<?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-5692451045394225951</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:06:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapir Teases</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4363257191918690179</id><published>2009-10-05T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:02:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson says..</title><content type='html'>ru says: (10:04:44 PM)&lt;br /&gt;eh "eyebrows are the nipples of the face" yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (10:04:56 PM)&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (10:04:57 PM)&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (10:05:05 PM)&lt;br /&gt;pimples are the nipples of the face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4363257191918690179?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4363257191918690179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/10/wilson-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4363257191918690179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4363257191918690179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/10/wilson-says.html' title='Wilson says..'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8866740422646320915</id><published>2009-09-13T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:25:04.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear brother and ah beng friends,</title><content type='html'>I honestly can't be bothered to give you kids anymore chances to prove that you are worth my time. I was never born to please you and if you don't have the balls to handle it, just turn away and walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I shall await the day you boys finally reach SOME point of maturity and realise that gaining height with blowdry-till-dead hair will NOT bring you closer to a heaven of females and that NOT all girls are as mild-tempered, sweet, spoilt and innocent as those lalas you hang around with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, failing Sejarah for your SPM trials is beyond lame. &lt;i&gt;"Sejarah is so hard!"&lt;/i&gt; Get over it. Even your father doesn't believe you. You NEVER read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo your &lt;i&gt;"your sister so beautiful but attitude so bad haih" sister :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8866740422646320915?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8866740422646320915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-brother-and-ah-beng-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8866740422646320915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8866740422646320915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-brother-and-ah-beng-friends.html' title='Dear brother and ah beng friends,'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7765036591420253234</id><published>2009-09-12T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:44:07.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ&gt;PAVILLION&gt;KL&gt;PJ&gt;SA&gt;MVM&gt;BANGSAR&gt;SA</title><content type='html'>After a full day out on only 3 hours' worth of sleep the previous night.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sqp-HxzhF8I/AAAAAAAAC9s/WGTEo4qAWqI/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sqp-HxzhF8I/AAAAAAAAC9s/WGTEo4qAWqI/s400/hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380251376941078466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7765036591420253234?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7765036591420253234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/pjpavillionklpjsamvmbangsarsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7765036591420253234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7765036591420253234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/pjpavillionklpjsamvmbangsarsa.html' title='PJ&gt;PAVILLION&gt;KL&gt;PJ&gt;SA&gt;MVM&gt;BANGSAR&gt;SA'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sqp-HxzhF8I/AAAAAAAAC9s/WGTEo4qAWqI/s72-c/hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2072061164760011110</id><published>2009-09-11T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:11:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH? WHO?</title><content type='html'>Unknown caller: Hi, can I speak to Mrs. Torres please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *LONGblank*... urm. Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown caller: This is Geoffrey lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *STILLblank*.. Oh, sup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert party details here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Btw, it's Mrs Alonso. That's why I didn't get the Torres thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________________-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was weird. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2072061164760011110?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2072061164760011110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/huh-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2072061164760011110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2072061164760011110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/huh-who.html' title='HUH? WHO?'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2167174813130972032</id><published>2009-09-10T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:20:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't fucking care that you're a datuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go saw your Porsches into half if you're having a middle-age crisis you dimwit! No one freaking looks at an old man in those sports cars anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave OUR trees alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fucking pipes run downwards not sideways. Trees take DECADES to grow but your brain is probably made out of so much fart you don't care. The weather's already noticeably warmer thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2167174813130972032?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2167174813130972032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-fucking-care-that-youre-datuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2167174813130972032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2167174813130972032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-fucking-care-that-youre-datuk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-261825673396578918</id><published>2009-09-09T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:19:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie a Pressie from Jordy!</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Kazakhstan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqaR8VO7rMI/AAAAAAAAC9k/xpaQn_DSolQ/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqaR8VO7rMI/AAAAAAAAC9k/xpaQn_DSolQ/s400/Photo+81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147270618590402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a double hump Bactrian Camel!!! Two humps wei. It also carries two sacks which I will fill with my baby 8A pencils. ^^ Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fur freaks me out though. It's too soft to be fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-261825673396578918?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/261825673396578918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/lookie-pressie-from-jordy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/261825673396578918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/261825673396578918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/lookie-pressie-from-jordy.html' title='Lookie a Pressie from Jordy!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqaR8VO7rMI/AAAAAAAAC9k/xpaQn_DSolQ/s72-c/Photo+81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6794878184828670444</id><published>2009-09-07T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:47:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook people.</title><content type='html'>Have some sense of cyber civic conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T PUBLISH THOSE DAMNED FANCHECK RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6794878184828670444?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6794878184828670444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6794878184828670444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6794878184828670444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-people.html' title='Facebook people.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8440421051959517381</id><published>2009-09-07T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:20:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old sketches</title><content type='html'>I have yet to finish these! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqS0AixldHI/AAAAAAAAC9U/BovEqmqmSiI/s1600-h/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqS0AixldHI/AAAAAAAAC9U/BovEqmqmSiI/s400/lala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378621776414995570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l-r: Nami, Deebs, Ducky and Suki. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8440421051959517381?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8440421051959517381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-sketches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8440421051959517381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8440421051959517381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-sketches.html' title='Old sketches'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqS0AixldHI/AAAAAAAAC9U/BovEqmqmSiI/s72-c/lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6679060354486108348</id><published>2009-09-07T02:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:40:44.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired.</title><content type='html'>Swallowing bitter pills for the couple of seconds isn't really that bad when what you get in return is much, much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Layers of lies just seem to fold, this kind of life is all I know."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With the good, comes the bad as well. This topic came into mind when we were discussing about working in a dance team that is a &lt;i&gt;potpourri of different personalities&lt;/i&gt;. You have got to give and take when you're dealing with people be it family, friends or even random strangers on the streets. No one's perfect. Never let the hate get to you. When it does- mull in the good hour of hatred and then make a conscious effort to weigh out the circumstances in better frame of mind. Payback's a bitch so if you are in the mood to thrash, just be prepared to get it twice as hard. As a firm believer and victim/benefactor of Karma- I always am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Murder wears a friendly smile, like the perfect end in a plastic vial, no pain."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that most content of this post stems from an observer's point of view- not someone who's dealing with it. Sometimes, I find that in taking a back seat, you do get to see a clearer view of things and have a better realisation on whether what you're doing is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Can't put my mind at ease with the words I say, trying to get myself to get out of my way."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that nobody's unworthy of anybody's time. I mean, say even if they are the biggest losers on earth- a good few seconds would be enough to teach you something about human nature right? Don't preconceive notions as well. That I tend to do, unconsciously, mind you, a couple of times when my brain starts getting a tad bit too creative for my own liking. I'd always end up eating my own words. Unless, of course- I was expecting the person to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Birds in the trees, just make me depressed."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met so many good people who unfortunately, put themselves so high on a pedestal and refuses to be proven wrong. They are the ones who've made too many compromises and believes that it is their right to do so. So far- they are the people I find the toughest to deal with. How exactly do you reason with someone so noble? They make every word you say sound like a bull's fart- even if you are right and they are wrong. You are the child, you are the inexperienced one, you are the naive one. They are so tough they do not need you. Your presence makes no difference to their life because they can always stride on without you- but you can't. Cue to bitter pill and making amends for faults that aren't necessarily yours. It's tough but someone's got to do it. As long as things improve- it's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Seeing sunny skies, feeling emptiness..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the kind of people who shines like the daisies. I know only two people in this category and I really, really treasure them as my best friends. Their personality is flawless. They are the ray of sunshine, the epitome of generosity and no one oozes more positivity compared to them. They don't complain about anything, in fact- they seem to love everything! I envy these people. There are even times I feel so undeserving of their friendship and that I can never be just as good to them as they were to me. You can point this out- but they can't help it. Being nice is in their nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One more nickel dime I'm out the door, this kind of life I can't afford."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people deal with me though? I am quite sure that different people have their very own ways of bringing the best and making their worst out of me. I just hope I was born a character colourful enough to add something worthwhile to their life lessons be it on the positive or the negative end of the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQ-8L_UsmM8&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/LQ-8L_UsmM8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;br /&gt;Definitely the strongest song in the album 'Underneath'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6679060354486108348?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6679060354486108348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6679060354486108348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6679060354486108348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html' title='Inspired.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6480820651388735505</id><published>2009-09-06T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:42:04.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>No plans. Do not intend to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST. FINISH. DESIGN. VISUALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and complete the print ad layouts as well. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, why, printer... why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6480820651388735505?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6480820651388735505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6480820651388735505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6480820651388735505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-170876301949065977</id><published>2009-09-06T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:41:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights fights fights</title><content type='html'>If you have a problem with me being your daughter just say it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't have to try so fcking hard to please you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-170876301949065977?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/170876301949065977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/fights-fights-fights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/170876301949065977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/170876301949065977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/fights-fights-fights.html' title='Fights fights fights'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5385362557400473920</id><published>2009-09-06T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:00:17.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Time of the year again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqNr0xOs1_I/AAAAAAAAC9M/7Rge0ZxHh6g/s1600-h/argh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqNr0xOs1_I/AAAAAAAAC9M/7Rge0ZxHh6g/s400/argh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378260934322870258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the Hokkien Association's temple again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dao- you know why!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5385362557400473920?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5385362557400473920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5385362557400473920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5385362557400473920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s the Time of the year again'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqNr0xOs1_I/AAAAAAAAC9M/7Rge0ZxHh6g/s72-c/argh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4359625326305164902</id><published>2009-09-05T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:33:07.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desa Park City</title><content type='html'>Hwai Jing and I met up at Suki's earlier. Pn Koo came over and brought us to Desa Park City for dinner. Yum yum! Some people may find it weird to have dinner with their former Geography teacher but Pn Koo was a kick-ass Ed Board supervisor k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me just giving the new 2GB card a test run. Never realised how big my nose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKD_5qGv9I/AAAAAAAAC9E/gq5p-FIgpko/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKD_5qGv9I/AAAAAAAAC9E/gq5p-FIgpko/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378006038866214866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Koo and Suki at Kay's Garden.. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKDr3mBnTI/AAAAAAAAC88/ofEBx1VHY-s/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKDr3mBnTI/AAAAAAAAC88/ofEBx1VHY-s/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005694714846514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My food! Tom Yum Rice with Fried Chicken.. can't remember what's it called exactly. A tad bit too salty but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKDrRy7_xI/AAAAAAAAC80/STECy3IUrFA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKDrRy7_xI/AAAAAAAAC80/STECy3IUrFA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005684568456978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4359625326305164902?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4359625326305164902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/desa-park-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4359625326305164902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4359625326305164902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/desa-park-city.html' title='Desa Park City'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SqKD_5qGv9I/AAAAAAAAC9E/gq5p-FIgpko/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4027824540553030002</id><published>2009-09-04T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:59:57.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishes, Eagles and urm.... cats?</title><content type='html'>Over 2000 search results for &lt;i&gt;cats, sexy cats, cats jumping, studio cats, cats that are not fat, dancing cats, ferocious cats&lt;/i&gt;... and I am still stuck. Oih. Will probably need to catnap one off the streets by force if I don't find another replacement soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was mundane today since he was left with no obligation to teach us from last week onwards. Left with Alisya after 30 minutes in the room. Meh. I was going to show him my progress but when he gave Alisya the typical &lt;i&gt;"very good...but.."&lt;/i&gt; comment, I changed my mind! Can't risk being fickle-minded at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Launch Ad&lt;br /&gt;3 Print Ad&lt;br /&gt;1 Brochure&lt;br /&gt;1 Flyer&lt;br /&gt;1 Price List&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Buntings&lt;br /&gt;Membership Kit&lt;br /&gt;Vehicular Ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE 12TH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4027824540553030002?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4027824540553030002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishes-eagles-and-urm-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4027824540553030002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4027824540553030002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishes-eagles-and-urm-cats.html' title='Fishes, Eagles and urm.... cats?'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2252677250324297353</id><published>2009-09-03T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:34:38.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora!</title><content type='html'>AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp_Fv8J8PsI/AAAAAAAAC8k/lae-gI6a-GQ/s1600-h/nandonora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp_Fv8J8PsI/AAAAAAAAC8k/lae-gI6a-GQ/s400/nandonora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377233907496009410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point arguing whose looks the little girl inherited cause both her parents look alike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2252677250324297353?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2252677250324297353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/nora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2252677250324297353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2252677250324297353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/nora.html' title='Nora!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp_Fv8J8PsI/AAAAAAAAC8k/lae-gI6a-GQ/s72-c/nandonora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2120979808252722556</id><published>2009-09-03T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:55:46.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though its breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;Thats the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying? &lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, whats the use of crying? &lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp-RwQXtfFI/AAAAAAAAC8c/EtP6MA0Grds/s1600-h/15961125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp-RwQXtfFI/AAAAAAAAC8c/EtP6MA0Grds/s400/15961125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377176738317827154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is September after all! List of birthday babies coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WilsonShashaFyeRayAllanSookieJordanIVeeTashaJan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2120979808252722556?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2120979808252722556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2120979808252722556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2120979808252722556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html' title='SMILE!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp-RwQXtfFI/AAAAAAAAC8c/EtP6MA0Grds/s72-c/15961125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6883960274151807714</id><published>2009-09-03T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:03:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorian Gray</title><content type='html'>One of the films I've been waiting for this year- &lt;b&gt;Dorian Gray&lt;/b&gt;. Stars Ben Barnes, Colin Firth and Rebecca Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A_srGVBk4E&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/2A_srGVBk4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;br /&gt;..and a clip off the movie. Ben Barnes looking perfect as usual. Acting chops still a bit doubtful but we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0c2DYxNFZY&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/y0c2DYxNFZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6883960274151807714?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6883960274151807714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/dorian-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6883960274151807714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6883960274151807714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/dorian-gray.html' title='Dorian Gray'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2692612857138552241</id><published>2009-09-03T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:41:16.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Driven like never before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to do my bloody ads. The faster I am done with them, the earlier I can have some peace! C'mon Ru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as I was falling asleep, I gave the subject of PJCAD's graduation ceremony quite some thought. I think yeah, sure- have it in April as long as I am presented with my certificate earlier. Why was I so worked up over this stupid grad thing anyway? Do I really want to be put on a pedestal with the rest of them? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincai lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2692612857138552241?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2692612857138552241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2692612857138552241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2692612857138552241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8171642578673281087</id><published>2009-09-03T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:23:49.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in Dali</title><content type='html'>Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I drowned in a sea of Dali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcisstic he was&lt;br /&gt;Being a genius of sorts&lt;br /&gt;Only made it worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heel shoes for hats&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring&lt;br /&gt;Your lobster is vibrating&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Tension is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandelion Lady&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly bare&lt;br /&gt;Let love cover you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I drowned in a sea of Dali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes &lt;br /&gt;Watch you, devour you...&lt;br /&gt;As you glide from painting to painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold heart &lt;br /&gt;Ruby Encrusted&lt;br /&gt;Beat louder for me...&lt;br /&gt;Beat faster for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants&lt;br /&gt;Andalusian Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Spectral Cows&lt;br /&gt;One heck of a farm, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end the night with this. Dali and surrealism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8171642578673281087?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8171642578673281087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/drowning-in-dali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8171642578673281087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8171642578673281087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/drowning-in-dali.html' title='Drowning in Dali'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2104875607295406947</id><published>2009-09-03T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:36:31.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't work just as hard. I never started out with nothing. I started out with everything. I got the money, the tools, the scholarship and all that jazz. Doesn't mean it's been easy fighting for what I want. I am always trying to match my results to what I've been given all along. Isn't that good enough? Have I ever taken whatever I was gifted with for granted to the point where I would be happy with just as pass? I should have fucking left the fucking college instead of taking all this crap from aSir and doing nothing but threatening to boycott every day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant that it is WRONG to celebrate hard work but it's merely the fact that it's not my kind of scene. I don't disagree with it- I just don't like it. The money is there, the results are there, your conscience gives you a pat on the back- it's satisfaction enough for me. Fair enough some people worked hard enough to deserve all the glamor. That is why Advertising is not my scene. I don't hate it. It's been misunderstood for way too long. I do NOT abhor the advertising industry. The term &lt;i&gt;"Pei Ru hates advertising"&lt;/i&gt; is derived from the situation when the college has forced upon me all these advertising-related projects that I couldn't comprehend with. It's an issue of me not liking what the college is teaching me, not the fact that I find Advertising relying solely on bullshit in the working world. It's the stupid class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not blind. I am not filled with so much rage that I can't see through the shits the collective effort and teamwork put into an idea. I see so much brilliance in Advertising. I admire their ideas that is why I initially beared with the fact that yeah, cenfad lacked that and PJCAD can give it to me. Unfortunately, all the muck that PJCAD has thrown into the 'future potentials' of the industry just made it look so commercial to me. It's just depressing. Passion, what passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me, I never worked hard in my life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera. Notions are notions. Slight improvements on this issue won't make me that much happier anyway. Deep breaths and poof! It's no longer something worth talking about anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2104875607295406947?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2104875607295406947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2104875607295406947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2104875607295406947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4668534180086850300</id><published>2009-09-03T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:34:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash your eyes. There's a lot of swearing going on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Dear PJCAD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a flying fuck about your fucking anniversary and I don't even give a donkey's ass about the fucking convocation I just want my fucking cert and leave the fucking college already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even talk to the freaking junior students nor have I been associated with them in any way so the idea of delaying our fucking graduation ceremony to share with them on freaking April is total garbage! I FINISH ON FUCKING SEPTEMBER. I WANT OUT! Problems with budget? FUCK THAT EXCUSE LA WE PAID YOU A GOOD &lt;b&gt;RM500 EACH&lt;/b&gt; and from what I know- that entitles only ONE parent and additional guests are required to foot RM180 each! It's OUR day, it's OUR results, OUR money, OUR time so we deserve to have it on OUR OWN FUCKING DAY. I don't want my fucking grad ceremony in KLPAC nor do I have any reason to share the joy of getting a certificate with an empty portfolio with any dick-heads. Half my classmates included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a fucking brain already. This whole merge with INTI is total claptrap. It's fucking commercialism at it's best. Clearly the finance department thinks that we don't have brains of our own. Instead of giving my class of graduates a ceremony of their own, they are blasting a quarter of a million on fucking iMacs which the students don't even know how to fully appreciate and installing the most annoying security systems that NEVER failed to disturb the peace of the college to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck PJCAD. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i just broke my mouse after slamming it on the table due to extreme anger. aaaaaaaaargh!@£$%^&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4668534180086850300?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4668534180086850300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/wash-your-eyes-theres-lot-of-swearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4668534180086850300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4668534180086850300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/wash-your-eyes-theres-lot-of-swearing.html' title='Wash your eyes. There&apos;s a lot of swearing going on.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5705801424421404684</id><published>2009-09-03T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:34:26.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint.</title><content type='html'>Best get me something that isn't flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp6sf4nu-1I/AAAAAAAAC8U/mumigs5VP6w/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp6sf4nu-1I/AAAAAAAAC8U/mumigs5VP6w/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376924668901915474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka Gaspard Ulliel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5705801424421404684?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5705801424421404684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/hint_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5705801424421404684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5705801424421404684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/hint_03.html' title='Hint.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp6sf4nu-1I/AAAAAAAAC8U/mumigs5VP6w/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7382850151007673185</id><published>2009-09-03T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:47:16.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling pampered! Thanks Suki!</title><content type='html'>Stupid mock assessment. Byebye potential client!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a pretty swell day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sped my way to meet Suki in the morning. We went to FIR Wellness for a sauna session and a full body massage. Her treat ladeedadah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauna thing was little creepy. Stripping completely naked and enduring 33 minutes of hot, sweaty solitude in a personal cabin was less exciting than 30 minutes worth of cardio exercise on my usual Sunday mornings. I got bored and started touching the panels and steel locks to test how safe they are in heat. They stayed cool all the while. Interesting! We then headed off for the full body massage which was very nice. I enjoyed the facial massage the most. Never realised how tense my face was. The moment she massaged my forehead I was going... OMFG WOW. I AM OLD... or stressed... or something along those lines. My shoulders were being stubborn as usual but they loosened up a little. My dead as ever calves felt nothing but my left butt cheek seems to be more sensitive than the right. Why ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum then treated us for lunch at Old Town White Coffee after a cup of ginger tea. Headed back to her house to watch half of Hercules and googled up the names of Pokemons. That's what you get for not planning post-therapy sessions! We shared a cake and some Baskin-Robbins after that. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went home at around 5pm...... and dreamt of flying piggies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7382850151007673185?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7382850151007673185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-mock-assessment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7382850151007673185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7382850151007673185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-mock-assessment.html' title='Feeling pampered! Thanks Suki!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7004114548983041668</id><published>2009-09-02T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:23:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bras.</title><content type='html'>I f*cking hate bras, unless Vicky B is out exposing her nipples through a sheer top to the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brassiere, commonly known as a 'bra' is a piece of clothing that was designed to provide cover, support, elevation, and in cases for the less-endowed, artificial bulk for the breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp1zj9FZCcI/AAAAAAAAC78/6SIummQzt5Y/s1600-h/ico_brassiere.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp1zj9FZCcI/AAAAAAAAC78/6SIummQzt5Y/s400/ico_brassiere.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376580591680031170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The existence of the bra can be traced back to as early as the Minoan civilisation era where female athletes were depicted to be wearing bikini-like garments. The domination of corsets then came into the picture in the 1500s' which provides women with both elevation of the breasts and a slender waistline. Functionality then kicked in and the brassiere made a comeback as the preferred choice of undergarment in the 1940s'. Manufacture and sale of the brassiere is now a multi-billion dollar industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several types of bras to accommodate different activities of a woman's daily life. The sports bra to give restrain during exercise, the training bra for those who are in early stages of development, the nursing bra for post-pregnancy use or even the push-up bras to enhance cleavage. All these on top of the current trend of undergarment fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern bra usually comprises of two cups held together by a centre panel with a band running around the torso below the bust and the optional shoulder straps. Depending on the functionality of the bra, the fabric may vary from cotton to spandex or even lace. The cups may be supported by an underwire made of metal or just purely relying on the straps themselves. They are typically fastened at the back with hooks on the band, while some have them in front. Some bras such as those used for sport-purposes don't usually come with any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find bras very annoying. Yes they do serve their practical purposes but honestly, there are times when I find them to be a major restriction to the upper body. How would you like walking around with a band below your chest or making a conscious effort to pull up the straps every time they are on the verge of falling? The truth is however, that women with big boobs are most likely to suffer from ptosis or any other pains without the support of a bra. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp10miNR6pI/AAAAAAAAC8E/lTDcovpFCZk/s1600-h/look_ma_no_bra_tshirt-p2357539792000932863do8_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp10miNR6pI/AAAAAAAAC8E/lTDcovpFCZk/s400/look_ma_no_bra_tshirt-p2357539792000932863do8_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376581735516596882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that busty so I don't really find the need to wear one. I have no intention of crossing the sexually-provocative line. Unfortunately, majority of the Malaysian society deems strolling down the street bra-less to be quite inappropriate. They may not notice at first- but when they do, there are some who'd make a big hoohah about it. What a shame. It's no longer an issue of functionality, it has now become a mostly indispensable piece of garment because of social expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7004114548983041668?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7004114548983041668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/bras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7004114548983041668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7004114548983041668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/bras.html' title='Bras.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sp1zj9FZCcI/AAAAAAAAC78/6SIummQzt5Y/s72-c/ico_brassiere.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8364141897090399275</id><published>2009-09-02T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:21:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binging</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to stop binging. It's alright if I still had my past-midnight dance practices but I don't! My stomach keeps on grumbling and well, I am gritting my teeth as I am typing this blog! AAAAAAAARGH. Need to lose the baby fats by the end of the year, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be skipping class tomorrow again. I'll be off for a body massage session with Suki in the morning! All these years of intense shoulder aches which she tries to soothe must have told her what I really like. It's her treat! So nice T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Suki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I am getting really frustrated with this really, disgusting bruise on my left hip which refuses to go away. It doesn't hurt at all! I tried applying yellow balm on it but it just makes the spot itchier than ever! GAAAAAAAAAAH. GO AWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8364141897090399275?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8364141897090399275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/binging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8364141897090399275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8364141897090399275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/binging.html' title='Binging'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6845025002137384789</id><published>2009-09-01T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:06:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still suing Disney someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Dreams in which you see yourself kissing a person you like usually bear a positive significance and stand for bonding, affection, harmony, joy and happiness. Such dreams in which you enjoy kissing someone are most of the times reflective of your own feelings or of situations in the waking life - you may feel the need to receive affection and have someone to share good and bad times with, you may love someone in the waking life whom you want to conquest or with whom you already have a relationship etc. On the other hand, pleasant dreams like this may be brought about by a state of emotional balance and general equilibrium one has achieved in his waking life."&lt;/i&gt; from http://www.inoutstar.com/dream-interpretation/kiss-340.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From Tasha's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well, you'd know that I rarely dream of situations. It's always just random things spinning round and round like Alice falling through a very long tunnel while miscellaneous objects spin past her. Surprisingly, I had a very, very rare dream which involved a teensy weensy bit of love yesterday. No kisses though. What does THAT mean? I have a very low need for affection? LMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6845025002137384789?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6845025002137384789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-still-suing-disney-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6845025002137384789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6845025002137384789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-still-suing-disney-someday.html' title='I am still suing Disney someday'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8969753928605889768</id><published>2009-09-01T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:46:10.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a picture of the celebration that took place after Liverpool conquered Europe for the 5th time in year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spw0hPneukI/AAAAAAAAC70/ETIHkKaSB9U/s1600-h/n692231568_1417247_4057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spw0hPneukI/AAAAAAAAC70/ETIHkKaSB9U/s400/n692231568_1417247_4057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229800905980482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching video footage of fans waiting on the elevated highways, trying to catch a glimpse of the victory bus. Some perched on top of gates, shop lots, buildings and some even managed to climb a few sets of traffic lights. It looked so surreal. A celebration untainted by complacency. No one took it for granted. It was pure joy throughout the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people really deserve a much bigger celebration when the 19th arrives. Till then, the yanks will never earn my respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8969753928605889768?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8969753928605889768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-picture-of-celebration-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8969753928605889768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8969753928605889768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-picture-of-celebration-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spw0hPneukI/AAAAAAAAC70/ETIHkKaSB9U/s72-c/n692231568_1417247_4057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7234094249851373485</id><published>2009-09-01T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:14:38.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>If it so happens that the final decision boils down to that- will I finally be in a position where you can honestly just let me be? Leave me alone. Stop the fights. Stop weighing me down with the fake facades and escape this paradoxical life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do your reputation no further harm but will you give me your word that you won't weigh every little thing against me? I don't want to lie to people anymore. Enough people have suffered from what you've done. Greed, selfishness, money, the glamour.. all these things you crave but you don't know how it works. What sick sort of satisfaction can you get from watching the misery of other people as you try to get to the top? Is it that much fun to look down on people? To think that you're better off than them when the truth is that they enjoy their lives so much more than you ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mere weakling, I was lied to enough to be fooled into believing that I was never required to take such measures. Thus, I'll be finding the strength in me to execute the plans. It's gonna be hard, I know I am going to fall many times and I know I am going to be shrugged off by others as potentially stupid in the head... but it sure beats this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7234094249851373485?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7234094249851373485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7234094249851373485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7234094249851373485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5779841919307214018</id><published>2009-08-31T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:37:57.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Happy Indeed</title><content type='html'>My cousin brother brought me out today. Supposed to accompany him shopping but he couldn't find anything suitable. Instead, he treated me to lunch at Shabu-shabu. Never tried it but it was pretty enjoyable. Did a lot of bitching and venting in the process but it felt so good to be able to come clean and have a good detox about all these personal issues. He then got me an early birthday pressie from Iora. It's this really simple yet beautiful dirty-pink bag. He even insisted on getting me a chained necklace to go with it because my lack of fashion sense annoys the crap out of him. Oh. :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpvD6nSlZHI/AAAAAAAAC7s/OODKEbcaoys/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpvD6nSlZHI/AAAAAAAAC7s/OODKEbcaoys/s400/bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376105991943578738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day at Wong Kok Char Chan Teng and believe it or not, I didn't even know there was one in OU all along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I feel so pampered! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5779841919307214018?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5779841919307214018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-happy-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5779841919307214018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5779841919307214018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-happy-indeed.html' title='Very Happy Indeed'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpvD6nSlZHI/AAAAAAAAC7s/OODKEbcaoys/s72-c/bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2003014696727456792</id><published>2009-08-31T03:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:34:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Crystal Dancesport Champonships</title><content type='html'>Wow, just got back from Shangri-La not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Sze and I-Vee's hair and make-up artist for the night. Thank goodness I know how to handle a brush! Miss B snuck me in to the events as her assistant. (We are talking about a good hundred bucks' worth of ticket here!) I hid myself at the music booth most of the time but I found myself handing out medals to the Latin winners at one point and put in this very uncomfortable situation of managing the music when the DJ wasn't around. Now, THAT was scary. Especially with L breathing down my neck! We were so relieved when G got back in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom part of the event was a bit subdued before dinner was served. Since I was snuck in, I had to watch them devour their 8-course meal. The smell of food was making my stomach growl. So, I immediately left the ballroom after the Line Dance events were done with. &lt;b&gt;I-Vee finished 8th while Sze managed a podium-worthy 3rd!&lt;/b&gt; Congrats! We planned to head out for dinner but got sounded by Miss B for potentially missing the professional latin/ballroom events. She threatened to knock our heads together if we missed it so yeah. We walked across to KFC for a take-away dinner. Sze belanja! Yay! 3 slices of Gardenia Butterscotch bread isn't enough to last us from 1pm till a good 10.30pm! The event ended sometime around 2am btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SprfJdIMj3I/AAAAAAAAC7k/ZyZ-dLrMANc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SprfJdIMj3I/AAAAAAAAC7k/ZyZ-dLrMANc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375854458750930802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking around the changing rooms- I noticed this REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, perfect looking guy! I mean, perfect as in old-school perfect! You know those actors who play uncredited roles as evil Nazis in the old school 'La Vita e Bella' or 'Sound of Music' movies?! Piercing blue eyes, the sleek golden hair, strong jaw, scandinavian cheekbones and the perfect nose? Hell yeah! All you need is just one glance to register the beauty of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that having such beautiful exteriors would be the most perfection a human being can be gifted with- I seriously thought he was going to &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt; in the professional ballroom event (yeah yeah a bit unprofessional of me but such direct thoughts do pop up in my head) till Sze pointed out that they've already made it THIS far so it wasn't really possible. She was darn right. The couple were so good they set the floor ablaze. His partner's dress was so gorgeous! The design wasn't as elaborate as the rest of the ladies' but the combination of  the way the black fabric moved and the gold sequins effortlessly catching the light was perfect! They were so much more synchronised than the rest and gee... who knew I'd actually enjoy such flat music? Thanks to google, I found out that Aleksandr (oh yes I knew it was spelt that way. Go me! ^^) and Irina are ranked 15th in the world. No wonder! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was so flustered and distracted by such perfection *lesighoooihhhaihcoughs*, I asked Sze to help me snap pics of the couple. On top of that, we did some mental calculation on how to dock points off Mr. Gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing 195 with 159 (or something like that) &lt;b&gt;-1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for the prize presentation &lt;b&gt;-2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken english &lt;b&gt;-0.5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not photogenic at all ahh what a waste &lt;b&gt;-1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his pants off without shame even though we were in the room &lt;b&gt;+10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the process, exposing well-shaped but extremely fair thighs... eh &lt;b&gt;-1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax lah I am not crazy. Like you would resist using your peripherals when the cross of Dolph Lundgren, Dirk Kuyt and Gabriel Aubrey is taking his shirt off in the vicinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is a couple representing Taiwan. Their latin dances were extremely pleasant to watch and definitely deserved first place! On the right is the power couple of ballroom &lt;b&gt;Aleksandr&lt;/b&gt; (CLICK TO ZOOM CLICK TO ZOOM! or at least google!) and Irina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpreCFZtomI/AAAAAAAAC7c/BoZaVliH3n0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpreCFZtomI/AAAAAAAAC7c/BoZaVliH3n0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375853232611238498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the event was really fun and I definitely enjoyed all the dances that were performed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2003014696727456792?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2003014696727456792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/7th-crystal-dancesport-champonships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2003014696727456792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2003014696727456792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/7th-crystal-dancesport-champonships.html' title='7th Crystal Dancesport Champonships'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SprfJdIMj3I/AAAAAAAAC7k/ZyZ-dLrMANc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-1799311039780890408</id><published>2009-08-30T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:24:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolton 2-3 Liverpool</title><content type='html'>Good job, boys. Luck was on our side but the players worked as hard as they did against Villa so it was pleasant to see ourselves grabbing a win. I was hoping for more sparks of creativity but I guess we will really have to wait till Aquilani recovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, check out &lt;a href="www.zyenhoo.com"&gt;Sze's site&lt;/a&gt; to know more about what boiled down at today's dance comp. In addition to 3rd place for team, I got into the semi-finals for the Individual Newcomer Open before getting kicked out along with Kit! Still quite vexed that the organiser had put in their own students who already ranked 1st, 2nd and final placings in the previous competition for the same category. Totally against the rules but hey, the venue experienced two power failures and ran out of lunch pack to distract the audience! It was hot, hot, hot so I didn't have the time to punch myself in the face. Haha! We saw some pretty cool dances though. The Melaka team that Miss B trained did an awesome job. I couldn't stop cheering for them. G-force was doing their usual thing so urm.. energy levels aside, it gpt a bit boring. The one in the modern jazz was pretty cool and the showcase performances were fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, much thanks to the members of Diverse Habitat. Not the results that we were hoping for but at least we had plenty of fun doing it! Here's to the next competition! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-1799311039780890408?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/1799311039780890408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/bolton-2-3-liverpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/1799311039780890408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/1799311039780890408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/bolton-2-3-liverpool.html' title='Bolton 2-3 Liverpool'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-3833845358499004933</id><published>2009-08-28T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:31:32.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusa?!</title><content type='html'>Attended Sheng's farewell lunch today with the Chimera gang. They wanted to have dinner at Sunway but yours truly had such terrible sense of direction she couldn't remember how to get there at all! So yeah, lunch at Chilli's, BSC it is then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpewoCYyYaI/AAAAAAAAC7E/MjyDEytTQFc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpewoCYyYaI/AAAAAAAAC7E/MjyDEytTQFc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958882172068258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spewnv4SdZI/AAAAAAAAC68/Bmm6MfUKjs8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spewnv4SdZI/AAAAAAAAC68/Bmm6MfUKjs8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958877203920274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spewo-UJF-I/AAAAAAAAC7M/E5KepoTNO_4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Spewo-UJF-I/AAAAAAAAC7M/E5KepoTNO_4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958898258712546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then I got my hair set for tomorrow's competition. I looked like a bad cross between Medusa, Fran Fine and well, Mary. Anyone got a flock of sheep for me to herd? Mum bailed on me so I had to pay for the 'do myself and Christopher had to bring my car over. It took him quite a while so standing there was very uncomfortable. Throw in my neon purple leggings- I looked like a freakin' hooker in that run down part of OUG. Thank goodness I had a pair of shades to hide my face. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpewpMrwCzI/AAAAAAAAC7U/gJlSbAPqtJI/s1600-h/Photo+84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpewpMrwCzI/AAAAAAAAC7U/gJlSbAPqtJI/s400/Photo+84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958902115830578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-3833845358499004933?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3833845358499004933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/medusa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3833845358499004933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3833845358499004933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/medusa.html' title='Medusa?!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpewoCYyYaI/AAAAAAAAC7E/MjyDEytTQFc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8077755460632170405</id><published>2009-08-27T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:28:01.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly smelly.</title><content type='html'>Those Freedom dancesneakers are really comfortable but I realised a couple of things after wearing them for the past month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can feel the ridges protruding from the bottom of the shoe.&lt;br /&gt;2. They are like socks. They absorb so much sweat it starts to stink- REAL bad.&lt;br /&gt;3. The workmanship of the sole is quite sad. As it expands, it starts to gather and fold beneath your toe.&lt;br /&gt;4. IT STILL STINKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puke*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8077755460632170405?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8077755460632170405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/smelly-smelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8077755460632170405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8077755460632170405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/smelly-smelly.html' title='Smelly smelly.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5186888879944886865</id><published>2009-08-27T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:07:58.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than your band since '97</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I never realised this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't Hanson been working against the current ever since they kissed mainstream music goodbye? Where there's a will, there's always a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to draw inspiration from them once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5186888879944886865?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5186888879944886865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-than-your-band-since-97.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5186888879944886865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5186888879944886865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-than-your-band-since-97.html' title='better than your band since &apos;97'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5631061279923307204</id><published>2009-08-27T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:13:20.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:X</title><content type='html'>pei ru says: (2:08:03 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont get me those balls from adidas. i already have one tiny one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******says: (2:08:03 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;im thoughtful.. if u think abt it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ru says: (2:08:07 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah u got me a medal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ru says: (2:08:11 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that was beyond brilliant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** says: (2:08:12 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;either that or u'd  think im an ass for not following instructions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ru says: (2:08:21 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei ru says: (2:08:26 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anyway its ME. very easy to please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** says: (2:08:35 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEA RIGHT UR EASY TO PLEASE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** says: (2:08:47 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mau cari bf also so bloody difficult. like selecting president only&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** 0176728085 says: (2:08:56 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;must comply with ALL your requirements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hard to get me Gaspard Ulliel in a bathtub meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5631061279923307204?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5631061279923307204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5631061279923307204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5631061279923307204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/x.html' title=':X'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-591907516811365724</id><published>2009-08-26T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:31:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Dance class.</title><content type='html'>Pheeew that was close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from practice half an hour ago. I expected tonight to be really exhausting because I got occupied by a header design late in the afternoon and totally forgotten about my nap! I was so sleepy but managed to get to SMASH to help I-Vee out with the costumes. As the night dragged on I got a weird feeling that something's not right. I'd usually be really woozy by a certain point in class but I felt really hyper. Took a glance at I-Vee's phone and freaked the crap out. It was already 12.20am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up my folks, did another round of Breathless before speeding home by 1am. Got back at 12.59am! Pheeew, and everyone was too sleepy to care! Yesssssssssh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K now I just realised that I DO have to go to college to submit the Powerpoint stuff in a CD. Can't wait for my uncle to forward me this new article about Powerpoint being a complete failure as a communication tool. BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap laaaa too lazy to do my hw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-591907516811365724?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/591907516811365724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/pheeew-that-was-close-just-got-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/591907516811365724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/591907516811365724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/pheeew-that-was-close-just-got-back.html' title='Back from Dance class.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-3318735760043536492</id><published>2009-08-25T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:10:33.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised something</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I am feeling really bad for the team. At the rate the fans are going, the team should be using a different motto for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do or do not, there is no try."&lt;/b&gt;-Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the fighting mentality goes, I honestly hate the quote above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-3318735760043536492?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3318735760043536492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3318735760043536492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3318735760043536492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-something.html' title='I realised something'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4687276289921842207</id><published>2009-08-25T04:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:56:15.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool 1-3 Villa</title><content type='html'>With the exception of Martin O'Neill, I have always enjoyed watching Aston Villa. Unfortunately, I wouldn't say that they wholly deserved the win tonight because the score line was ridiculous. I have absofuckinglutely no idea how Liverpool didn't manage to get more goals with all those shots on target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torres' touch wasn't brilliant today. It's fair enough for some people like my dad to point that out but honestly, I think he played one of his toughest games tonight. Villa closed him down in numbers! Screw the first-touch, I'd be surprised if he got out unscathed! He'd have to possess godlike abilities to execute perfect touches every single time he gets the bloody ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put myself on the firing line here- as much as you hate to link any of the team's failure to Alonso's departure, it makes a whole lot of sense! I knew this was going to happen. We ended the previous season with so much hope but the spirit definitely came to a surprising low as we neared the start of 09/10. Furthermore, I don't think that the team kicked off the season with the right mentality. One of the team's key player leaves just two weeks before the season starts and we sign a replacement whom we won't even see for another two goddamned months! How was that prospect supposed to look good? In the long-term, yes. But not now! So stop frowning about this loss cause if you were one of those who talked of Aquilani's arrival and the benefits of Alonso's departure like a visionaire, you'd be eating your own words. To those who kept telling me to get over Alonso and that no one's bigger than the club, screw you cause I am of the opinion that he has made the club so much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our players worked much harder than usual tonight. Insua is showing so much more potential than the much-defended Lucas whom I am honestly really sick of already. Fine, the lad's got potential and we've got to give him much credit for trying- but we're talking about a role that was filled by the likes of Momo, Xabi and Stevie! He's nowhere near them at the moment and how much time are we able to give him to find his way there? I am not making him a scapegoat for conceding and then scoring the own goal. It's just the sight of seeing our attacking players unnecessarily backtracking to bring the ball up that really made me miss the comfort it gives in having a midfield maestro. Benayoun did a good job in midfield today, but he could not control the tempo of the game. His speed even made the team look a little reckless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people told me that when Alonso leaves, it gives new players and new formations a chance. Unfortunately, we don't seem to be playing with a new system.  It is very clear that Lucas isn't an instant remedy or a player brilliant enough to inspire a whole new style of play. It's nothing special and also very  transparent to the point that I can see how the team ended up with this formation. It's the same bloody system (sans a less effective Kuyt and a better Johnson) we played with WITHOUT Alonso last season! Remember the draws?! Oh yessss. The players we brought off the bench weren't going to change games either- Babel and Riera aside, they were those you'd retire a shoe-in victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in the club. No doubts about that. I'm just hoping that some fans would be more open-minded to the fact that the current results are reflective of what's going on with the club! The start of the season was going to be a pain till Aquilani attempts to provide the midfield with the creativity required. *fingers crossed* So stop your moaning and just hope for the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4687276289921842207?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4687276289921842207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/liverpool-1-3-villa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4687276289921842207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4687276289921842207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/liverpool-1-3-villa.html' title='Liverpool 1-3 Villa'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7127017277954851726</id><published>2009-08-24T17:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:02:06.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish list!</title><content type='html'>Wokie, birthday's coming up and a chat with May earlier in the week resulted in me making a conscious effort to remember what exactly do I want for my birthday......... the materialistic side lah of course. Health, wealth, happiness... I'll leave it to the big man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book vouchers&lt;/b&gt; [Kino/MPH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laptop bag&lt;/b&gt; for my Macbook. Preferably in red, with ample space for the charger and the mouse. [Machines]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That furry &lt;b&gt;Russian trooper hat&lt;/b&gt; [Deeper&amp;Harder, OU] ITS ON SALE. 35 BUCKS ONLY!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJgye1jNfI/AAAAAAAAC6c/eYrt_DbbgT0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 76px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJgye1jNfI/AAAAAAAAC6c/eYrt_DbbgT0/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463725793818098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;iPod jack&lt;/b&gt; for the car [Machines]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handbags&lt;/b&gt;! Preferably in black or white and it shoulder-carry. [Urm..dunno where]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedi and manicure vouchers&lt;/b&gt;! [Anywhere lah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 denier&lt;b&gt; Red leggings!&lt;/b&gt; [Weekend Bazaar at the Curve]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Scott &amp; the Town- &lt;B&gt;'Park Bench Theories'&lt;/B&gt; [Rock Corner/Speedy/etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJhjX6-TAI/AAAAAAAAC60/-M-cK94j6e4/s1600-h/park_bench_theories_jamie_scott.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJhjX6-TAI/AAAAAAAAC60/-M-cK94j6e4/s400/park_bench_theories_jamie_scott.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373464565751106562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Nutini- &lt;B&gt;'Sunny Side Up'&lt;/B&gt; [Rock Corner/Speedy/etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJhcOhDBWI/AAAAAAAAC6s/dq4kKeX5X30/s1600-h/sunny-side-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJhcOhDBWI/AAAAAAAAC6s/dq4kKeX5X30/s400/sunny-side-up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373464442967360866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtracks for &lt;B&gt;'Pride&amp;Prejudice'&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;'Atonement'&lt;/B&gt; or &lt;B&gt;'August Rush'&lt;/B&gt;. [Rock Corner/Speedy/etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;'A Very Long Engagement'&lt;/B&gt; [Rock Corner/Speedy/etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;'Brideshead Revisited'&lt;/B&gt; [Capalang DVD Store]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;'Phantom of the Opera' DVD&lt;/B&gt; [Rock Corner/Speedy/etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Liverpool home kit&lt;/B&gt; [Adidas]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Gaspard Ulliel in a bathtub!&lt;/B&gt; [if only i knew how] It looks something like this actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJgy0wso8I/AAAAAAAAC6k/tZixnuqrt80/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJgy0wso8I/AAAAAAAAC6k/tZixnuqrt80/s400/0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373463731679044546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure, really. If I can get 2 items from the above I'd be a happy girl already! ^^ Cash is always good too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7127017277954851726?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7127017277954851726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7127017277954851726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7127017277954851726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-list.html' title='Wish list!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SpJgye1jNfI/AAAAAAAAC6c/eYrt_DbbgT0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7146194107720361344</id><published>2009-08-24T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:19:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see</title><content type='html'>K emotional night.. still feeling really, really weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me up, told me she's at the pharmacy and asked me which brand of toner do I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck in a pack of korean mee as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not enough. I am still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now he's asking me to go out with him to run several errands before getting my phone checked- very nicely. Didn't feel like going plus the shower's not working. Bla bla blah change of minds... I was getting ready when I saw that my 'dead' phone miraculously come alive after a whole night's charging and several knocks to the floor in frustration. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. I'm gonna stay here in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7146194107720361344?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7146194107720361344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7146194107720361344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7146194107720361344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-see.html' title='I see'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2155074054487624699</id><published>2009-08-23T23:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:56:08.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I$$UES</title><content type='html'>This isn't a sympathy post. I just needed to get this off my chest and probably delete it by the end of the week. I know I am not in the worst situation ever and some of you are handling much, much more but like I mentioned a million times- my blog, my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright let's talk tapir logic. Granted, I get a lot of expensive gadgets but it wasn't until recently I found out the true reason why I got them so easily. I'm not supposed to talk about it but it's got a lot to do with the exterior. I just want to talk about the smaller things- not vacations, not iMacs, not Swifts... it's the pocket money issue. The money which I witness fly off my very own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my life revolves around different groups of friends (dance, swing, myrawk, highschool)- not a freaking school where I am enclosed in and do pretty much nothing else aside from the scheduled classes. I don't see my usual group of friends daily anymore since they are scattered all over the world and upon meeting up when they return, it won't be at friggin' school. It's definitely at some eatery or the mall which means I DO need to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were off for my dance practices- which Miss B sooooo kindly did not charge me for those extra hours (we're talking up to possibly 6 hours extra here!), I eat lunch OUT. Why? 'Cause there's no food at home. And the only edible thing I have is bread and what's available to compliment it? Freaking peanut butter. That's it. Peanut butter, peanut butter. Apparently we can't afford to live on variety in here, it's all availability-based. I just got nagged at for having 2 packs of instant noodles in a week. &lt;i&gt;"Why couldn't you eat the bread instead?"&lt;/i&gt; Why would anyone even be bothered to come up with such nonsensical questions? Will the answer shed so much light to the disaster of me binging on noodles instead of bread?! HUH?! And I-Vee foots the bill sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do I watch movies nowadays? Ever since Kelvin left for Pahang, I pretty much spent most of my time during the weekdays at SMASH and Sha's place or PJCAD in between. I don't even spend that much money with Sha! We share a freaking can of Coke and a plate of Kuay Teow for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say if I do go watch football on the weekends, I'd probably take out 20 bucks max... and that's really rare cause I usually don't buy myself anything. I just sit and watch. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moisturisers I use... well, they are mostly from Suki's mum. Goddamnit I felt so guilty I couldn't even treat her for lunch the other time. It still haunts me till this day. All these free stuff and I gave her nothing in return. Yet I still get shot for finishing my toner. HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring that all up and what do I get? &lt;i&gt;"What happened to your 1.5k?"&lt;/i&gt; Be reasonable! I won that money in May! It's gone, gone, gone! I didn't ask for allowance when I had the money. I spent it. &lt;i&gt;"Who ask you to shop,?"&lt;/i&gt; It's in my nature! At least I don't bust out 600 bucks on a Paris Hilton bag! I bought things I wear. The shoes made me feel good and daaamn, couldn't I enjoy the fact that I didn't have to beg and risk getting into a heated argument with you everytime I want something? I ABSOLUTELY ABHOR SHOPPING WITH HER. Both of us can't help it. If it's not about football, you won't listen, I can't talk- there's no neutral ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take the 'discussion' no more so I just left the room. It was going nowhere. She doesn't want to listen to me, as usual. Everything I said was tied up into a bag of rants and thrown right back at me with a "if you want money, go ask your father" tag. So I'm the grenade being launched- only that I am conscious of the harm I am capable of doing and the fact that I'll be blasted to smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuel and fees aside, I live on pretty much 100 bucks a month. I take a 50 this week... 2 weeks later I'd feel so goddamn bad for asking for more cause I get asked, &lt;i&gt;didn't I give you a 50 last week?"&lt;/i&gt; Break that down to 3 bucks a day, I am surprised I can manage a social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to work part-time since I have only 2 classes a week. Fair enough but honestly, she wants brilliant results from me as well. Pull those two apart, I see so much logic in why she'd suggest it. But bring them together- I just can't do it. I FUCKING HATE PJCAD. I have to work so much harder than majority of the class because I oppose everything they teach me. I find things out MYSELF, I argue, I fight for my ideas... I feel like a freaking salmon beating itself to death swimming against the current. But my goal isn't sex-- it's for design. I have been so stressed out because I give such things so much thought it's driving me insane. I am practically fooling myself and trying to counter the stupid notions I have in my head 24/7 due to stress. You have no idea how thankful I am that Miss B, Sze and the rest of them for have me in the team for the comp cause it really does distract my mind from playing all these PJCAD nonsense again and again. Plus do I REALLY need to work? Unlike most of my friends who pretty much have a life in/out of campus- I don't freaking go out in groups, I don't club, I don't do drugs. I am like.. a freaking nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, at the rate this is going, I should just stop college and work right now. I am not that stupid that I can't survive without getting a degree. I just have to swallow the bitter pill of regret that I can't maximise my potential which I was brought up to believe that I possessed for the past 20 years. Fuck education lah. I think I've reached the end, can't afford any further. I'll prolly end up funding my own education sooner than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K the combination of ginger+ this is giving me a mild fever. This sucks balls. Sorry it's not been a good month for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2155074054487624699?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2155074054487624699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuel-and-fees-aside-i-live-on-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2155074054487624699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2155074054487624699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuel-and-fees-aside-i-live-on-pretty.html' title='I$$UES'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4854664562797435699</id><published>2009-08-22T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:27:39.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Matt Hatter's!</title><content type='html'>Hairband+Blue dress+ White leggings= I make one pathetic-looking Alice. Screw the petticoats or the sleeves, I rather freeze to death than sweat to death. Hairband sponsored by the splendid Sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So_VekS5wVI/AAAAAAAAC6U/gY8UlPtVGD0/s1600-h/Photo+74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So_VekS5wVI/AAAAAAAAC6U/gY8UlPtVGD0/s400/Photo+74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372747601592041810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Sze. Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4854664562797435699?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4854664562797435699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-matt-hatters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4854664562797435699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4854664562797435699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/pre-matt-hatters.html' title='Pre-Matt Hatter&apos;s!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So_VekS5wVI/AAAAAAAAC6U/gY8UlPtVGD0/s72-c/Photo+74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6248920675421602790</id><published>2009-08-22T01:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:37:22.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Penny and Me tonight</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a tweet, I will explain my obsession for the band Hanson- a subject much debated by my circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a blessing in disguise for I was never a big fan of pitchy voices. I am not one of the fans who started supporting their act since the MMMBop era. Heck, I didn't even know who Britney Spears was back then as I was a mainstream music illiterate until I was halfway through high school. I can tell you who Rod Stewart and Richard Clayderman is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So7mZePcPcI/AAAAAAAAC6E/HVgg4cxBchc/s1600-h/2_hanson4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So7mZePcPcI/AAAAAAAAC6E/HVgg4cxBchc/s400/2_hanson4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484730788527554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sometime in 2004 when I caught 'Penny and Me' on TV that got me hooked onto their music. There was something about that video and the music that appealed to me. Personally, I have always been a fan of the warmer palettes. Combine it with beautiful harmonies in the chorus and it's pure magic to my senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have watched any of their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NSm5nD9_k0"&gt;live acoustic performances&lt;/a&gt;, you cannot deny the fact that those three brothers are superb at what they do. Their accapella harmonies are always tight and you can tell that they pen their own tunes through their spontaneity and unfeigned improvisations. They aren't rock stars- they are artists at work. You may discriminate MMMBop as much as you like but you can't take away the truth that those kids wrote it before they were even of legal age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the album &lt;i&gt;"Underneath"&lt;/i&gt; plays, I keep seeing moving images, paintings, strokes and colours, layers of textures- basically the most gorgeous things overlapping each other again and again. It's so raw- very much like a montage and you can pretty much feel the many elements that were glued together to form a beautiful piece of artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So7mZ6Nx0DI/AAAAAAAAC6M/QfBup-pWGKk/s1600-h/33196316060219l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So7mZ6Nx0DI/AAAAAAAAC6M/QfBup-pWGKk/s400/33196316060219l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484738297745458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am really digging this demo from the pre-Underneath era. If I am not mistaken, it's one of the 80+ demos which were rejected by Island Records before they parted ways. It's called "Dream Girl". The video (though extremely crude in editing) kind of encompasses the way I see the montage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tpl4rTlBbTk&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/Tpl4rTlBbTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We'll always be that way."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6248920675421602790?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6248920675421602790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-penny-and-me-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6248920675421602790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6248920675421602790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-penny-and-me-tonight.html' title='Just Penny and Me tonight'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So7mZePcPcI/AAAAAAAAC6E/HVgg4cxBchc/s72-c/2_hanson4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-3206763164547467572</id><published>2009-08-22T01:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:42:46.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The simplest question on earth</title><content type='html'>Uncle: So how's your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Modern girls usually 'out' at 16 you know? &lt;i&gt;[honestly i thought that was so 1800s']&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I different lah. Got a harder question ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's not that hard to understand! I just haven't met anyone yet! OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah maybe not just that but I am beyond picky. Guy cannot be too nice la.. cannot be too rich la.. too young la too old la... too tall la too short la too smart la too stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I haven't given love much thought but even when someone ideal comes into the picture- &lt;b&gt;I freak&lt;/b&gt;. As much as I want to, I can't bring myself to be in a relationship because I always end up feeling guilty and undeserving of their attention. It's a psychological thing. Hahaha. It's best I keep dreaming. They can always end my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-3206763164547467572?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3206763164547467572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/simplest-question-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3206763164547467572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3206763164547467572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/simplest-question-on-earth.html' title='The simplest question on earth'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2188698126726979687</id><published>2009-08-21T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:19:17.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Lecturer Ever.</title><content type='html'>Class was pretty much bullshit as you can tell from the previous post. There's nothing more I hate about a lecturer than one who happily gives you a task which he names a 'challenge' and then refuses to tell you why he did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because every dancer deserves their space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to drop the word "dance" and "space" from it. I said alright. No problem... but why? What difference would the change make to my project in a marketing sense? Is it a requirement or some sort of a protocol in the advertising industry? There I was, being respectful enough to take the ADVERTISING industry's point of view into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a question about life after death so the fact that he refused to answer me and instead, gave me some silly explanation about Adidas and McD's without a spot-on conclusion and then gave up by saying that my idea was good enough REALLY got on my nerves. If he was being sarcastic- I'll accept. Too bad he wasn't. It felt like a fucking retreat on his behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after that, I found out from Vernon that our assessment date has been pushed back AGAIN. Instead of early September, they've moved it to deng deng deng.... possibly 24th or 25th September. It's still undecided. Shouldn't an institution as big as PJCAD have the foresight to schedule such important dates? Final year students need to know how to bookmark their dates so they can plan how, when and where to execute the different stages of their project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was beyond foul after that. I was in total disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to chill at Sha's after that. The loss of Pogie's presence was still very much felt around the house. Sha then proceeded to do THIS to my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So5-sBUIuAI/AAAAAAAAC50/3K44VIadbBw/s1600-h/YAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So5-sBUIuAI/AAAAAAAAC50/3K44VIadbBw/s400/YAY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370700231817218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cooler than Alex Curran yo! That made me feel much better for the day! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2188698126726979687?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2188698126726979687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-lecturer-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2188698126726979687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2188698126726979687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-lecturer-ever.html' title='Worst Lecturer Ever.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So5-sBUIuAI/AAAAAAAAC50/3K44VIadbBw/s72-c/YAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6381584159068524148</id><published>2009-08-21T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:32:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O M F G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK&lt;/b&gt; advertising lah wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slogans for fuck's sake?!  Keep it for you fucking copywriter's classes lah fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I got a whole fucking campaign to design in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, PJCAD barred www.perezhilton.com. Reason being it's mature and adult content. For fuck's sake this is a DESIGN school. If I was allowed to watch Romans having sex in class back in cenfad, I am sure we can handle Mischa Barton's saggy butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I clicked the button to disagree with the rating. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6381584159068524148?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6381584159068524148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-m-f-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6381584159068524148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6381584159068524148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-m-f-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2494279921122464759</id><published>2009-08-20T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:28:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Datin Seri</title><content type='html'>Sha's pet cat died yesterday morning. The vets initially thought that Pogie was poisoned to death but post-mortem results show injuries to the ribcage and a tear in her diaphragm. That means she died due to internal injuries after being hit by a car or kicked really bad by some ruthless dingbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So5-MtEjEMI/AAAAAAAAC5s/-WQB0-OQGNo/s1600-h/Image(1674).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So5-MtEjEMI/AAAAAAAAC5s/-WQB0-OQGNo/s400/Image(1674).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370162221781186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collected her body from that creepy animal hospital near Amcorp Mall after I left dance practice. I was told that they froze Pogie, so I couldn't help wondering whether is she inside one of those freezers that stood by the corridors. When we reached the animal morgue, a man was holding a dead cat inside a plastic bag. I FREAKED. &lt;i&gt;"OMG is that Pogie?!"&lt;/i&gt;, I asked Sha. Turns out it wasn't as the same man opened the freezer and took out the paper-wrapped Pogie in a plastic bag. You can actually see her hind legs stick out from the wrappings! That was a really heart-wrenching sight.. and a tad bit freaky. That's her cute little paw below :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So59eogkSZI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XMSmJ4Zb00Y/s1600-h/P1070601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So59eogkSZI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XMSmJ4Zb00Y/s400/P1070601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372369370723142034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loaded her into the trunk and made some really lame jokes about having a frozen dead cat in the car as we passed by a police checkpoint. The family buried her in the land outside the house sometime later in the evening. Marked her grave with lots of flowers. Pogie's latest boyfriend watched from atop the neighbour's fence and Izzy was well-behaved throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So59eC0KH0I/AAAAAAAAC5c/No2u1e_xzSI/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So59eC0KH0I/AAAAAAAAC5c/No2u1e_xzSI/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372369360604766018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, Pogie. To modify a quote from Bilbo Baggins, &lt;i&gt; I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and you liked less than half of me half as well as I deserve&lt;/i&gt; but I'll be burning you a couple of fishies and a fishing rod alright? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So58hGpouoI/AAAAAAAAC5M/T-qCAY9QfuI/s1600-h/Image(1632).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So58hGpouoI/AAAAAAAAC5M/T-qCAY9QfuI/s400/Image(1632).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372368313662356098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2494279921122464759?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2494279921122464759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-datin-seri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2494279921122464759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2494279921122464759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-datin-seri.html' title='RIP Datin Seri'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/So5-MtEjEMI/AAAAAAAAC5s/-WQB0-OQGNo/s72-c/Image(1674).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-3686423077844798053</id><published>2009-08-20T05:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:13:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-0</title><content type='html'>Liverpool 4-0 Stoke City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you find yourself watching bad streams and your fellow comrades start giving you live commentary on the game itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoxqQk8pQAI/AAAAAAAAC5E/5eby8y1tVio/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoxqQk8pQAI/AAAAAAAAC5E/5eby8y1tVio/s400/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785288574648322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad k? Got &lt;i&gt;homemade livescore&lt;/i&gt; from Ray and Gordon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Rory Delap needs to get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-3686423077844798053?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3686423077844798053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-happens-when-you-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3686423077844798053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3686423077844798053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-happens-when-you-find.html' title='4-0'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoxqQk8pQAI/AAAAAAAAC5E/5eby8y1tVio/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-1169167487761169331</id><published>2009-08-20T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:43:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look ma, no need to cut!</title><content type='html'>If you know me well enough, you wouldn't need to read the explanation below on why I so shamelessly posed for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sow3rSW4z-I/AAAAAAAAC48/DtT2hLPdx2s/s1600-h/Photo+67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sow3rSW4z-I/AAAAAAAAC48/DtT2hLPdx2s/s400/Photo+67.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371729672347897826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lar, assuming that you had conveniently forgotten... it's because &lt;b&gt;the pants fit!&lt;/b&gt; Miss B got us these for the team event and they require no further trimming! They are a bit too short for Sze and Peggy but that said, I do actually need to gather it at the waist cause if I yank it right up, it'd fit right below my chest. Super high waist yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la let me enjoy this 0.35 seconds of joy before I return to the sad sad world of ill-fitting pants. Shorts are my best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-1169167487761169331?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/1169167487761169331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-know-me-well-enough-you-wouldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/1169167487761169331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/1169167487761169331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-know-me-well-enough-you-wouldnt.html' title='Look ma, no need to cut!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sow3rSW4z-I/AAAAAAAAC48/DtT2hLPdx2s/s72-c/Photo+67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2081808362709766538</id><published>2009-08-19T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:16:02.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch of the class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Desktop publishing"&lt;/i&gt;, he says, and that we'll be facing tonnes of problems as we get on with our execution stage. Old fart really needs to update his speech system. It may not affect others but I am hyper-sensitive to his choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be dressing up for KLSwing!'s Matt Hatter party this Saturday.  White leggings- checked. Hairband- checked. I am all set.. once I find the right outfit. Feeling a bit lazy to dress up but since a good reason plonked my way.. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my association with Alice Liddell for the week doesn't stop there. I stumbled upon this old post on Tim's blog saying that this reminds him of a "girl named Pei Ru".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sovds7ySI5I/AAAAAAAAC40/h8Kd7yy2_8o/s1600-h/Alice+in+Wunderland+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sovds7ySI5I/AAAAAAAAC40/h8Kd7yy2_8o/s400/Alice+in+Wunderland+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630744602026898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you aren't the old fart and I have indeed, shown you that psychotic face, please drop me a message cause I seriously can't remember who else I've been hatin' lately. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2081808362709766538?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2081808362709766538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/desktop-publishing-he-says-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2081808362709766538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2081808362709766538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/desktop-publishing-he-says-and-that.html' title='Bitch of the class.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sovds7ySI5I/AAAAAAAAC40/h8Kd7yy2_8o/s72-c/Alice+in+Wunderland+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-7334008380237850722</id><published>2009-08-19T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:04:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jellyfish!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Dao*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sorr0Q2ZEmI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Aa3qjIpFBFk/s1600-h/hartamas+prom+night+2006+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sorr0Q2ZEmI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Aa3qjIpFBFk/s400/hartamas+prom+night+2006+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371364788701565538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily one of the best friends I have made in Hartamas albeit the fact that he does drive me crazy once in awhile. (like the way he ruined the picture above!!) I know I have the tendency of bullying you but I love you k? Thanks for providing the lanterns on my birthday party and letting me play the baby grand years back! Here's to more muscles and a great birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-7334008380237850722?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/7334008380237850722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-dao-easily-one-of-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7334008380237850722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/7334008380237850722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-dao-easily-one-of-best.html' title='Happy Birthday Jellyfish!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Sorr0Q2ZEmI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Aa3qjIpFBFk/s72-c/hartamas+prom+night+2006+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8540689420540939572</id><published>2009-08-19T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:26:50.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home. Yessssh!</title><content type='html'>You know the class is on auto-pilot mode when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sze talks crap about the plural form of the word &lt;i&gt;"moose"&lt;/i&gt; is&lt;i&gt; "meese".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My knee's getting a good bruising.&lt;br /&gt;3. Florence's attacking Miss B for making fun of her "moosely" bars.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's past 12.00am.&lt;br /&gt;5. I-Vee is silent.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't remember the new formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoriFpuv9uI/AAAAAAAAC4c/0RSFPtd4yHw/s1600-h/DanceSteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoriFpuv9uI/AAAAAAAAC4c/0RSFPtd4yHw/s400/DanceSteps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371354092321896162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have yet to do my sketches. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8540689420540939572?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8540689420540939572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-class-is-on-auto-pilot-mode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8540689420540939572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8540689420540939572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-class-is-on-auto-pilot-mode.html' title='I&apos;m Home. Yessssh!'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoriFpuv9uI/AAAAAAAAC4c/0RSFPtd4yHw/s72-c/DanceSteps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2741911132217434941</id><published>2009-08-18T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:36:57.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you saw the original, you'd know something's different with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SopZd1Bg8sI/AAAAAAAAC4U/DVlFKtMi94Q/s1600-h/ReinaMeMayWunRED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SopZd1Bg8sI/AAAAAAAAC4U/DVlFKtMi94Q/s400/ReinaMeMayWunRED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371203874577248962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2741911132217434941?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2741911132217434941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-saw-original-youd-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2741911132217434941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2741911132217434941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-saw-original-youd-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SopZd1Bg8sI/AAAAAAAAC4U/DVlFKtMi94Q/s72-c/ReinaMeMayWunRED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-8105096991072570072</id><published>2009-08-18T11:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:11:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plonk goes the tree</title><content type='html'>Oh great. I'd just given everyone at the construction site across my house a free show. Aaargh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some donkey-brained fool had this brilliant idea of chopping down the tallest tree in my backyard earlier in the month. None of us realised that till recently, when we felt something was off as we looked out the window. Now there's more sunlight coming into the house and the property's lost its privacy. Don't they have better things to do in their lives than to cut off trees that don't belong to them?! Isn't it bad enough that the Earth is dying and we need all the trees we can get in this bloody hot weather?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the fallen tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Soopw3BhlSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/SPhhBLMg5eo/s1600-h/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Soopw3BhlSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/SPhhBLMg5eo/s400/trees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371151424973542690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to keep the curtains drawn at all times. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to start fresh after yesterday's frustrations. Woke up at 9am today! *applauds* Had my breakfast, caught the Ellen show before heading back here to clean up my iMac. Sorted out all the junk that clogged my Desktop and rearranged the files in the Dance Habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack on the happiest wallpaper I have and tadah! Perfecto mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoonRHxtByI/AAAAAAAAC4E/VWpgh2Hed3E/s1600-h/SCREEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoonRHxtByI/AAAAAAAAC4E/VWpgh2Hed3E/s400/SCREEN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371148680691517218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my assignments in a bit. Hopefully I can catch an hour's nap before tonight's practice. 'Breathless' should be complete soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-8105096991072570072?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/8105096991072570072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8105096991072570072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/8105096991072570072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops.html' title='Plonk goes the tree'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/Soopw3BhlSI/AAAAAAAAC4M/SPhhBLMg5eo/s72-c/trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-4488954710559478286</id><published>2009-08-17T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:08:59.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How unexpected</title><content type='html'>The bitch spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She freaking spoke to me! Her personal message was a good paragraph long and don't even get me started on what's it about. Hint: The very thing I hate her for. Pretentious slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-4488954710559478286?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/4488954710559478286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4488954710559478286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/4488954710559478286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-unexpected.html' title='How unexpected'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-420644185196758487</id><published>2009-08-17T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:04:57.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh Why?</title><content type='html'>So many things on my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority still goes to the final project and the dance comp in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, so many things keep forcing their way into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye beautiful world, things are going to get ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-420644185196758487?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/420644185196758487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/420644185196758487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/420644185196758487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh Why?'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2886234540195041449</id><published>2009-08-17T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:04:35.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ru says: (7:07:00 PM)&lt;br /&gt;www.atapirteases.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (7:07:16 PM)&lt;br /&gt;at a pirt eases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (7:07:17 PM)&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (7:07:18 PM)&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)wilson. liette the dog. says: (7:07:20 PM)&lt;br /&gt;a tapir teases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ru says: (7:07:24 PM)&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ru says: (7:07:30 PM)&lt;br /&gt;im sooo changing the name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2886234540195041449?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2886234540195041449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/ru-says-70700-pm-www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2886234540195041449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2886234540195041449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/ru-says-70700-pm-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-6905032833099152801</id><published>2009-08-17T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:50:52.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations Spurs, you did well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-1? Liverpool dear, time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SohU5tZcliI/AAAAAAAAC38/YXYkMBYplLM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SohU5tZcliI/AAAAAAAAC38/YXYkMBYplLM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370635906054919714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think I screwed up some parts of my feet when I leapt off the bar stool. Oooh jolts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-6905032833099152801?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/6905032833099152801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/congratulations-spurs-you-did-well-2-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6905032833099152801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/6905032833099152801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/congratulations-spurs-you-did-well-2-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SohU5tZcliI/AAAAAAAAC38/YXYkMBYplLM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-3607389553869929388</id><published>2009-08-15T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:00:32.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Why do you smell like peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suki: 'Cause I just had a peanut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-3607389553869929388?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3607389553869929388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-why-do-you-smell-like-peanut-butter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3607389553869929388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3607389553869929388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-why-do-you-smell-like-peanut-butter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5366895351079098116</id><published>2009-08-14T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:38:39.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy Puked On Me</title><content type='html'>It's hot yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now in Kelana Jaya. Izzy's rocking to Michael Jackson. Poor kid's altophobic though. He cried when Sha &lt;i&gt;Solero-Shot&lt;/i&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh what a precious little thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5366895351079098116?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5366895351079098116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hot-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5366895351079098116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5366895351079098116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hot-yo.html' title='Izzy Puked On Me'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-3748154322884060382</id><published>2009-08-14T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:39:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tim-Inspired Post.</title><content type='html'>I am telling you, Sha. I was one ugly babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoRE06NVwkI/AAAAAAAAC30/H7-UCILOdjQ/s1600-h/baby+me20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoRE06NVwkI/AAAAAAAAC30/H7-UCILOdjQ/s400/baby+me20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369492331501568578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-3748154322884060382?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/3748154322884060382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-telling-you-sha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3748154322884060382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/3748154322884060382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-telling-you-sha.html' title='A Tim-Inspired Post.'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Rw1kkCyASI/SoRE06NVwkI/AAAAAAAAC30/H7-UCILOdjQ/s72-c/baby+me20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-2654336459537698527</id><published>2009-08-13T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:05:30.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46.5 KG</title><content type='html'>Every 11th of February shall be &lt;b&gt;Clotworthy Skeffington&lt;/b&gt; day from now on. I will let you figure out just what will I do on that blessed occasion. It will definitely not be pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these dance practice sessions are haunting my dreams. I'd wake up on Wednesday evenings thinking that it's Tuesday night and I have only an hour left to head for Kota Damansara. Even more absurdly, I found myself waking up on Monday mornings believing that I should be getting ready for Thursday sessions. Save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if any of you happen to be my future &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt;, don't mind me saying that you're &lt;b&gt;'worthless'&lt;/b&gt;. It's actually similar to being 'priceless' in my very miserable dictionary. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-2654336459537698527?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/2654336459537698527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/465-kg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2654336459537698527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/2654336459537698527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/465-kg.html' title='46.5 KG'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692451045394225951.post-5097978488843359469</id><published>2009-08-12T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:35:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich Talk</title><content type='html'>It is early in the morning, I'm in need of a binge. A really random topic to launch this blog with but here's how I'd love my bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grilled with Cheese ala Ducky's Recipe&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunny Side Up with Crispy Sides&lt;br /&gt;3. Peanut Butter with Banana&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate French Toast&lt;br /&gt;5. Garlic Spread and Mushroom Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5692451045394225951-5097978488843359469?l=atapirteases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/feeds/5097978488843359469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-spent-past-few-days-just-lounging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5097978488843359469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692451045394225951/posts/default/5097978488843359469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atapirteases.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-spent-past-few-days-just-lounging.html' title='Sandwich Talk'/><author><name>Kapelu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
