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, overall, it was an awesome day,&lt;br /&gt;despite today was Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Who believes in that crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, gosh!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know about those attractive shops at &lt;I&gt;The Heeren&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the best shops in &lt;I&gt;The Heeren&lt;/i&gt; was the HMV,&lt;br /&gt;but HMV wasn't alone...!&lt;br /&gt;And, I just found out about this shop which sells mainly printed tees of Brit Bands.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so heeeavenly.&lt;br /&gt;And when I got in, I saw a couple of &lt;I&gt;Beatles&lt;/i&gt; shirts with cool designs...&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, one of the best designs I'd ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;but not the best prices to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;Sad, again.&lt;br /&gt;But I would still aim for that little shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;Just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, had a great day chatting with my good ol' friends,&lt;br /&gt;and those times we had today...&lt;br /&gt;Just priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7865374663819985778?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7865374663819985778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7865374663819985778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7865374663819985778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7865374663819985778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-friday-13th-gasp.html' title='Today, Friday the 13th. *Gasp*'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6096385893229182805</id><published>2009-02-12T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:57:20.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say my name when you sleep.</title><content type='html'>Like I posted yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;And I did.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I only caught one movie, Defiance, &lt;br /&gt;and had no time for Slumdog Millionare.&lt;br /&gt;But, hey...&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch it...&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the movie was a bit long...&lt;br /&gt;But, honestly, its just not up to standard amongst the other WWII movies...&lt;br /&gt;The message is there,&lt;br /&gt;but its not presented blatantly...&lt;br /&gt;Still, its worth a watch.&lt;br /&gt;Especially a self-hate (half) German like me watching Nazis DIE!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my race.&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I would still be killed if I live in Nazi Germany during the 30's because I'm not a pure German. God... &lt;br /&gt;And Hitler wasn't German anyway.&lt;br /&gt;He was f*cking Austrian.&lt;br /&gt;And a German wannabe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, German guys are acceptionally hot, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Heinrich Himmler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Defiance makes me having this sudden urge to watch &lt;i&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/i&gt; for the 11th time.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP WATCHING IT, OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;^#@#$!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, bowling with the girls, and a few guys.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone can make it?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Me? Bowl?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh... &lt;br /&gt;I''ll think about it before I do some bowling, really...&lt;br /&gt;It's just &lt;I&gt;heart wrenching&lt;/I&gt; to see the ball rolling into the little drain by the sides and not hitting on anything.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;It's utterly waste of game,&lt;br /&gt;and money to see the ball rolling in the drain.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6096385893229182805?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6096385893229182805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6096385893229182805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6096385893229182805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6096385893229182805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-my-name-when-you-sleep.html' title='Say my name when you sleep.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7072036495857477735</id><published>2009-02-11T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:06:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone couldn't stop looking at me.</title><content type='html'>It had been only 3 days going out with my friends in a row,&lt;br /&gt;yet I'm so tired all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of tireness...&lt;br /&gt;I still want to catch at least a movie!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to watch &lt;I&gt;Defiance&lt;/I&gt; tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Alone, since everyone's busy.&lt;br /&gt;Or, there's another alternative,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beingz.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/slumdog_millionaire_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://beingz.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/slumdog_millionaire_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Slumdog Millionare&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be an awesome flick.&lt;br /&gt;Still... I have no idea which one to watch, or which one to watch...&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I had to go to Tampines Mall to catch a movie,&lt;br /&gt;since I had to use an adult fare on transportation these days.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I would rather drop by at Vivo or something...&lt;br /&gt;At least there is a rooftop garden or a massive bookstore over there while waiting for the movie session, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Never attempt to watch movies with me, my fellow girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;No one has the same movie tastes as me.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And please, no more people asking me whether I want to watch Bride Wars or not.&lt;br /&gt;The only answer I'll give is no. Seriously.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7072036495857477735?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7072036495857477735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7072036495857477735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7072036495857477735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7072036495857477735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-couldnt-stop-looking-at-me.html' title='Someone couldn&apos;t stop looking at me.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-6207956543506821654</id><published>2009-02-09T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:17:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a Swatch watch with bunnies making love.</title><content type='html'>Had a reunion today!&lt;br /&gt;No, actually...&lt;br /&gt;Just had another day meeting an old friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;From Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go to the city to shop,&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't plan to buy something,&lt;br /&gt;because I wanted to save &lt;I&gt;muhneey&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take it, so I bought some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Which was quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this hypnotist called Shabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, bought some wallet calenders,&lt;br /&gt;Ironman, but no Robert Downey Jr. (wasted)&lt;br /&gt;The Prestige,&lt;br /&gt;and Star Trek! (Although, not a big fan of it, but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Shabrina, &lt;br /&gt;just don't ask me what she bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we &lt;I&gt;chillaxed&lt;/i&gt; at Starbucks, &lt;br /&gt;and I got meself a sorethroat because of that,&lt;br /&gt;and we had invented a funny accent for this particular taboo word.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna type it here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week is filled with activities.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;going to Parkway Parade to accompany Qil to buy some shoes for school.&lt;br /&gt;Then going to hang out at her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Interview, bloody again, at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Our bowling plan is all ruined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;FREE!&lt;br /&gt;FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone will be busy. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;BOWLING! Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;But not confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Thursday I'll pop in the cinema and watch a movie...!?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehhee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6207956543506821654?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6207956543506821654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6207956543506821654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6207956543506821654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6207956543506821654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-swatch-watch-with-bunnies.html' title='There was a Swatch watch with bunnies making love.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7285473866872005298</id><published>2009-02-08T17:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:18:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That 'FiRST' magazine.</title><content type='html'>I remember those days when I was a loner.&lt;br /&gt;Being neglected all the time,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knew how I felt back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days were the times I filled most of my time doing things I liked,&lt;br /&gt;watching good old movies.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was down, or ill-treated, movies were the only thing that brought me back up.&lt;br /&gt;I remember, vividly, the movies that cheered me up the most was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Star Wars Original Triology&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All those fantasies about being in a different world,&lt;br /&gt;different time,&lt;br /&gt;in a different place.&lt;br /&gt;The Star Wars galaxy was my another reality.&lt;br /&gt;Still, watching those movies never satisfy my desires,&lt;br /&gt;so I began buying adults novels regarding Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely happy filling my time with those stuff,&lt;br /&gt;until a party pooper called 'reality' kept bashing on my head,&lt;br /&gt;telling me to wake the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was a lonely science fiction dork, &lt;br /&gt;I felt that the darkest time taught me to be more patient,&lt;br /&gt;and being alone is not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't like the ordinary girls in school though...&lt;br /&gt;Always quiet and prefered to keep things within the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some extroverts never understand introverts, &lt;br /&gt;So that was when I was being neglected everytime in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I feel pity of loners these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;I liked reading this magazine called FiRST, &lt;br /&gt;which I kept myself updated with latest movies &lt;br /&gt;and spent every last penny on a movie ticket with a friend or alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, since I had friends that I trust,&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance the twins and Aqilah,&lt;br /&gt;my connection between my virtual reality in some Star Wars galaxy and my cravings on movies started to fade away into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that my friends are the cause,&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I would prefer friends than virtual reality,&lt;br /&gt;but when you put both together...&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, out of the blues, I decided to buy a FiRST magazine,&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought of watching this WW2 movie called &lt;I&gt;Defiance&lt;/i&gt;, and to check its ratings...&lt;br /&gt;It had been such a &lt;I&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time since I bought the last edition.&lt;br /&gt;When I flipped through, there were lots of fantastic movies that suddenly reminded me of those old days.&lt;br /&gt;Movies like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/milk/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/milk/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button &lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Qil for her recommendation. It really looks like a brilliant flick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6k9wnHUO44/SSArD7A7-nI/AAAAAAAAABU/NZeuQNmbIz0/s400/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_duo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6k9wnHUO44/SSArD7A7-nI/AAAAAAAAABU/NZeuQNmbIz0/s400/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_duo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gran Torino (MUST WATCH!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2968374208_5e769947a6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2968374208_5e769947a6.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/506098~Defiance-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/506098~Defiance-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/DoubtPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/DoubtPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the only movie which wasn't in the magazine, &lt;br /&gt;but I really, really, REALLY have to watch is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Boy in Striped the Pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/reeling/images/2008/11/05/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 560px;" src="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/reeling/images/2008/11/05/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Cute German kid. LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;MUM! I THOUGHT YOUR FRIEND WANTED TO GIVE YOU FREE MOVIE TICKETS!?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE THEY!?!??!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7285473866872005298?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7285473866872005298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=7285473866872005298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7285473866872005298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/7285473866872005298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-first-magazine.html' title='That &apos;FiRST&apos; magazine.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6k9wnHUO44/SSArD7A7-nI/AAAAAAAAABU/NZeuQNmbIz0/s72-c/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_duo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2114745003636674942</id><published>2009-02-08T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:13:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged goods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3A7fGctVI/AAAAAAAAALs/J9Kr25Bqi9s/s1600-h/CAPTAIN+DUMMY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3A7fGctVI/AAAAAAAAALs/J9Kr25Bqi9s/s400/CAPTAIN+DUMMY.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300104464678303058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;It had been 3 days in Johore.&lt;br /&gt;Without internet,&lt;br /&gt;and the PC,&lt;br /&gt;DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I survived.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, alot of things happened during that trip.&lt;br /&gt;Like, dad witnessed someone trying to steal a car,&lt;br /&gt;a scruffy cat which tried to eat our meal...&lt;br /&gt;And also, we found a cat along with its kittens in our garden!&lt;br /&gt;4 kittens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auuuww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, other than that...&lt;br /&gt;I just slept.&lt;br /&gt;And ate.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* &lt;br /&gt;The good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for Qil to come along, &lt;br /&gt;but Dad just spoilt the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was too afraid to ask him at first.&lt;br /&gt;He's not the type of people who entertains such questions,&lt;br /&gt;so just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip was boring.&lt;br /&gt;At least I watched &lt;I&gt;Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang&lt;/i&gt; during my stay.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Robert Downey Jr. was...&lt;br /&gt;oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I promised you to put those pictures,&lt;br /&gt;but common, look at the time you know...&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;To the person.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that person.&lt;br /&gt;You hated me for how I treated you?&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;How did you treat me?&lt;br /&gt;I know, you're a spoilt brat in some ways,&lt;br /&gt;you even get pissed when someone denies you when he/she been asked to carry your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what?&lt;br /&gt;And who cares how I treated you.&lt;br /&gt;You treated me just the same.&lt;br /&gt;Want witnesses?&lt;br /&gt;I get you witnesses! (PLURAL)&lt;br /&gt;I treated you like you're some schumck because,&lt;br /&gt;of your behaviour...&lt;br /&gt;God. No one can handle that kind of behaviour!&lt;br /&gt;I remembered someone started an anti-you campaign in class because of your behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I was the last one that hated you...&lt;br /&gt;that was when I had to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;Right after you ditched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know, I was a boring fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't gossip nor announce everything about myself to people...&lt;br /&gt;Like normal girls, like you do.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, ditch me, because I was fucking dull and ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU STILL COMPLAIN ON HOW YOU WERE TREATED UNFAIRLY?!&lt;br /&gt;I was ignored, for a fucking year, 2 fucking years to be fucking exact, and nobody knew about it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell a soul.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't seek someone's sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;Like you all fucking do.&lt;br /&gt;All I did was to depend on myself.&lt;br /&gt;And you spoilt brats just couldn't take loneliness for one fucking second.&lt;br /&gt;And do you think I sat down and laugh to myself for being lonely?&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed during those years because people like you ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;What about you, making a fucking big deal, and cried in class and in fucking toilets waiting for someone to hand you a piece of fucking tissue.&lt;br /&gt;And why I was being ignored in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;Not because I did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I hurt someone's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I WAS BORING.&lt;br /&gt;AND ORDINARY.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS FUCKING ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I met the twins who felt the same way as I did.&lt;br /&gt;They were just fucking brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Because of them, I wasn't lonely anymore, like what you fucktards did to me.&lt;br /&gt;And fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I am still with them.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;BTW twins, &lt;br /&gt;I love the fuck outta you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why suddenly did you ended up with me?&lt;br /&gt;Because you were ditched by someone, remember?&lt;br /&gt;And no one in the whole goddam class cared about you either.&lt;br /&gt;And you came back, literally crawling back to me asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Boo hoo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid enough to help you though.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, why the person ditched you in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Because she hated how you treated her.&lt;br /&gt;And, the one who started that dumb arse 'campaign' anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After the person decided to talk to you again,&lt;br /&gt;you ditched me.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just me though,&lt;br /&gt;the whole bloody group.&lt;br /&gt;You having private conversations with someone drove us fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those days?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quit complaining about how I treated you.&lt;br /&gt;I treated you that way because I was sick of your behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So as the others, dear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the others.&lt;br /&gt;Including your newfound friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to tell you about that.&lt;br /&gt;But, I believed you already knew.&lt;br /&gt;And how you used me.&lt;br /&gt;And how you ignored the whole lot of people?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah, I can even list down all the names.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't treat the person badly for no such reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I did,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have any friends who love me dearly...&lt;br /&gt;Would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Because my Norton anti-virus is finally installed!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3BzPW3ODI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DDbgE-Aj9ok/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3BzPW3ODI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DDbgE-Aj9ok/s400/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300105422524856370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;I&gt;Mum's trying to be cute.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she really is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3ChDqoBMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Lx6h4Dx6yLs/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3ChDqoBMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Lx6h4Dx6yLs/s400/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300106209660503234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;I&gt;The fountain, which I sank my whole arm in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Johore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3DAJ4L4oI/AAAAAAAAAME/eTt30s275n0/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3DAJ4L4oI/AAAAAAAAAME/eTt30s275n0/s400/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300106743903937154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;I&gt;The mummy cat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3GS7thXYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LHXt0QJMDKI/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3GS7thXYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LHXt0QJMDKI/s400/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300110365053508994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;And her little piggies. I mean, kitties.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Ooouhh no.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I swear alot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;I&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2114745003636674942?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2114745003636674942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2114745003636674942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2114745003636674942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2114745003636674942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/damaged-goods.html' title='Damaged goods.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SY3A7fGctVI/AAAAAAAAALs/J9Kr25Bqi9s/s72-c/CAPTAIN+DUMMY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-564071581526780960</id><published>2009-02-05T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:01:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utterly waste of time.</title><content type='html'>Let's say,&lt;br /&gt;I got all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;You already read all my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;and I hope it's stucked in that thick skull of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;Recruiting more army, aye?&lt;br /&gt;Wise.&lt;br /&gt;Even recruiting your ex-hatred friends.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, haha, funny.&lt;br /&gt;Such a wise girl.&lt;br /&gt;All, that bad remarks about them, being shoved back into the big mouth of yours, aye?&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no use talking to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, you can't even understand what we are trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;As well as your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Oi, remember you used me?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;I have proof.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't rant about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I didn't use her!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever, because I remembered what you did to me on those days.&lt;br /&gt;Clear, as the shiniest professionally-cut diamonds you can find in the whole wretched world, someone's new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not even a slightiest use talking to your little sister of yours.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;You used your little sister to deal with these situations.&lt;br /&gt;You're fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Still, &lt;br /&gt;sisters are the same.&lt;br /&gt;No use &lt;I&gt;communicating&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't sweat.&lt;br /&gt;I won't even see you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I bloody care?&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in mind that you started the whole thing in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;PS. I don't even have the &lt;I&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; to tag nasty comments about you in your tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;So, please, you and your &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; wannabe diva sister? &lt;br /&gt;Don't accuse me like some complacent fucks that I tagged on your board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yea.&lt;br /&gt;Why, can't deal with your own problems?&lt;br /&gt;Can't take this thing alone?&lt;br /&gt;You'll lie on your death bed alone anyway, so why worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits to Qil&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another PS.&lt;br /&gt;The new friends of someone,&lt;br /&gt;just keep it in mind that she had to do all of this because she had no one else.&lt;br /&gt;That was what you did to me, someone's new friend.&lt;br /&gt;That was the reason, I had to tell you about it in the first place that made the fight to &lt;i&gt;'commence'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, good luck folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYYYEE!&lt;br /&gt;WENT OUT WITH ME FOLKS TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly it was my parents.&lt;br /&gt;They had to send the car for servicing, that made me forced myself to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Had, a huge arguement with dad,&lt;br /&gt;but, not stating it here, because it would be embarrassing for dad.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met the twins and Qil at the &lt;I&gt;Raffles City&lt;/i&gt; at about 2pm,&lt;br /&gt;because we had to do a walk-in interview in the Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;So, sadly, I had to leave me parents.&lt;br /&gt;But mum was extremely delighted when she met Aqilah and the twins!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;She's always delighted to see almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a picture of her, in about this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;(Going to Johor in about few minutes time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the interview,&lt;br /&gt;Qil and I managed to get into work though, because we were exprerienced,&lt;br /&gt;but the twins, I just hope them for the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Sq.,&lt;br /&gt;Ate KFC,&lt;br /&gt;I mean the meals was a rip off!&lt;br /&gt;%$&amp;%^#!&lt;br /&gt;But, I bought a meal there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then, another sad moment,&lt;br /&gt;Wana had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. She had to meet her boyfriend in Expo.&lt;br /&gt;No, Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;So, Wani, Qil and I went to the rooftop garden in Esplanade, chatted on some things,&lt;br /&gt;and they tried to hypnotised me to sink my arm into a fountain like I used to do but,&lt;br /&gt;No, today I managed to control meself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at about 6.10pm,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to head to Tampinese Mall to accompany Qil to buy some clothes,&lt;br /&gt;but she changed her mind at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Off to Century Sq. next,&lt;br /&gt;went to a shop,&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing to this shirts and the first shirt I saw, was...&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissing meself off, but the shirt was again hypnotising me to buy it,&lt;br /&gt;so I did.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Pasir Ris,&lt;br /&gt;waited for Wana.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the shoddy post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Please don't mind if there is spelling mistakes or whatever, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-564071581526780960?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/564071581526780960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=564071581526780960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/564071581526780960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/564071581526780960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/utterly-waste-of-time.html' title='utterly waste of time.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-9046382352538334094</id><published>2009-02-03T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:55:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang! maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head.</title><content type='html'>Without any reason at all, I decided to watch this movie called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Let's go to Prison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this particular scene cracks me up real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;The leader of 'White Kingdom'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I killed my old man with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nelson:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ouh...&lt;br /&gt;Like the Beatle song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, no one will understand this&lt;br /&gt;but there is a &lt;I&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; song about murder by The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be serious now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not satisfied with this unfinished business I'm dealing&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off entirely was,&lt;br /&gt;this particular person went fucking ballistic when she got to know that we didn't invite her to our last outing.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;grow the fuck up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered her asking Wani about what she was doing,&lt;br /&gt;so she replied her going out with us (Qil and I).&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, she went ballistic,&lt;br /&gt;scolding Wani about not asking her out and there goes one huge fight.&lt;br /&gt;Wani tried explaining things in a civilised manner,&lt;br /&gt;but GOD!&lt;br /&gt;There she goes, shooting at her with her unreasonable justifications,&lt;br /&gt;especially about Wani having this 'crush' a particular guy, whom she and her sister treated him as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;And fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Your tone!&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be a bloody Diva of the whole fucking town, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, you've changed!&lt;br /&gt;Became flirty...&lt;br /&gt;and gets bloody excited when a hot person walks by and all.&lt;br /&gt;Brags about every single thing, and thinks that you're the best and all,&lt;br /&gt;but when you got your 'O' Level results, your mouth was like sealed and didn't even say a single thing about yourself like you usually did.&lt;br /&gt;Until, you successfully entered Lassalle and there goes your bragging again!&lt;br /&gt;Telling the whole fucking world about your accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, that you didn't even realise that you brag.&lt;br /&gt;Excessively so.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you realise that we saying this just to make you realise your mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;We're not blaming you, nor shooting at you like you did to the twins.&lt;br /&gt;We have facts.&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;You would blame the whole lot so that you wouldn't loose the fight.&lt;br /&gt;With what?&lt;br /&gt;By justifying with unreasonable points?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the hell is wrong with the thick skull of yours!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way,&lt;br /&gt;you mentioned to me about us being sensitive because of your bragging?&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;br /&gt;what about you for instance,&lt;br /&gt;who went ballistic when we didn't invite you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, what about you, didn't even care to invite us, for instance the twins when going out with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Making an effort&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there's more than your bragging.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, alot more.&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to show off that you're working,&lt;br /&gt;doing your port-fucking-folio&lt;br /&gt;or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;because we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;And you work!?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe a shit you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;You even slacked when 'O' Levels was around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't deny me on that...&lt;br /&gt;Your results are my proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you even bragged about being in Lassalle, &lt;br /&gt;looking down upon other &lt;I&gt;talentless&lt;/i&gt; students who had to undergo the JAE admissions.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that not even one school wants you because of your appalling results!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, brag.&lt;br /&gt;Brag, Forrest, brag!&lt;br /&gt;Brag that you got into a colleage you longed for.&lt;br /&gt;Brag that no one got into Lassalle except you.&lt;br /&gt;Brag about the others who spent their days studying during the O Levels while you, just sit back and shake those legs of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Brag about every guy who spoke to you likes you.&lt;br /&gt;Brag that 2 guys like you at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Brag that every guy in the bus looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even brag in school.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, your English suck!&lt;br /&gt;You can't even understand my direct, simple English that I texted you yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;Dyslexic!?&lt;br /&gt;You can't even comprehend what we are telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your expressions about,&lt;br /&gt;no more monsters getting drunk, &lt;br /&gt;and you describing about dreams that are suppose to be loved not to ash?&lt;br /&gt;I mean ash!?&lt;br /&gt;What does it got to do with people &lt;I&gt;burning&lt;/i&gt; their dreams!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Mrs Rajan kept complaining about your use of weird expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else,&lt;br /&gt;about goth!&lt;br /&gt;Without goth, we'll be dead and living in crisis,&lt;br /&gt;I mean?&lt;br /&gt;We'll be dead?&lt;br /&gt;Living in crisis?&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are you trying to prove to us, man!?&lt;br /&gt;Goth as a political party?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, grow the fuck up you miserable fuck!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make you realise that life is reality here!&lt;br /&gt;Goth?&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;And you mentioned to someone about Goth is&lt;br /&gt;in between Metal and Emo?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAARGH!&lt;br /&gt;So, what's goth?&lt;br /&gt;Wood?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, really...&lt;br /&gt;Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Reality check:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE A WANNABE GOTH. YOU DON'T EVEN LOOK OR ACT LIKE ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have this irritating habit of copying people's style.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;It irritates the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you really realise that.&lt;br /&gt;You copying bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-9046382352538334094?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/9046382352538334094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=9046382352538334094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/9046382352538334094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/9046382352538334094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-bang-maxwells-silver-hammer-came.html' title='bang bang! maxwell&apos;s silver hammer came down upon her head.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-7613832167018040911</id><published>2009-02-03T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:58:17.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzcocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYfM3P00FKI/AAAAAAAAALk/AnXflJtccPs/s1600-h/edit+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298428736137598114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYfM3P00FKI/AAAAAAAAALk/AnXflJtccPs/s400/edit+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say hello to my little friend!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this little fella in Johore&lt;br /&gt;when my parents and I ate supper somewhere in the streets...&lt;br /&gt;of Johore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little fella.&lt;br /&gt;Before I took this picture, this cat was glaring at me with its&lt;br /&gt;large shiny eyes just like the Puss in Boots in the Shrek movies.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm not lying...!&lt;br /&gt;It was really similar!&lt;br /&gt;But, the cat just turned away when there was a flash in my camera... phone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;just some random post I thought of posting.&lt;br /&gt;Another Beatle lyrics from one of my favourite songs,&lt;br /&gt;YAY!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I write this letter&lt;br /&gt;Send my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I'll always&lt;br /&gt;Be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure these few words&lt;br /&gt;Till we're together&lt;br /&gt;Keep all my love forever&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;You you you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;To you love&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I do love&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;You you you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this letter&lt;br /&gt;Send my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I'll always&lt;br /&gt;Be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure these few words&lt;br /&gt;Till we're together&lt;br /&gt;Keep all my love forever&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;You you you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this letter&lt;br /&gt;Send my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I'll always&lt;br /&gt;Be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;To you love&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I do love&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;You you you&lt;br /&gt;You you you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but when listening to this song,&lt;br /&gt;makes me fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not in love now,&lt;br /&gt;but really...&lt;br /&gt;it makes me fall in love with someone...&lt;br /&gt;but no one.&lt;br /&gt;Weird... &lt;br /&gt;Tehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-7613832167018040911?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/7613832167018040911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-3740255614552137800</id><published>2009-02-02T23:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:53:41.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we did at Harbour Front.</title><content type='html'>The craziness had begun,&lt;br /&gt;when someone grabbed me &lt;I&gt;Cyber-shot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcTkXSgbrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oxFJPepQgGw/s1600-h/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcTkXSgbrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oxFJPepQgGw/s400/bff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225002072534706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcTymh56lI/AAAAAAAAAK0/adbOgS8LLj4/s1600-h/4+of+us+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcTymh56lI/AAAAAAAAAK0/adbOgS8LLj4/s400/4+of+us+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225246681819730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcUHcY6HfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Zmgi5jqqTRg/s1600-h/wana+balloon+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcUHcY6HfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Zmgi5jqqTRg/s400/wana+balloon+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225604736982514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcUcK-TQBI/AAAAAAAAALE/Y7pXFE8SNqM/s1600-h/funny+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcUcK-TQBI/AAAAAAAAALE/Y7pXFE8SNqM/s400/funny+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225960839233554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcUzqqKG-I/AAAAAAAAALM/FRD5ovLkNng/s1600-h/picture+perfect+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcUzqqKG-I/AAAAAAAAALM/FRD5ovLkNng/s400/picture+perfect+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298226364481674210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcVKCMDh1I/AAAAAAAAALU/Cfl7Pi6b8pE/s1600-h/qil+me+funny+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcVKCMDh1I/AAAAAAAAALU/Cfl7Pi6b8pE/s400/qil+me+funny+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298226748754986834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcVfTfvEmI/AAAAAAAAALc/ppAVu7Oj89E/s1600-h/failed+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcVfTfvEmI/AAAAAAAAALc/ppAVu7Oj89E/s400/failed+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298227114178187874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day shall be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since the last time we went out...&lt;br /&gt;No actually...&lt;br /&gt;But, ouh well.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely fun, until someone interfered.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;At least there was something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Tehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-3740255614552137800?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/3740255614552137800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=3740255614552137800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3740255614552137800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/3740255614552137800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-we-did-at-harbour-front.html' title='Things we did at Harbour Front.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SYcTkXSgbrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oxFJPepQgGw/s72-c/bff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8579132893327526379</id><published>2009-02-02T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:43:51.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goth, as our government.</title><content type='html'>The title states how ridiculous I may be but read this.&lt;br /&gt;It's more ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote: If it (goth) bring dulls to the world, by now we be dead and in crisis or whatever fuckshit could happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, sentence structure is rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;I&gt;if there is no goth, we will be living in crisis and whatever fuckshit could happen?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARGH!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE FUNNIEST BULLSHIT I THAT HAD EVER CAME OUT FROM A PERSON'S MOUTH EVER!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A COMPLACENT FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was why, I named the title:&lt;br /&gt;Goth, as our government.&lt;br /&gt;Because without goth, we will LIVE IN CRISIS.&lt;br /&gt;So please, vote goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, tell me that I like talking cock.&lt;br /&gt;I talk cock, because you talk cock in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is,&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel sitting, dealing, talking with a smart arse the entire day,&lt;br /&gt;who brags,&lt;br /&gt;who thinks the person knows every single thing in the world, but when you ask the person, he/she would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who talks about the opposite sex the entire time until you feel like throwing up in the middle of the street, couldn't take this nonsense anymore as your ears starts to bleed?&lt;br /&gt;The person who lives in some wonderland and thinks that every guy whom she talks to likes her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;How would you feel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the person may be denying that, but believe me...&lt;br /&gt;She even brags about herself when she tries to defend herself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well...&lt;br /&gt;and yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Goth really scares the fuck outta me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, please, goth is satanic.&lt;br /&gt;So, you said, that goth doesn't bother me?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, of course it does, dealing with a goth person bothers the fuck outta me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;And, it bothers me since the first time I know you.&lt;br /&gt;And it bothers even more if the person who tries too hard to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bottomline is...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to vent my anger or whatever in this post to you, but...&lt;br /&gt;Really, just see what are you doing to us.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't seem to realise what are your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you have gazillion friends to go out with, but,&lt;br /&gt;The twins, Qil and I don't have such quantity of friends.&lt;br /&gt;So, just understand what we have to say and justify our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;No one's the leader here.&lt;br /&gt;We ourselves lead on our OWN lives.&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, &lt;br /&gt;I say what I say.&lt;br /&gt;Just like we're trying to do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, god.&lt;br /&gt;You're being childish as ever.&lt;br /&gt;More childish than I am I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;We really don't need your unsincere apologies...&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to change, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;It's your way.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the chances of us meeting each other are slim,&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;We don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these unfinished business...&lt;br /&gt;We had fun in VIVO! &lt;br /&gt;I will post the photos later because it's rather late right now...&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8579132893327526379?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8579132893327526379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8579132893327526379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I deserved to thrown out of the fucking nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get from choosing a popular course in the fucking whole world.&lt;br /&gt;As a first choice.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thrown into an Engineer related business course, &lt;br /&gt;In fucking RP.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I love you!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was utterly upset about the results...&lt;br /&gt;Until I was lectured by mum.&lt;br /&gt;She said, it doesn't matter as long as you do your best in what you're in.&lt;br /&gt;And, also, I learnt that predicting the future, doesn't always work.&lt;br /&gt;Being afraid of the future, just makes the situation worst that it was before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I of course believed mum, because she had gone through all this.&lt;br /&gt;But, still... predicting the future is always a bad habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances may change.&lt;br /&gt;So, people out there who are fucking upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just do your very best on whatever situation you're given to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes the world a whole lot difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wani and I appealed for a different course called:&lt;br /&gt;Business Infomation Technology.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would appeal...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be comfortable with an Engineering course, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;RP just suck, and I will have a little &lt;I&gt;reunion&lt;/i&gt; in that wretched school.&lt;br /&gt;But life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Fuck paperless education.&lt;br /&gt;It won't fucking work, RP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-6423931017982555592?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/6423931017982555592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=6423931017982555592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6423931017982555592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/6423931017982555592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothings-gonna-change-my-world.html' title='Nothing&apos;s gonna change my world.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1287060194328819977</id><published>2009-01-29T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:09:22.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, hello.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm so busy or anything actually...&lt;br /&gt;I just had nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was busy.&lt;br /&gt;Playing the keyboard, computer most of the time until mum suddenly complained...&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you in the room all day and not bother to see our faces anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apparently, my room had become my world.&lt;br /&gt;But really, it's just bad.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I don't go out (from room) often because, mum keep watching her shows every night and I'm not gonna sit with her watching the telly together...&lt;br /&gt;Her shows just suck!&lt;br /&gt;*No offence. Tehee.*&lt;br /&gt;And, I rarely watch the telly these days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So far 2 and a half months... still counting.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;I&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But, they'll be no more Doctor Who because last month was its last episode.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Even sad to see &lt;I&gt;John Simm&lt;/i&gt; dies.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just made a new &lt;I&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm adding people up...&lt;br /&gt;But, you can add me too, if you have my email of course...&lt;br /&gt;Or, I'll add the people whom I know... if I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yea!&lt;br /&gt;I just had a little chat with Wana a few minutes ago, talking about the JAE results, which will be released tomorrow at 8am!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared honestly...&lt;br /&gt;I hope the twins and I will get the same school which is SP, so we can go and leave school, just like the old times when we were at Siglap Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the old times.&lt;br /&gt;Those cock and bull stories we used to share within each other.&lt;br /&gt;Just cracks me up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DUjbQUp9SR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DUjbQUp9SR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Moral of the story: Never give this man a wooden chair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1287060194328819977?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1287060194328819977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1287060194328819977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1287060194328819977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1287060194328819977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-hello.html' title='hello, hello.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8704083718305285419</id><published>2009-01-27T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:31:26.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never gonna give you up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WATCH THE VID FIRST BEFORE MOVING ON.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your own risk of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHg5SJYRHA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHg5SJYRHA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: If you had found/watched this video in unfavourable circustances...&lt;br /&gt;It means your NICKED!&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean, RICK ROLLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People had been using this to trick the viewers so be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, watch at 2.07.&lt;br /&gt;Just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qil was planning to go to Bras Basah to find some secondhand books tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, to Atiqah, I just did the questions or survey whatever months ago...&lt;br /&gt;But ouh well.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than &lt;I&gt;10&lt;/i&gt; random facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Random Facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Addicted to the video I posted above. Especially at 2.07.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rather watch classics than remakes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Loves listening to classics, (60's, 70's)&lt;br /&gt;4. Prefers listening to Brit bands than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;5. Prefers watching Brit shows than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;6. Speaks awkwardly, and randomly.&lt;br /&gt;7. Loves air guitairing/drumming/piano-ing? when listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;8. Most dislike Beatles song: Revolution 9, although 9 is my favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have random dreams every night, and I'm beginning to get tired of those random dreams.&lt;br /&gt;10. Not creative... in a non logical way. Always see/draw things logically. Means, can be explained in Mathematical terms. But listens to random songs like I am the Walrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;- Atiqah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship between you and him?&lt;br /&gt;- Her? Friends, schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three impressions of her?&lt;br /&gt;- knows everything about you even she's not told.&lt;br /&gt;- always give second chances.&lt;br /&gt;- truthful. Tehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- I will, behead her? Nahh... I hope it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;- Ummm... Nothing, honestly. I don't usually say stuff. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristic i like about myself?&lt;br /&gt;- Random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristic i hate about myself?&lt;br /&gt;- Random.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;- PISS OFF! #$%#%^^*%$^. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your crush?&lt;br /&gt;- John Lennon!!!!!!!!%#$#^&amp;^*^%&amp;%#$%#@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this to 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. Aqilah&lt;br /&gt;2. Iwana&lt;br /&gt;3. Iwani&lt;br /&gt;4. Shazhilla&lt;br /&gt;5. Hafizah&lt;br /&gt;6. Shabrina&lt;br /&gt;7. Aniah&lt;br /&gt;8. Ain A.&lt;br /&gt;9. Michelle (Currently listening to a song called &lt;I&gt;Michelle&lt;/i&gt;...sooo...&lt;br /&gt;10. Nur Aishah bte Mohamed &lt;s&gt;Senin&lt;/s&gt; Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can really see I'm a loner. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If 5 &amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;= They are friends! They talk, you maroon! Moron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;= Huhuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhuhuhuuuu. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What colour does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;= Umm... Rainbow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say something about 8?&lt;br /&gt;= Auww! My RC buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;= LOL! Gosh... when you listen to her mimicking someone, you'll shit bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talk about 3.&lt;br /&gt;= She's like my triplet you know. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;= Mr. Monday? I mean, herself? And the first few who are listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;= Sexy... I'm not bent but umm... I'll say... EVERYBUGGY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;= Shaz... what colour do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;= No... yes? Last time I met her she wasn't. I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your relationship with 1.&lt;br /&gt;= MY BEST FRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND! Classmate. Schoolmate. Colleague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are 5 &amp; 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;= Nope. NEVER MET IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVVVES! *Scottish accent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;= Oops. I forgotten your surname. Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;= Nieya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;= Hope you like your prezzie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say something to help 9.&lt;br /&gt;= AZUL, don't watch alot of ben 10 okay? no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who do i admire?&lt;br /&gt;= I admire my mum. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;= here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;= I no like nobody. I mean, used to yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say something to 6 when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;= SHABRINA!? DALAME TK JUMPE AKU ERHHH! &gt;:( Lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;= ... Paul McCartney? Dream on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a conversation between the twins and Aqilah.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I WAITING FOR!&lt;br /&gt;LET'S JOIN THEM!&lt;br /&gt;And they really talk alot cause my MSN begins to irritate me. &lt;br /&gt;JK.&lt;br /&gt;JFK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8704083718305285419?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8704083718305285419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8704083718305285419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8704083718305285419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8704083718305285419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-gonna-give-you-up.html' title='i never gonna give you up.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-2609688896731712582</id><published>2009-01-26T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:20:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what more can i ever ask for.</title><content type='html'>Something different had happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I had DVD shopping!&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, we didn't expect that it would happen, but it just did...&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had never felt like this for such a long time!&lt;br /&gt;Never bought 3 or more DVD's at once before...&lt;br /&gt;And never watch 2 bloody good movies in a row in such a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still actually, have 2 more classic BOND movies to go!&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh... life is great.&lt;br /&gt;One, Roger Moore,&lt;br /&gt;the other...&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Dalton.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Bond.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyayai.&lt;br /&gt;But, let's save the best for the last now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, what movies I bought, one might ask?&lt;br /&gt;I bought,&lt;br /&gt;2 Bond movies,&lt;br /&gt;which are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live and Let Die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1973&lt;br /&gt;Starring Roger Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I care less about the other stars&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;I do...&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney and Wings composed/played the song.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU PAUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Licence to Kill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989&lt;br /&gt;Starring Timothy Dalton.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent, dad told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rain Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1988&lt;br /&gt;Starring, Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;That was the last movie I watched, and it was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Sheer brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, but certainly not the least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keeping Mum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;Starring, Rowan Atkinson (for the last time, it doesn't have anything to do with Mr. Bean), Kristin Scott Thomas, Maggie Smith, and the American guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good black comedy to start with.&lt;br /&gt;I just looove British humour than anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;What makes Brit humour so good:&lt;br /&gt;Not slapsticks.&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;I&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt; Original.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* &lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;I&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents are going to Johore later this night,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend my time alone watching those Bond movies...&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-2609688896731712582?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/2609688896731712582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=2609688896731712582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2609688896731712582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/2609688896731712582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-more-can-i-ever-ask-for.html' title='what more can i ever ask for.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-1074316315719910502</id><published>2009-01-25T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:53:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world was rickroll'd.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SXwujtKtBUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FsfSX8HlWU4/s1600-h/fake-moon-landing-aldrin-armonstrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295158452835648834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SXwujtKtBUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FsfSX8HlWU4/s400/fake-moon-landing-aldrin-armonstrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it's a famous picture, from the moon landings of course.&lt;br /&gt;This shows a picture of &lt;i&gt;Buzz Aldrin&lt;/i&gt; who was, well, loitering around the moon I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take notice of the shadow for instance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the shadow lays in front of Aldrin, innit?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked yourself, if the shadow was in front of Aldrin, will Aldrin's front be silhouetted?&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in this picture, he's not.&lt;br /&gt;Every possible detail of his front can be seen from this picture... clearly.&lt;br /&gt;It shows that there are different numbers/positions of lightings, basically.&lt;br /&gt;Well... the only source of light in the moon, we all know is obviously the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouh well, sorry to dissapoint you believers out there, but the moon landings in 1969, was absolutely fake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, there are lots of evidence that shows that the moon landings were a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;I just take this evidence because I like the picture that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Tehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another evidence which convinced me the it was all a hoax is...&lt;br /&gt;Why would the American flag (planted on the surface of the moon) be fluttering/waving, as if there was wind &lt;i&gt;at the moon&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody does know that there is no such air or atmosphere present in the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;This is just a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, being a science fiction arsehole, I'd already known this since I was a child...&lt;br /&gt;But until now I decided to bring this subject up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no such flag, footprints, abandoned rovers of whatever... is present up there.&lt;br /&gt;In that lonely moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask, if no man was set afoot in the moon?&lt;br /&gt;Where did the make all these hoax?&lt;br /&gt;In a bloody desert in Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;There is an area called &lt;i&gt;Area 51&lt;/i&gt;, a government area whereby no tresspassers are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the filming was done over there, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, why was the world being rickroll'd?&lt;br /&gt;Easy.&lt;br /&gt;During the Cold War, USSR (now known as Russia) and USA were having what it's called a &lt;i&gt;Space race&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Since the Soviets had launched the first satellite (Sputnik) into space, it indeed terrified the Americans almost immediately, as they felt the USSR was going to win in the Cold War.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;What NASA told themselves was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Fake it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Only 20% of Americans know that the moon landings was a hoax. *Wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;What do you get if you add a subwoofer and a cat?&lt;br /&gt;You get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmRTGRbrATs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmRTGRbrATs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-1074316315719910502?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/1074316315719910502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=1074316315719910502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1074316315719910502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/1074316315719910502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-was-rickrolld.html' title='the world was rickroll&apos;d.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SXwujtKtBUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FsfSX8HlWU4/s72-c/fake-moon-landing-aldrin-armonstrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-8117594914364254549</id><published>2009-01-25T06:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:38:20.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouh just look at the time.</title><content type='html'>Now I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my bloggie for awhile because I was busy doing something,&lt;br /&gt;which should have done since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;Specifically a bloody &lt;s&gt;grand piano&lt;/s&gt; keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely indulged in playing this instrument now.&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop me though.&lt;br /&gt;I would spent hours sitting and playing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to tell you the truth, I am a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;And, currently trying to master playing &lt;i&gt;She Said She Said&lt;/i&gt; (piano version) by &lt;i&gt;The Beatles&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah. Enough of the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;But still, although I'm a bit slow, I'll keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;Until I can use the bloody metronome finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, while I was browsing through the Malay newspaper (believe me, it's only once in a while) I saw this article that sruck me most under &lt;i&gt;World News&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What else, about P. Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people must have already heard this news before that P. Obama had shut down the &lt;i&gt;Guantanamo Bay&lt;/i&gt; in Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY someone had did something since the bloody Cold War!&lt;br /&gt;Poor Cubans... their land was used for the American's S-H-I-T-H-O-L-E: Shittol!(except for Fidel Castro, obviously. Communist faggot. USSR/Stalin/Krushev supporting bastard.)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;But, the thing that makes the whole article alot different, was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SXufyzUzOjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TIA07eW54t8/s1600-h/obama-sign-getty-8440433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295001482023877170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SXufyzUzOjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TIA07eW54t8/s400/obama-sign-getty-8440433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture.&lt;br /&gt;I had never, in my life, seen a black man, sitting on a chair,&lt;br /&gt;signing important documents...&lt;br /&gt;and being applaused by the whites who are standing &lt;i&gt;behind&lt;/i&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;Let me conclude that this is by far, the most inspirational picture I had ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Obama being the President was already an inspirational moment, not just for me, obviously for the fellow Americans too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEIL OBAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*For those who tries to correct my spelling of 'hail', don't. I'm just trying to be a German speaking wannabe who wants to spell everything in German but can't.&lt;br /&gt;Well, History students, or avid readers of World History, &lt;i&gt;*or*&lt;/i&gt; people who just watches WW2 films for leisure, should know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Guantanamo Bay...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me have this sudden urge of watching an-Al Pacino film.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;i&gt;Scarface&lt;/i&gt; for instance.&lt;br /&gt;But #$^&amp;! I do not own &lt;I&gt;Scarface&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Blast.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. At least I have &lt;I&gt;Godfather&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-8117594914364254549?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/8117594914364254549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=8117594914364254549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8117594914364254549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/8117594914364254549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouh-just-look-at-time.html' title='ouh just look at the time.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SXufyzUzOjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TIA07eW54t8/s72-c/obama-sign-getty-8440433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29250476.post-9020721781815374326</id><published>2009-01-23T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:52:19.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hail boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though they're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i believe in yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. The twins should have known this song,&lt;br /&gt;when I played it in their keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I dropped by at twins' house.&lt;br /&gt;Just to add a little sunshine in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun really, especially on Wana's silliness when she keeps changing the tunes of the keyboard, pressing it, playing it as if she was Mozart or something.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I said before,&lt;br /&gt;it's good to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, mum called and she said she's leaving the office quite early today.&lt;br /&gt;That's wonderful, because she decided to take me out of this treacherous house.&lt;br /&gt;Agian, I was kidding on that.&lt;br /&gt;At least there are no... &lt;i&gt;drunk monsters&lt;/i&gt; in my house to be frightened of.&lt;br /&gt;Tehee.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, and Qil had found me, and also herself a new job!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a busy body.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, Qil wanted to find a job for herself,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an extra... parasite who jumps to any opportunity I can get.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, not exactly found a job,&lt;br /&gt;just decided on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to put it here, because there is no 100% chance of getting this job.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write here when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh dear, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in black and i'm feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of him and so she dresses in black,&lt;br /&gt;And though he'll never come back, she's dressed in black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in black and i'm feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;I think of her, but she only thinks of him,&lt;br /&gt;And though it's only a whim, she thinks of him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how long will it take,&lt;br /&gt;Till she sees the mistake she has made?&lt;br /&gt;Dear what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in black and i'm feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh how long it will take,&lt;br /&gt;Till she sees the mistake she has made?&lt;br /&gt;Dear what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in black and i'm feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of him and so she dresses in black,&lt;br /&gt;And though he'll never come back, she's dressed in black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in black and i'm feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, oh what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in Black,&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29250476-9020721781815374326?l=communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/feeds/9020721781815374326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29250476&amp;postID=9020721781815374326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/9020721781815374326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29250476/posts/default/9020721781815374326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://communication-breakdown09.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail-boredom.html' title='hail boredom.'/><author><name>Aishah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307938199940638943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2zCDJGk9X20/SingtOwOcQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0cCnswg8Bqw/S220/Abbey+Road.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
