<?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-20390473</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:31.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Another Teen Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I love to complain a whole lot of motherfucking craps but I do not have the balls to say it out verbally. So here goes a blog to vomit out all the nonsense that I've been wanting to deliver. And ya, I do not have balls literally and physically.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-115303904981571242</id><published>2006-07-16T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:37:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye All.</title><content type='html'>Bye people. I'm not blogging anymore. I'm fired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-115303904981571242?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/115303904981571242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=115303904981571242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115303904981571242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115303904981571242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/07/bye-all.html' title='Bye All.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-115279650915229911</id><published>2006-07-14T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:54:50.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzi, I Miss You. Hogward, I Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:350; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do the students of Hogwarts think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/JU/JUS/JustToLoveYou/1152660760_outfitso.o.gif"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry:&lt;/b&gt; Possibly hates you more than Malfoy and thinks you're a cold hearted biotch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron:&lt;/b&gt; Has a secret crush on you. He loves how mean and cruel you can be, although he'd never admit it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Draco:&lt;/b&gt; Considers you his equal and most likely wishes to marry you and bear him children. He loves how wicked you can be and is TOTALLY obsessed with you, he worships the ground you walk on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fred and George:&lt;/b&gt; Think you're a bit too stuck up for your own good, but would definately consider snogging you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flint:&lt;/b&gt; Is utterly terrified of you, your domineering nature and arrogance is a bit too much for him. If he weren't so scared he'd have screwed you by now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blaise:&lt;/b&gt; Loves the way you opearate and is probably the only person who can tolerate you. If Draco wasn't utterly consumed with you he'd have asked you to marry him by now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neville:&lt;/b&gt; Craps his pants when he hears your name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Semus:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks you're wicked but beautiful. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dean:&lt;/b&gt; Avoids you mostly, but has a bit of a crush on you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crabbe and Goyle:&lt;/b&gt; Follow your every command, but hate that you're even meaner than Draco at times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hermione:&lt;/b&gt; Loathes you even more than Harry and can't wait till you get expelled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ginny:&lt;/b&gt; Envies how you get whatever you want with a snap of your fingers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pansy:&lt;/b&gt; Secretly loathes you because you have Draco at your beck and call, but would never admit it because she's scared of you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cho:&lt;/b&gt; Likes your style and wishes you two were friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dumbledor:&lt;/b&gt; Quite worried you will join up with the Dark Lord, and is slightly frightened by you himself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;McGonagal:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks you're a bit too into yourself and doesn't like how you act above everyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hagrid:&lt;/b&gt; Passes you all the time, he doesn't want to deal with you when you get mad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snape:&lt;/b&gt; You are the apple of his eye. He adores you and your attitude and makes sure he shows it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trelawney:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks you're gifted as a seer, but makes it known your aura is a bit too dark&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Slytherin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;/b&gt; Draco Malfoy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; Blaise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reputation:&lt;/b&gt; Ice Queen&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/JustToLoveYou/quizzes/What+do+the+students+of+Hogwarts+think+of+you%3F+%5E.%7E+%28EXTREMELY+DETAILED%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/JustToLoveYou/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=3292865"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:px;_height:px; min-height:px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do people at Hogwarts think about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Really likes you and wants to ask you out.&lt;br&gt;Ron: Also really likes you but knows your off-bounds because Harry likes you.&lt;br&gt;Hermione: Thinks your a really great friend but  is a little jealous beacuse Ron likes you.&lt;br&gt;Neville: Thinks you really sweet and nice.&lt;br&gt;Seamus: Thinks your cute.&lt;br&gt;Fred &amp; George: Thinks your cool and fun to hang out with.&lt;br&gt;Ginny: Thinks your smart and nice but is extremely jealous because Harry likes you.&lt;br&gt;Cho: Thinks you have nice hair and is glad you took Harry off her back so she can think about Cedric and mourn his death.&lt;br&gt;Luna: Thinks your really cool amd popular.&lt;br&gt;Draco: Acts like he hates you but deep down has a crush on you and wonders why you'd chose Harry over him.&lt;br&gt;Crabbe and Goyle: Think your nice.&lt;br&gt;Pansy: Wants to kill you because Draco likes you.&lt;br&gt;Dumbledore: Is pleased to have you at Hogwarts.&lt;br&gt;McGonagol: Thinks you are a good student. &lt;br&gt;Snape: Really hates you and want to Avada Kadavera you.&lt;br&gt;Hagrid: Thinks your kind and considerate.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Sun.Kissed.Summer/quizzes/What+do+people+at+Hogwarts+think+about+you%3F+%28for+girls%2C+detailed+answers%2C+you+should+totally+take+this+quiz+it+rocks%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Sun.Kissed.Summer/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=3293174"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:px;_height:px; min-height:px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do ur homies in hogwarts think of u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry:lothes every inch of you and hopes he gets the honor of deveating u along with voldemortron.&lt;br&gt;hermionie: thinks you are a despicable lothesome twit.&lt;br&gt;ginny: hates you because harry hates you&lt;br&gt;draco:loves you immensely and spends all day snogging you ang doting on u.&lt;br&gt;crabbe and goyle are obsolete with you around!&lt;br&gt;snape: passes you w/ flying colors&lt;br&gt;House: Slytherin&lt;br&gt; boyfriend:draco &lt;br&gt; bff &amp; worst enemy: pansy (u stole draco) dhr!&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/dracos1girlx64/quizzes/what+do+ur+homies+in+hogwarts+think+of+u%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/dracos1girlx64/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=3295177"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:px;_height:px; min-height:px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Do The Harry Potter Boys Think Of You??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Draco Malfoy:&lt;/b&gt; Is practically in love with you!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron Weasley:&lt;/b&gt; hates you because your with draco but secretly thinks your really hott&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;: hates you as much as he hates Malfoy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;B&gt;Blaise&lt;/b&gt;: likes you a LOT but would never make a move because your Draco's girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oliver&lt;/b&gt;: doesn't pay much attention to you actually.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seamus&lt;/b&gt;: doesn't like you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dean:&lt;/b&gt; doesn't like you either.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fred &amp; George&lt;/b&gt;: love your sense of humor and the pranks you play.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pansy:&lt;/b&gt; hates you for stealing "her" man away&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hermione:&lt;/b&gt; Thnks your rude, inconsiderate and cruel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ginny:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks your straight up crazy to be with Malfoy but is secretly &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; jealous of you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cho Chang:&lt;/b&gt; thinks your a whore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snape:&lt;/b&gt; Pretends to like you because your in his house but really hates you.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;b&gt;McGonagall:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks you need to stop being so rude.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hagrid:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks your always up to no good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;B&gt;YOU:&lt;/b&gt; Your in Slytherin&lt;Br&gt;your boyfriend is Draco Malfoy&lt;br&gt;Your best friend is Blaise Zabini&lt;br&gt;your favorite class is Potions&lt;br&gt;Your favorite teacher is Trelawny--but you'd never tell anyone!&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/xo.MissIndependant.ox/quizzes/What+Do+The+Harry+Potter+Boys+Think+Of+You%3F%3F+%5BDETAILED%21%21%5D"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; 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He supports your relationship with Ron.&lt;br&gt;Ron: Your loving boyfriend. He is overjoyed you chose him over Harry.He loves your kind heart. &lt;br&gt;Hermione: She is massively jealous at your relationship with Ron, and she does a poor job hiding it. She just does not like you. &lt;br&gt;Neville: He likes you a lot, but hasn't the courage to talk to you.&lt;br&gt; Fred and George: They prank you as much as they prank Ron. They think you are pretty nice, though.&lt;br&gt;Ginny: She's your best friend, especially since you left Harry for her to have. &lt;br&gt;Seamus: He thinks you're ok. &lt;br&gt;Dean: He wishes he could have you. He hopes you will eventually choose him over Ron.&lt;br&gt;Lavender: She thinks you would make a good gossip buddy, if you talked to her more.&lt;br&gt;Draco: He thinks you are beautiful and feisty. He'd never admit it, but he really wished you'd dump Ron.&lt;br&gt;Pansy: She hates you more than anything because she knows Draco likes you.&lt;br&gt;Luna: She thinks you're too close minded.&lt;br&gt;Cho: She doesn't really know you.&lt;br&gt;Dumbledore: He thinks you're nice and sweet. He thinks you will become a very competent witch, if you just study a little more. &lt;br&gt;McGonagall: She get aggravated when you forget to do your homework, but she is usually swayed by your charm to give you another chance.&lt;br&gt;Snape: He couldn't care less about you.&lt;br&gt;Hagrid: He likes your kind heart, and thinks you will be a good role model for Ron.&lt;br&gt;Sirius: He doesn't really know you very well.&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/MiddyKitty/quizzes/The+Hogwarts+Student%27s+And+Teacher%27s+Evaluation+Of+You"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/MiddyKitty/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=3300146"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be a really happy witch in Hogward =) Draco does love me.&lt;br /&gt;And this is probably the reason why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:px;_height:px; min-height:px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Hogwarts House are you in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong in SlytherinCunning,sly and slick where you will make REAL friends...&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/soccerqueen614/quizzes/What+Hogwarts+House+are+you+in%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/soccerqueen614/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=3303129"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night people! &lt;br /&gt;Loads of loves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-115279650915229911?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/115279650915229911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=115279650915229911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115279650915229911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115279650915229911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/07/quizzi-i-miss-you-hogward-i-love-you.html' title='Quizzi, I Miss You. Hogward, I Love You.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-115234705985008372</id><published>2006-07-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:13:26.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Say It.</title><content type='html'>Fuck, back in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a 2-hour sleep b'cos I didn't get to sleep on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling bloody lonely already! Gawd please help me! Somebody!&lt;br /&gt;No Mum, no Sis, no Bro, no Dad. &lt;br /&gt;Worst! I forgot to bring my piggy back! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched I Not Stupid Too just before I left S'pore. Dang it was so good that I cried. Seriously, it reflects so much on Singapore and I think they ought to be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;Right from the beginning of the movie, the kids are at fault.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah they got no attention from their parents. But think, their parents work their asses off to ensure that kids have a better life.&lt;br /&gt;They have computers, pokemon cards, X Box. What more do they want?&lt;br /&gt;Parents did not have such privilege. My Dad &amp; Mum had to go to school and work at the same time. Students don't even do that now. The only time when they pick up a job is during holiday. Well, don't assume all, but most of them.&lt;br /&gt;Normal Technical students: I'm positively sure no teacher would think they're hopeless. Think again, if your teacher gives you all the encouragement you need, would you guarantee that you would study hard and score. My say is, hell no! I'm a student, I know how students nowondays easily give up. A moment of laziness and *poof*, whatever shits encouragement the teacher gave would just disappear into the thin air. Ain't I right? You'll keep on telling yourselves, "I'll do it next time", "I'll try my best the next test", but how many of you actually really bother? It's nothing but empty promises isn't it? So quit pushing the blame to those who look down on you. Reflect on yourselves. Have you try your best? Doesn't your attitude lead to the discrimination of Normal Tech student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my shit is done. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recommend all of you out there to watch Take The Lead.&lt;br /&gt;It's flirtatious, sexy, groovy and way too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/takethelead_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/takethelead_bigposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention Dante Basco is totally hot in this movie? He's off the hook baby! I would kill to dance like him. Though his voice is a little gay, but he's so sexy that I wanna make love with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-115234705985008372?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/115234705985008372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=115234705985008372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115234705985008372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115234705985008372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-say-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Say It.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-115211040105641945</id><published>2006-07-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T07:07:52.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, a week is just not long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here in S'pore, people want to meet up, and yet I DO NOT have the time.&lt;br /&gt;People!! I need to spend time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sorry to say this. Not that you guys (friends) are not important, but for me, family is way more important.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my top priority. I wouldn't spend a day with them only and divide the rest of my whole holiday to different kind of friends.&lt;br /&gt;So, to you know who you are, stop saying that I'm arrogant or unfriendly or whatever you can come up with to describe me.&lt;br /&gt;B'cos, like everybody else who just came back from Melbourne, they want to spend the whole holiday with their family, or partner for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I'm just so pissed off when people say I'm not "friend" enough. B'cos I'm trying hard to arrange time and meet up with as much people as possible. Prob is, everyone is S'pore has school! So it ain't my fault if our timing doesn't match. Anyhow, I'll still meet you guys end of the year. I love you all. Treasure ya'all.&lt;br /&gt;Dan buat anak anak Jakarta, kita ketemu di Indo aja deh, akhir tahun. Lebih gampang dan lebih banyak waktu. Ok Ok? Sip deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just another random thought. Was watching this Chinese drama on Channel 8. Siwei lost his will to live on. So he questioned his friend, "What do you live for?"&lt;br /&gt;A very good question I must say.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in this world agrees that to live in such an idiotic world is shitty. So why the fuck, God or Science, created this world for us to live?&lt;br /&gt;This world is hell. Reality's a bitch. It's fucking unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old man selling tissues on the road side, under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old lady selling Ice Cream along Bugis road.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, where's the love? What is it with "God is fair" and "Tuhan itu maha adil"?&lt;br /&gt;You can say, maybe they're punished for what they've done previously.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, isn't forgiveness and compassion part of our each individual religion?&lt;br /&gt;If this world is that harsh, why bother living? To make us stronger? To hell with that. How many thousand people couldn't let go of their past painful experience and continue to live in agony? How many has actually commit suicide? Is this what you call to-be-a-better-person?&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, yeah right. Easier said that done. Try that yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what kind of obstacles will I meet in the future. But I can assure you one thing, I'm afraid. Very afraid of the future. That I might even thing, to die early and not live the future is not such a bad thing at all. Cause I hate taking risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I just love pouring out all my shits out. Afterall, I don't have the balls to "pui" all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it's World Cup season, let's talk soccer!&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys watch the match Germany VS Italy? The first 15 min! The defence by Cannavaro Fabio! Fantastic! Well chosen defender and a worthy captain! I love him! Well, partly also because he's cute. Haiyo, so typical of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised there's a player in Angola team named Love. Yes, please slap his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Next match on the list, Portugal and France. Not rooting for any team, but if I have to choose, I'll choose France. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;You guys should watch the advertisement of Pedro and Jose of Adidas. And please fucking tell me who's black (african) football player with blonde hair! Or is he just some extra wall flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/untitled.1.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't we all agree that Cannavaro is super hawwtt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-115211040105641945?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/115211040105641945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=115211040105641945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115211040105641945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115211040105641945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/07/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-115142034597116503</id><published>2006-06-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:41:57.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Bimbotic. Uh huh.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I'm feeling bimbotic now. So here's a bimbotic post from a bimbotic girl. Three cheers for the bimbos all around the world. I heart you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what a bimbo. But, whatever. I just feel sooo fat! Like, entirely fat, and totally depressed by it. I'm short! I can't be fat! Get it?! Just kill me please, it'll hurt less. I feel that fat that I just don't feel comfortable in my own clothes. And whenever I'm shopping, I feel like I need a bigger size pants or shirt. I was trying on this new pants just now, and I took size M cause I thought I couldn't fit it size S anymore. But what the heck, M is still too big for me. You can pratically pull down the pants just like that. Like, duh...&lt;br /&gt;Finally I rebond my hair! For the 4th time, or is it the 3rd time? This will be the last time I rebond my hair! At the end of the year when my hair is all messed up and long, I'll either perm it or do some funky weirdo hairstyle. Perhaps dye it bright red like I always wanted to. I can't perm or rebond and dye at the same time, it'll kill my hair. Hm, or maybe I'll cut it short again. Or maybe I'll do Agnes Monica hairstyle. Well, depending on the trend. My face is naturally big and round, I can't really pull off short hairstyle. Maybe I'll stick to long hair, but different styles. But then again, girls with long hair can't really have different hairstyles cause they all look the same. And now I'm back with my long rebonded hair, that makes me just equally the same as other girls. Oh my god, bite me.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's this bag, it shaped like a plastic bag. Ya know, the big one, but I can't find it! I want it cool, with wicked graphic printed on it. Gosh I'd look beautiful in it. Tell me I'm beautiful (quoted from Bryanboy).&lt;br /&gt;Belts with electronic display bling bling thingy is sooo in fashion now. Awesome!! I wanna have one of those, then I can be as cool as Missy Elliot. I want it pink and shiny with diamonds around the borders. Oh so twitish. I like....&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I want a digital camera! So that I can take photos of myself with those twitish action. Show off my big scary eyes with the peace sign. I can do different kind of peace signs. One on the forehead, then another one at the eye, and then near the mouth. Or maybe even chin. That will be sooo kaiwaiiii. Then then, I can put the caption as "Lurxxx uuuu" or "xIiIaooGalll" or whatever nicknames as long as it comes with alternate capital. I think people in friendster would all come flocking to me, add me or message me. The best thing is, Museum of Twits would feature me as the most kawaiiii twit in Sg and Indonesia. I'd be famous! Lai lai! Who wants my autograph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of this stupid post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too stressed for the fact that I gained weight and plus that I'm fucking worried for my exams. Screwed Accounting up. I wonder what's next.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this world and humans! Gosh I just feel like saying that. Like, whatever. Do I sound like a bimbo? Here's photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/collage.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/collage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are happy to be back in S'pore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/29062006%28011%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/29062006%28011%29.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Momoks love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-115142034597116503?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/115142034597116503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=115142034597116503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115142034597116503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115142034597116503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/06/feeling-bimbotic-uh-huh.html' title='Feeling Bimbotic. Uh huh.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-115007824650593642</id><published>2006-06-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:50:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Day Peeps!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody knows we love Yit Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Yit Ming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You do know we love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you didn't regret your decision choosing us over Arrow people =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic days. I need red-bulls. Oh no, wait, red bull doesn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole Saturday preparing a last minute birthday party for Yit Ming. Oh yes, surprise surprise. This whole surprise birthday party thingy is way too overrated. Humans, you need to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Yit Ming did suspect something. But nevertheless, we love you Yit Ming. And I know you do love us. We're the gorgeous Trinity students, aren't we? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams in 8 more days. Or is it 9? I lost count. Hate it, curse it, fuck it. Just, hurry up and end it all would ya? I haven't start a single shit on Lit and Accounting. Pscyhology is slowly tearing my cerebral cortex into pieces. Economics is driving my shits nuts. And the amount of Maths exercise worksheets is sooo incredibly thick that it can be compared to the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;FIFA World Cup has begun, and I can't watch! But oh, I did stay overnight at Anthony's house to watch Germany VS Costa Rica. Costa Rica wan sui!! [Even though they lost]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, over-dosage of Peterpan. Or rather, over-dosage of Uki and Ariel. I've been repeating their songs, and "Menunggu Pagi" video. Bravo bravo!! They're soooo hot!! I'm melting.... Not good not good. Tsk tsk. I'm supposed to be studying, not watching videos, or blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking heater is out of order. No, not the room heater. This time is worse, the bathroom! No hot water. WTF right. I bathe in a freezing cold water in the morning, and I seemed blue. Palmerston seriously has a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/10062006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is what Australians do to shop-lifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/13062006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/13062006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since when students go to gym for school excursion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-115007824650593642?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/115007824650593642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=115007824650593642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115007824650593642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/115007824650593642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovely-day-peeps.html' title='Lovely Day Peeps!!'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114958021591427292</id><published>2006-06-06T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:43:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>So I was out on Sunday, to have dinner with Sherman. As always, it's freaking enjoyable to talk to Sherman. I mean, I click well with him. I can talk any crap shit to him. And usually we'll end up debating our individual point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolled along the city, and an fragile old man came up to us.&lt;br /&gt;He looked sooo...sad. That's the best I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke in some Hokkien Language, which obviously I hadn't got any clue what the fuck he was mumbling 'bout. Sherman understood, but, not all.&lt;br /&gt;So the poor old man went on, used some hand gesture pointing in a direction and his hand. I was totally "Huh? O.o" So we said, "sorry but we don't understand" and we continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;I was really confused, like, what's going on here. Sherman said he probably needs some money to get back home, to take tram. Perhaps he's lost or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, oh shit, I should have helped him. I felt sooo mean, like, the worst person in this world, ever. I can imagine myself, when I'm old, and I have super poor memory. I walk alone to the city, and got lost. Try to seek for help but none helps.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally in despair. I didn't show that I was quite upset of myself, like complaining. I kept on talking, but deep inside I felt way soooo evil.&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is senile too. I wouldn't want him to be wandering around the road all alone, and lose his way. I'm seriously wondering how's the old man now. Is he home? Is he alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the language. Seriously, it's a barrier.&lt;br /&gt;I would have understood him if he speaks in English too, or Chinese or Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how many of us actually can't speak to people from other countries just because of this language thingy? I would really love to befriend some of the HK schoolmates here. But I can't speak Hokkien, and they can't speak English well. Hence the end of the friendship. It ends before it starts.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that language differs us all. But, in the end, aren't we same? We're all humans. Where's the "all men are equal"? Where's the "international friendship'?&lt;br /&gt;No doubt we can learn other languages, take up tuition or whatever shit you can do to be able to speak others' native language. However, wouldn't life be easier if all of us speak one common language?&lt;br /&gt;I would be able to help that poor old man if it wasn't for him speaking Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;Curse languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, drama exam is FINALLY over. I think I did pretty ok. Not sure though. But the teachers did say I had good focus. Hope for the best!! Got back my EAP essay mark too. Did pretty well, I think. Hehe... Now I can go on with my studies. 11 more days to exams and 18 more days to loved ones =)) [NB : this smily face doesn't apply to the exams]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/Chess%20game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/Chess%20game.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big chess game in town. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/Hendra%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/Hendra%20and%20me.2.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hendra &amp; Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just right before drama exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to walk with me all the way from Palmerston to Grattan. My make-up attracted people's attention yesterday evening. If it was not for Hendra and Jason, the world would think I'm a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who helped me with the white foundation. Aunty Anita for the bloody red lipstick and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for his attempt to calm me down before exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/Math"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/Math%27s%20lecture%20drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a drawing that I noticed on the table during Maths lecture. The penis is just sooo funny and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/640/Red%20leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/Red%20leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's winter. And the leaves are turning even redder. Was helping Stanley with his drama outside Royal Parade, and these red leaves attracted my attention. Sooo beautiful!! Ok, sorry, yes, I'm kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06-06-06. Devil's number. And last week on Thursday during accounting tutorial, we saw a whole bunch of people marching down the street with board that said "Next tuesday (666) on 11 PM, the world will meet its end." Coolness... But wait, why 11 PM? Will somebody who's nice enough explain to me why? Just leave a comment. Thanks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114958021591427292?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114958021591427292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114958021591427292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114958021591427292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114958021591427292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/06/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114916724028894497</id><published>2006-06-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:49:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're The One Mistake I Really Didn't Mind.</title><content type='html'>My brain is officially occupied now. Like, everything just combined as a piece of junk, and can't stop running around in my poor little brain.&lt;br /&gt;I've thinking bout the past and the future.&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming in 17 more days, and I haven't start revising yet. This is the moment when I feel there's too little time, but yet I want time to pass by faster so that I can go back to Sg and meet my friends, family etc. Contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;Essay worries me 'cause I'm afraid I'll not get good score for it, or even worse, fail it. Accounting essay that is still 0% currently.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Richard these few days. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;When everything's over, and yet I still squeeze my pea brain to figure out what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My sis told me that Papi mentioned how expensive studying overseas is. Heard that and I feel like going back straight away. I feel damn bad for spending so much, in both education and life expenses. I don't mind going back Indo to study at normal government school. I don't even care if I'd just go and work right now, help Papi.&lt;br /&gt;Mum is worried 'cause she thinks my social life is totally zero now.&lt;br /&gt;Online 24/7 just to talk to my sis. Staying at home at Saturday and Sunday. She thinks I'm lacking of friends here. Which is half true. I have lotsa friends, but not friends whom I can hang out with. Even though I wanna hang out with them, that doesn't mean they wanna hang out with me. Perhaps I'm just not fun enough. Too boring, too serious, whatever it is. I love the personal time, but it's getting oh-so-lonely. But 'fraid not, I'm getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo scared that I can't get into Melb Uni.&lt;br /&gt;Not only it will affect my future, it also means spending my parents' money for nothing. Not forgetting, wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for my Grandpa's health. Sis said he fell down again. Haven't got the details yet, but it makes me wanna cry when I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;Drama exam next Tuesday and I still yet to hunt for face paint, or whatever you call that. 30% of the whole English mark, and I don't want to screw this up.&lt;br /&gt;Kean just went back Malaysia and he's moving out. There goes another person that I can click well with.&lt;br /&gt;And right now the computer is fucked up. I better stop typing before the whole thing goes hang and I have to re-type all these nonsense again.&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zoe&lt;/span&gt;, cheer up girls. I'm here for u ((= As always, you can talk to me about anything. And I do mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl! Hope you like the dice &amp;amp; the awful birthday song in front of your house.&lt;br /&gt;So, Adios~&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the first winter in my life. But it was warm in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114916724028894497?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114916724028894497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114916724028894497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114916724028894497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114916724028894497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-one-mistake-i-really-didnt-mind.html' title='You&apos;re The One Mistake I Really Didn&apos;t Mind.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114878117965998555</id><published>2006-05-28T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:53:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistake.</title><content type='html'>Have been thinking about Singapore's Yellow Ribbon Project.&lt;br /&gt;'Help Unlock the Second Prison'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I don't think those ex-offenders deserve a second chance. They walk out of the prison gates with burning desire to change, so what?&lt;br /&gt;Many of the victims don't even have a second chance. Those girls who were raped, those poor souls who were murdered. Their happiness is ruined. They have lost their brightly-ahead-future. Even their own families, they are trapped in the darkness. I mean, since the ex-offenders were so selfish, why bother? They didn't think twice before committing any crimes. So, again, why bother? They didn't give anybody a second chance, so why give them a second chance? Sometimes I wonder, what if my own family members kill somebody or do anything illegal? Of course I would love the world to give him or her a second chance, but then again, do they deserve it? I have to put myself in the victims' positions. If I were them, I'll have the same burning desire too, to make the life of the offenders hell. No wonder my Mum said that if I dare to commit any crimes, she'll disown me. Forgiveness is just too tough isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my apologies to readers. I had just deleted 2 entries, not satisfied. By this rate, I'll only have 20 entries in my blog for the whole year. In fact, I only have 17 entires in my blog last year. Deleted too much of imperfections. Life is that boring. I have nothing to blog about except my crappie thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna give my friends a random update bout my life here.&lt;br /&gt;The hostel is just totally bleagh... The heater is not working, and the electricity keeps on going off out of a sudden. Helluva irritating! Not forgetting the damn weather is soo cold, and I haven't got any winter clothing. Expensive neh $$$$ I sooo hate the weather here. I miss the hot burning Indonesia and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;EAP essay is officially done!! Passed it up to Gayle 2 days earlier, cause I'm just so sick of it. Get rid of it! Get out of my sight! Now I'm all left with oh-so-fun HOI essay and so-clueless Accounting essay. After all the essays, I'll start studying for my upcoming exams right away. Not a minute to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Took a break on Friday, watched X-Men III. With the same old Palmie group plus one college square-ian. X-Men III is brilliant! Eugene said I'm not a big fan of X-Men, that's why I'm easily satisfied by it. Wrong wrong wrong! I am a fan of X-Men, just not so fanatic. I think it's even better than Da Vinci Code. 3 months, 2 movies!! Incredible!! I bet my Mum and Sis think that I'm going &lt;em&gt;ding dong&lt;/em&gt; already. Oh well, next movies on the list!! Pirates of Caribbean Dead Man's Chest, The Omen and She's the Man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 27 more days. Oh I can't wait to get all the work done and fly back to Sg.&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to my HOI essay. Going to the gym later. I love gym! ((=&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I'm not gonna delete this post. If I do, please slap me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, lapar!! I'm hungry!! Grr...Sunday just sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114878117965998555?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114878117965998555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114878117965998555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114878117965998555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114878117965998555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mistake.html' title='My Mistake.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114515139787739623</id><published>2006-04-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:23:10.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Yes, dead blog! I know. Due to lack of activity, I have no idea what am I supposed to blog 'bout.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks holiday. And trust me, I DON'T enjoy it. It has never been this boring and purposeless.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm missing school soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;Dev? Love school?! Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;Told you Melbourne does this kind of thing to me. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Boredom = spending more $$ [Cc Lani! Now I know why the hell you bought those useless sticker stuffs when you were bored!!]&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending money like water during this holiday. But of course, I do spend a couple of days going to school library to revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my Trinity card and right now I'll have to wait till they issue a new one so that I can sign up for the school gym. And yes! This means, more money spending session. But then again, maybe I'll just buy an exercise mat and go to Mer's gym once a week. I feel sooo unhealthy and fat now!! [Unlike Mr Lionel Lee who refused to admit that he gained weight. You Mr Living In Denial] OMG, what a terrible feeling. Plus, I can't sweat here!! The weather is cold and no amount of sun can make me perspire. I wanna be sticky and stinky!! God help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good here. It's just that, I'm superrr home sick.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family and friends!!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's b'cos I feel fucking lonely.&lt;br /&gt;At Singapore, whenever I was rotting, I could just call Stella or anybody else to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;Movies, shopping, Kinokuniya, dinner.&lt;br /&gt;However right here in Melbourne, there's nobody! And I do mean, nobody!&lt;br /&gt;Either they're too lazy to go out, or they're still asleep at late 2 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;This is the life of teenagers without their parents around, disorder!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and not forgetting that it is public holiday now.&lt;br /&gt;Public holiday in Singapore means chillin' out time. But right here in Melbourne, it means, peeling bananas at home. Damn it!! What is wrong with this place?!&lt;br /&gt;Shops close at fucking 5 P.M. everyday. Expensive tram tickets. And no 24/7 makan place! This is bullshit. Perhaps the only good thing that is available here is cheap large and tasty pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the hawker centre with nasi lemak, carrot cake, and prawn noodle??!! Where's the convenient and comfortable MRT?! Singapore I fucking miss you.&lt;br /&gt;The food here is rubbish&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;if you compare it with Indonesian food. I want satay, bakmi gerobak, Bakmi GM and Rojak!! I want pirated DVD that costs less than $2!!&lt;br /&gt;One more, this may sound crazy, but I do miss school uniform. Yes! The stupid green skirt! You don't have to think of what shirt to wear to school everyday. Just gotta take the damn uniform out and walah! You're off to school!!&lt;br /&gt;So children, please enjoy your secondary school life now. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm just soooo bored that I can cry right now.&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone back to Sg during this holiday. Shit fuck! 69 more days!! I'm counting down, desperately!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ros!! Why do you wanna quit blogging?! You tooty ass....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114515139787739623?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114515139787739623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114515139787739623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114515139787739623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114515139787739623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/04/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114315431643509965</id><published>2006-03-23T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:57:39.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Little.</title><content type='html'>Just another random entry. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Juniors in GESS know me. On the other hand, I know them. Conclusion, we know each other's existence.&lt;br /&gt;Either they add me in friendster, or vise-versa.&lt;br /&gt;Profiles after profiles, I noticed something alike in their profiles - they tend to expose to fellow "friendster-ers" 'bout their love-life. How much they love their partners or how heartbroken they are.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, again, commenting on people's behaviours, like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy, I am. Yeah, sorry. So just shut up and continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point number 1: Most of them are fucking 13-16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Highly important support.&lt;br /&gt;They're fucking young. Why do they wanna tie themselves down to ONE guy forever at the age of 13??!! That's totally bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the fun of teenage life is to switch partners. We have to explore. The idea of getting stuck to a guy for, let's say, 8 years, and then get married, is sooooo freaking intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;Life for teenagers should be: Study hard, date hard. But no underage sex please. Thank you very much =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point number 2: I used to be like them, well, not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;Real-life example.&lt;br /&gt;Take note!! I don't have the habits of writing 'bout my partners in one whole friendster profile!&lt;br /&gt;However I used to think that it is so fucking romantic if you get stuck to ONE guy forever. Oh man I was so hopelessly romantic. Yes, stupid indeed! I'm sorry =((&lt;br /&gt;But as I grew up, I noticed, that's so fucking boring and dumb and no-life.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love before. Once.&lt;br /&gt;But I fell in like. Alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you people one very very important thing. Falling in like sucks, but falling in love is fuck ass shit. Get it? So, be playful and be jumpy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point number 3: There's no need to tell everyone how heartbroken you are.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we the non kay-po people do not want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you're degrading yourself by telling the world that you're being dumped!&lt;br /&gt;Lose gracefully. Don't be such a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is like a game. There's a winner and a loser. If you lose, remember, lose gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 4: You'll get over it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals everything. I totally agree with this statement.&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found a new partner, you will be joyful all over again!! And the happy loving profiles will appear once again.&lt;br /&gt;Go through all the break-up procedures again. And the sad depressing profle will take over the once-happy profile.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same cycle over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it tiring to change your profile every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of discussion. I don't think I need a conclusion. Topic sentences are fair enough. [I've been paying too much attention in EAP.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people will be pissed at me when they read this entry. Ooopsss... Sue me lar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114315431643509965?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114315431643509965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114315431643509965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114315431643509965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114315431643509965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/03/say-little.html' title='Say Little.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114294856678774721</id><published>2006-03-21T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:40:20.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Pity.</title><content type='html'>You know that it is a complete irony when the closest friend ever becomes&lt;br /&gt;acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how sad is that? It is all just because of one stupid misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;It feels awkward. Nothing can be done anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's over. Friends come and go ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on! Week 2! In fact, week 3.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been the helluva irritating day ever. Well, in Melbourne, so far.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm naturally in a bad mood today, so I get irritated easily.&lt;br /&gt;The people are so fucking noisy today. Especially them!!&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna say who. But I can assure you they're a bunch of childish no-life morons.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, act your age. You guys are fucking 17 this year. Some are even 18! Grow up!!&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to listen to the lecturer and those pests just keep on giggling and talking.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking noise pollution..&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to study and they are playing right in front of your room.&lt;br /&gt;Blast the stereo and you still can hear them.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I skipped Econ lecture cause I forgot my ATM pin number.&lt;br /&gt;I know, don't laugh ok! I was merely suffering from a "brain-freeze". They were not working.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the bank, and said, "Hi, good afternoon. Er, this may sound ridiculous, but I really really forget my ATM pin number."&lt;br /&gt;And he replied, "Well, that does sound ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!! So &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt;-ing!&lt;br /&gt;I re-set my pin number. And I swear to God that I won't ever ever ever forget again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good though. Cause finally I had the chance to talk to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! The good-looking, tall, nice broad shoulder, HK guy!! =))&lt;br /&gt;He's in my Econ and HOI tutorial. And to my surprise, he's mainly in the same lectures as me! Like Accounting,today, I was so excited to see him!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha =D Nope I don't like him. Neither do I have a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;He's just an eye-candy. One of those cute people who makes your school life interesting =)&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I'll be seeing him again for Maths lecture on Wednesday, HOI tutorial on Thursday and Econ lecture on Friday. Hooray to HK guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, here's my lifestyle here. I reach home at 6 PM everyday. I bathe and dine and go to bed. I wake up at 10 PM and study or do my work all the way till morning. I'm just wondering, am I killing myself this way? Or is it a much better way than mugging right from you reach home til 3AM in the morning. Anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better stop buying chips and orange juice. I've been eating too much junk food here. I mean, the weather is cold, and we get hungry real fucking easily. Maybe I should smoke to keep myself warm and thin? Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'm gonna have fruits whenever my mouth feel itchy. Vic market this saturday!! Hazel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my long hair =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of the day people! Sam's birthday party on Saturday. He's the one with the brown stripes shirt, in front, beside me. So, let's wish him &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sam!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/Sam"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/Sam%27s%20birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114294856678774721?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114294856678774721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114294856678774721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114294856678774721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114294856678774721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-pity.html' title='It&apos;s A Pity.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114216243891927016</id><published>2006-03-12T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:42:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/CIMG7080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/CIMG7080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My fellow Palmerston - I'm loving them and thankful for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been here, in Melbourne, for almost a month. Yes people, 30 days!&lt;br /&gt;30 days pass by so slowly. It feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family, most importantly.&lt;br /&gt;Miss those time when I had my Sis to sleep besides me.&lt;br /&gt;Miss those time when I disturbed my Bro while he was sleeping or studying.&lt;br /&gt;Miss those time when I learnt cooking from my dearest Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Miss those time when my Dad lectured us at the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing that I don't miss at all. Quarrel with my Mum. It had been a daily routine for us. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. The people here are nice. I made dozens of new friends. They treat me well. They're friendly and sociable. They're fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing beats the time when I was in GESS, crapping with my fellow schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Adhi and Stella. The best 2 that I'm really officially missing now.&lt;br /&gt;My bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;They had been there for me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Adhi who let me cried in his bedroom early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Stella who is willing to give up her studying time just to cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lovers that support my decisions no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I pour out all my grievance and happiness to them.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't trade them for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the food!&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, whatever it is. Carrot-cake, prawn noodle, Sushi Tei, Es Teler 77 etc...&lt;br /&gt;And the number 1 on top of the list is, my Mum's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for it. I need it badly. Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not missing Orchard at all. I love the city. Vibrant, spacious and scenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might be going back during my June holiday. 2 weeks [stingy]&lt;br /&gt;23rd June till 10th July.&lt;br /&gt;There's list of things I will do once I reach S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shop, the goods here are highly expensive. *Drop dead*&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat my Mum's cooking everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bang Sushi Tei! Highly important!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna visit my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna visit GESS and my fellow ELDDS people.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch movie with my Sis, if she's not too busy with her school work.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope Dad will be in Singapore by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School! Officially open!&lt;br /&gt;Loving it. It's a good experience. 18 years, never in my life I've been so motivated to study.&lt;br /&gt;Why, cause nobody will be forcing and pushing me to study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has his or her own responsibilty.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it will stay this way throughout my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Realising that within 4 or 5 years, I will be officially retiring from school-life, it intimidates me.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give the bestest of my heart in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;My parents have spent good money on my education. It is my duty to repay them by obtaining a result that will make them proud.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me people, readers, friends, family. I'm gonna give my best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S. My oh my, such a serious post. So not me -__-" But I mean it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114216243891927016?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114216243891927016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114216243891927016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114216243891927016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114216243891927016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-here.html' title='Life Here.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114163643741009704</id><published>2006-03-06T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:16:29.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Ros chose me. So, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perfect Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice smile is a plus point. I have fetish of guys who have charming smile like Shah and Syaq. One smile from them and my heart will melt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must be hyper active. I don't like dead guy, though I can be dead sometimes. I mean, hyper guys lift up my spirit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must be as sweet as honey. Not romantic! Romantic is mushy. But sweet is just....sweet! Those stuffs that melt in your heart, that's sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honesty. It's a MUST policy. I won't be angry if suddenly my bf changes feeling. Just be honest, what's the reason behind it, and I'll let go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He must be able to tolerate my lame-ness and overboard jokes. Cause, I always joke without thinking twice whether it will offend anybody. Oooppsss....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to cook is another plus point. Cook for me please. I'm very picky and particular 'bout food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me my freedom!! My own space!! Don't sms me 24hrs just to tell me you miss me or love me or bla bla bla. These are stuffs that need not to be mentioned. And don't expect me to meet you every single day. Cause it's freaking irritating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be able to talk to me non-stop. Respond to anything that I've said. Don't just keep quiet. It's boring.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'm done. And I'm suppose to choose the next 8 people right? They are : &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shella&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr Hard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Verapun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Elijah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meriana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leilani&lt;/span&gt; [my idiotic sis] End~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114163643741009704?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114163643741009704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114163643741009704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114163643741009704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114163643741009704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-114137761528690974</id><published>2006-03-03T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:43:21.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 posts missing, I know. Deleted it. Why? Cause I don't like it. I discharge stuffs that I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough?&lt;br /&gt;And also because, I simply made grave mistakes in the previous post. Not gonna say what, so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's start! *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is out today!&lt;br /&gt;Freaking time-table. Insane I tell ya! Had been looking for someone who is in the same EAP class with me. And I found one! Nicholas!! I love you dude =P *Psst.. He's kinda cute*&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him that well. But at least, there's one Palmerston with me.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Jennings is not my LIT lecturer. Like, WTF!! I want him! Good thing I have Maureen Vincent as my Psychology lecturer. She's hilarious. Oh! Not forgetting Mary Zafirakis, my Account lecturer. She's just sooo adorable, but mental. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Classes are held in some unknown places. I have to go and find out tomorrow where exactly they are. Damn it..&lt;br /&gt;Enough 'bout this. Let's get back to the main point. My birthday surprise party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/DSC00239.0.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday cake. Too sweet, I agree. But I love Hazel for choosing such a lovely cake for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/DSC00237.1.jpg" width="50" border="0" /&gt;Poof! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/dPICT0005.0.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh? O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/IMG_0873.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gaya donk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/IMG_0877.0.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No idea what caption to put.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Palmerston Girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/03032006.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Presenting, my birthday gift! This freaking bag costs &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUD 59.95&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Which means &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S71.94&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Thanks guys... Love~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/04032006%28001%29.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esprit wallet from Herman =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-114137761528690974?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/114137761528690974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=114137761528690974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114137761528690974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/114137761528690974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/03/errors.html' title='Errors.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113954066800423095</id><published>2006-02-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:21:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips. My Tips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;V-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming.&lt;br /&gt;MSN nicks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Will you be my Valentine?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Anyone free on Valentine Day?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fuck off Valentine."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Damn, dateless on Valentine Day."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I wanna be your Valentine."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We're so far apart. It will be one lonely Valentine this year."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie, here's the deal, I have no fucking idea why everyone is so keen of Valentine Day?! Can't get a date? Big deal. I don't have a date. And let me tell you, boyfriends after boyfriends, I have never celebrate Valentine before. Why? Cause it's a L-A-M-E day. Why waste $$ to buy incredibly expensive gifts for your partner when in the end, you guys break up? Damn I will be crying over the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rather than the break-up [I know right, so evil.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe [take note : MAYBE], I'll celebrate V-day with my husband / husbands [God knows how many husbands I'll have next time] only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie, nevermind 'bout that. That's only my opinion. Some might disagree. So, here am I, trying to give tips for those guys out there who wanna impress girls [or &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] during V-day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls like me and Stella [the not romantic people] do not appreciate guys who give flowers during V-day. Why? Old-fashioned. Flowers are meant to be thrown away at the end of the day. Carrying flowers around Orchard Road is so &lt;em&gt;ma fan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expensive jewelry or iPod or Handphones. Girlfriends who accept the bling-bling[s] are not that good of a person. Expensive means $100+ I know some people can go to the extend of spending $1000+ Why? Why? Wanna show off? Sorry, we're not impressed. By accepting those gifts, it's a clear msg sent, "I'm only after the $$$"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boxes of chocolate sent home. Want us to get fat is it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tickets to Japan [or anywhere]. Wanna fuck us? Spit it out. Don't use this "I wanna spend my V-day with you, at a special place" reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star gazing at the beach. I rather go peel bananas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, stuffs that will really make some girls [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;] go "aww" are.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nice dinner. Okie, obviously not hawker centre. But he doesn't need to reserve the whole restaurant or go to Crystal Jade. Seoul Garden or sushi [my favourite, duh...] is fair enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A day out at the Theme Park. Ride Roller Coaster together. That will be extremely sweet. Seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare a nice romantic dinner at home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;COOK IT YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! or perhaps, cook together. Create the right ambience. It's a way to show you really do care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy her favourite band album. You can just burn one. But make sure you give your best in decorating the CD cover. That shows that you've really put in efforts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rent DVD-s after DVD-s. Stay at home, watch all of them, together. Cuddle up. Popcorn. Pizza. Wine. Whatever. It will be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okie, this one is a bit out of the question. Perhaps, collect your old clothes, sew them into a pouch or anything for your girlfriend. It's not meant to be used [maybe she can, if she wants to], but to be kept as a sweet memory that actually there's a guy who bothers to sew for her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your girlfriend is that type who likes to read a lot, bring her to the book store. Let her choose any books she wants, and pay for it. Yeah, this is only for those who are filthy rich, cause apparently, books aren't that cheap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint a portrait of her, by YOURSELF. Don't ask her to pose for you. Paint her according to your own memory, what you remember her as.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compile all your photos with her in a photo album, in a creative way. But of course, make sure you already have a hell lots of photo taken with her. 50 photos are too little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go. Don't you think it's so much better than giving flowers and jewels? I mean, it costs so much cheaper and more creative [well, not all]. Think creative boys. I would like to wish all of you Happy V-day in advance, and goodluck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning: These suggestions do not work on every single girls. Different people need different approach. So please classify your date carefully. Any misfortune I will not be responsible. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 more days. Damn I'm loving John Legend. He was simply fabulous at the Grammy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113954066800423095?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113954066800423095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113954066800423095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113954066800423095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113954066800423095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/02/tips-my-tips.html' title='Tips. My Tips.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113880396394665767</id><published>2006-02-02T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:25:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult. Very Difficult.</title><content type='html'>So my mum was ironing my Dad's shirt. And I told her, "The idea of having my own kids is so &lt;em&gt;ma fan&lt;/em&gt; and intimidating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, I'll have heart attack every year when my child's result is out. I'll be too afraid to look at the report book, not even a peek. Is it an A or F? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I have a boy, I'll be worried that he'll make a girl pregnant. But if I have a girl, I'll be worried she'll get pregnant before marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if my baby smoke? Take drugs? Rape? Fuck it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if my kid grows up to be erm..erm...ugly [no offence to some people] Get mocked at everyday in school. No boyfriend or girlfriend. No husband and wife. I've seen how my friends mocked people who are fat and not-so-pretty. Call them &lt;em&gt;yao guai &lt;/em&gt;/ freak. I don't want my kids to be called freaks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if they become lesbian or gay? Jesus lord please help me. *Namo Namo*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if they can't get a job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if they do illegal business to earn easy-money. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if they're born disabled. I can't take care of them for the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if they're overly under pressure and eventually commit suicide. I'll be guilty for the rest of my life then. Even though it's not entirely my fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if they become &lt;em&gt;sampah masyarakat&lt;/em&gt;? [I don't know the English, go check it out yourself.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, 10 &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERFECT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reasons. It's not during the 9 months of pregnancy. It's what your kids will eventually become in the future. Agree? AYE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113880396394665767?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113880396394665767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113880396394665767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113880396394665767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113880396394665767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/02/difficult-very-difficult.html' title='Difficult. Very Difficult.'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113875856805127273</id><published>2006-02-01T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:23:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof.. Woof..</title><content type='html'>What? I'm back &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; bitches! Miz me? I know you do. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;For those idiots who don't know, I went back to Indo on 26th for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;AngBao-s!! BaKwa-s!! Come to think of it, not much BaKwa-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh ya, CNY. Didn't get that much angbao. Why?! Mer said economic crisis. Humpf... Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;The same old guests visited us. Relatives and Dad's employee, Hendra and family. Brought his 2nd child Marvin. Adorable =) Mum, Sis and Bro claimed that Devi [his first child] was super irritating. Don't think so. Just shy, I suppose. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests of the year 2006 are my cousins! From my mum's side. Had not meet them for almost 4-5 years. Amazing. Always get to see their older brothers cause they work for my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, they've changed soooo much. Like, really tall and nice bod-s. Especially Didi =) LungLung is tall and I'm so freaking jealous. He's 170+!! Not fair, we're of the same age =(&lt;br /&gt;Didn't recognize them at first. Until I saw Koko YangYang and Koko Wiwi, then I know they're LungLung and Didi. Haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That idiot LungLung said I will be perfect if I'm taller. &lt;em&gt;Walao&lt;/em&gt;!! Are you praising me pretty or insulting me short? [kidding =P] It's like, +1 + -1 = 0 Good point + Bad point =no point&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Noni came with her husband and kid, first time man!! Haha, used to think she was too afraid to give AngBao-s to us. She only has one kid and there are 3 of us. Profits! Wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry's wife, Kolivia was present too. I must say, she looks so much better without the thick make-up that she had during her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Indo, means, MORE DVD-S!! Bought Proof, In her Shoes, Walk the Line, My Big Fat Independent Movie and many more. I think I spent less than S$10 on all these. Oh I love Indo. &lt;em&gt;Tanah Air gue&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at Indo was spent riding on my cousin's motorcycle. My first time you know! Like, so exciting =DD I know, &lt;em&gt;norak banget deh&lt;/em&gt;. What to do. Since I was a kid, I always think that motorcycle is too big and too tall for me to ride. Anyway, I wanna ride on it again =) Fun. Didn't dare to let go off my hands from my cousin's shoulder at first. But eventually, I did let go and didn't grab anything to balance myself. It's like, actually, there's nothing to be balanced about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm left with 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A day out with Nadz to cut my hair [NEW HAIRSTYLE! WEE =D] Wanna cut it short but so many are against it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another day out to dine out with Stella and Xue Er. Forget 'bout Zhi Min. That ass is too busy with NS life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hunt hand luggage with Mum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a copy of bank draft with Mum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay at home on 11th. It's my habit not to go out with any friends one day before I'm leaving on a plane. Strictly family only. Besides, I need to pack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe staying at home on 10th. Dad will be coming to Sg on the 10th.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another day out with Sis to get a new MP3/new IC. If can I want both &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; But since it's my own fault, perhaps I'll just get my MP3 next year. Cause I feel so guilty for spending 100 bucks to get a brand new PR IC. Come to think of it, my Dad is gonna put my surname on the passport [which originally is not available] Should I wait till I renew my passport, and have my beautiful cool surname on my IC? But I'll be back only at the end of the year. Shit...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving one day out to hang out with Syaq and Eli. But this is not confirmed yet. According to Syaq, Eli lost his phone. Makes it difficult to contact him. Damn...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, 3 days left. What should I do? Sleep somemore! *Grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113875856805127273?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113875856805127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113875856805127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113875856805127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113875856805127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/02/woof-woof.html' title='Woof.. Woof..'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113802023671937035</id><published>2006-01-23T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:53:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overly Hyper Active</title><content type='html'>Fuck! I was out with Nadiah today. We were looking for the new shopping centre at North Bridge Road, called Icon.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was standing outside Bugis Junction, looking around. Then there were 2 idiots running towards us. They were like so freaking excited to meet us. He wanted donation. Alright, being a kind soul, I did gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction: OMG!! You're the first person who is willing to donate. You're so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed his very own palm, and placed it against my cheek. Ya' know, transfer his kisses. I know right. What the FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Worst, he hugged me! Kissed my hand too. And said "Please be my girlfriend. Please. You're such an angel."&lt;br /&gt;Then he kept on pulling my hand, like he didn't want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;"Come, I wanna give u a kiss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, seriously, I have a very weak heart. And I was almost fucking dead. From heart attack. Nadz said she was stunned too. Like, jaws opened. God help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new shopping centre was fine. Loud musics. Pretty stuffs. Small though. I wanna go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jia Hong yesterday. He looked like some ex-convict with his NPCC shirt. White T-shirt and white shorts. Huh? -___-" Why are you so loyal to GESS? Enough already 'bout that school. I hate it. By the way, Hong! I love your hairy leg!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, saw a few familiar faces. Farah, Naomi, Vivianne. Hugged and got hugged. Sweet =) Walked around the school. Nadz and me were laughing our asses off. So much changes. Anyway, pun, what's with the yellow line on da stairs dude? Does anybody really actually follow the arrows?? Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a couple of students, the Sec 1s and 2s. It is amazing how the young girls differ from us last time. Nadz and me were super tomboy. We loathed anything that was associated with PINK! Hated handbags and skirts. But as we got older, somehow, we learnt how to appreciate those "girly-stuffs" But the girls now, are so overly matured. At the age of 11 or 12, they start using mini-skirt, lip-gloss, make-up and handbags, not forgetting the heels. I mean, c'mon, why do you wanna grow up that fast. I was super disgusted when I see these types of girls on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I only started using all these stuffs last year. 17 years old. LATE 17 years old! Which means, end of the year. Amazing, isn't it? Haha =D Oh ya, but I still don't like wearing skirts. I rather wear jeans and T-shirts =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how oldies wanna be young and youngsters wanna be old. Crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, William msg me in friendster! OMG you mother-fucker. Do you have any idea how much I miss you, bastard! Why must you be always such a dick! Come and go whenever you want. The tsunami got you. Are you okie baby? One whole freaking year. In fact, almost two years! Please let me see you before I'm leaving on a jet plane [jet plane. Huh? O.o] I miss you bro. Love, always =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exactly 3 more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113802023671937035?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113802023671937035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113802023671937035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113802023671937035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113802023671937035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/overly-hyper-active.html' title='Overly Hyper Active'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113764224325192450</id><published>2006-01-18T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:22:55.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Cry</title><content type='html'>Woke up early in the morning [not completely early, 8 A.M.]&lt;br /&gt;Went to the market with my mami. First, headed to Red Hill Market. Bought shorts, 3 for $10. Got some sweets for CNY too. Sis loves those sweets.&lt;br /&gt;After that, off we went to Tiong Bahru market. Had our breakfast there. I had Nasi Lemak and Prawn noodle for my mami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakking away. Then, 3 poor souls approached us. Don't think they know each other. 2 of them were selling tissues and 1 just begging for money. I didn't bring much money. In fact, I never carry any cash if I were out with mami. $2 was all I had. I gave it to one of them, the beggar. I felt so bad to the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;Then mami said "think you gave to the wrong person. He seems fit enough to find job"&lt;br /&gt;So I told her "it's not 'bout who is worth giving to. We're financially better, so we got to help them. $2 means a lot to them. If only I brought more money."&lt;br /&gt;There were times at Indonesia, I really wanted to give those poor beggars money. Beggars are everywhere in Indonesia. But I couldn't. I never carry my own cash. I'm always with my mami or sis whenever I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;Mami claimed that beggars in Indonesia are not easy to please. You give one of them, the whole &lt;em&gt;kampung &lt;/em&gt;of beggars will follow you, demanding equal amount of money from you. Gee, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy always carry a stack of small change Rp 1000 whenever he goes to the temple. He'll distribute the money to all those beggars. The funny thing is, those beggars are always lining up, waiting for their turns to get money from my dad. Funny isn't it? Reminds me of food ration during the war time. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy told mami once, there is this particular woman. She doesn't seem to be at her 20 or 30. Maybe she's just as old as me. Everyday she will hang around at the temple my Dad always go to beg for money, with her baby. And Mami said, "She seems to have given birth to a lot of children." Cause the babies never seem to grow. Obviously she has been reproducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's the thing about these people. They're poor, no income, can't even provide a proper meal for one child and yet they just keep on giving birth. What? Too horny? C'mon man.&lt;br /&gt;I bet their lifestyles are all the same. Eat, fuck, beg. Eat, fuck, beg. Not that I'm insulting. I may sound like a bitch. But it's true. Some don't even have a home, and they just happily giving birth to almost a dozen of children. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;This is a common sight in Indonesia. I'm not exaggerating. You see beggars with 3 babies. What the fuck? I don't even think I wanna give birth.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the interesting fact. Some babies or children are actually not theirs. Not that they're too kind to adopt them, but in fact, using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories of children being kidnapped and limbs cut off are true. They're used as begging machine. Money that they get is not theirs. Their jobs are to beg for more money and hand it over to the bastards who kidnapped them. If there's any day that those poor children could not get any money, they'll get beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, sometimes I wonder, what the hell is wrong with those beasts? Don't they feel guilty? Cutting off limbs from innocent lives is just so....so....so...not right! [I don't even know what word to use]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doa mohon kutukan untuk mereka&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope in their next 5 lives, they'll be born animals, or handicapped. Best is, they'll be the next who get their limbs cut off and thrown out to the road to beg for money. They don't deserve to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna go swimming!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113764224325192450?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113764224325192450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113764224325192450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113764224325192450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113764224325192450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-can-cry.html' title='I Can Cry'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113741320376672219</id><published>2006-01-16T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:11:50.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>First thing first, I would like to tell everyone that I'm fucking tired!! My energy has been drained. I shopped like nobody business at Bugis Village today. Spent more than 100 bucks on pants, shirts, rings, earrings and winterwear. Guilty! I'm so gonna lock myself up in the room so that I will not spend anymore money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion. I've been meeting people whom I adore for the past few days. For example, I met Syaq in grocery shop on Saturday. He was with his dad. And I was with my mami. He looked fine. And that's a relief. I was supposed to meet him on Friday, together with Eli and Lee. But Eli couldn't make it so we cancelled the whole plan. I guess this means we are fated to meet each other? =) Couldn't meet him on Friday, so God arranged for us to meet on Saturday. Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just yesterday, I met Nataleo! Goodness! It has been almost 2 years since I last met him. He has grown horizontally =P He called my name in the middle of the crowd. And I'm glad he did. I really do miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I hang out at Pacific Cafe with Mrs Song [at the airport] She is my ex-tuition teacher. I simply adore her. She taught me when I was in Primary School but quit her job cause she was too busy with her three children. She brought Wayne [3rd child] along. So adorable. He kept on playing with my hand. Mrs Song changed a whole lot. Feminine. We chatted for hours. She treated me coffee in return of my gifts for her. How sweet is she =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, among all the reunions, I like yesterday's the best. Reunion on MSN. With Syaq, my boo. My oh~ my oh~ [remember syaq? *winks*] We chatted for long hours. I wanted to sleep but I just couldn't stop typing. It has been a long time since we chatted for hours! We discussed 'bout the past, our past. How we met and got so close. I was smiling throughout the whole conversation. He could see me smiling! Webcam session. But he doesn't have one. So I was not able to see him. So unfair! I'll get you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we meet? Well, it started off from Matt, Syaq's nephew. He was in the same cca as me, my junior. He introduced me to Syaq through msn. And we became close ever since =) I remember my first reaction. "Huh? Uncle? In sec 4? Wah, how old is he man?" Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, he is the very few people that I can *click* well with. In fact, the 2nd one. I've never been that close to stranger [I hadn't met him yet by that point of time] His nick, supposed to be "Sephia" A character in a song. He changed it to Devian [the name he gave] =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we agreed to meet in school. So many times in canteen, I tried to find him among the crowd. But I just couldn't find him [I wasn't sure which one is him] We sms-ed during recess time, "where are you? can't find you." In the end, Mohsen brought us together [sounds so drama -___-"] I'll be honest. He was nothing like I expected. He's so much cuter. Matt is cute. But I didn't expect him to be cuter!! First time we met, he passed me a bracelet, as a birthday present, which was soooo way over. But I appreciate it =) Sweet guy. He was so shy. I could see it. He smiled with his cute little dimples. Then recess was over. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our conversation, sms-ed. In class [Like the countless sms-es before that day wasn't enough -__-" and countless testimonials on friendster] He said I have a nice pair of eyes =D Compliment. Haha =P Like cats' eyes. And he loved it [do you still like them?] So I told him, "and you have a super duper nice smile" I named it Sunshine Smile.&lt;br /&gt;Then! He invited me to watch him playing soccer after school. So I did, together with my report book. We exchanged. I love watching at him, chasing after the ball, like a small kid. I told him. He said "malu ah, I was sweating." But I love to see him sweats! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Since then, looking at him playing soccer had been a must-do thing after school. Everytime it rained, I thought "damn, no soccer." Crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him around the end of semester 4. Holiday was around the corner. Unfortunately, students who were supposed to take O's the year after, were asked to come back to school for 3 weeks remedial. Loathe. But I did go back to school, just to meet him everyday after remedial. We promised =) I bought a bracelet for him too. Passed it to him, hoping that he would like it. He did =) He wore it =))&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I call him my boo. Cause that song "My boo" by Alicia Keys and Usher was so popular. Why do I call him that, was because I knew him on the exact same day I first heard that song. No particular meaning, just felt like calling him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Matt told me on MSN, that my boo seldom sms. But he made it exceptional, for me. I was touched =) I didn't know he was really into this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking on the phone more often. First, Matt, Syaq and me. Then slowly, Syaq and me only. For so many hours, at night. Plus countless sms for the whole day, non-stop. Poems, stories and experiences. We shared them. Without fail, every conversation, he would ask me to stop and take a drink cause I tend to cough a lot. Strepsils too! He passed to me whenever I had sore throat. And when my friend asked for it, I always tell her, "not this one, I'll get another one tomorrow. This is for me ONLY." I know, how..dumb. Hahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, I was having a super bad tummy-ache in the middle of the night. It was so painful, that I was admitted to the hospital. The first person I sms-ed was my boo, Syaq. I typed "SYAQ!!" That's all. It was puasa month. He replied to me 5 plus in the morning. I told him I was in the hospital. Gastric infection. And he visited me after sholat =) Sweet. At night, I couldn't sleep, I called him. He was at Alex's chalet. And we chatted over the phone. He sound so high. So I asked "Are you drunk?" He was shock. "I'm a Muslim" Haha.. Sorry, but you really sound so high... That was 2 a.m. in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out. Back to school for remedial. One stupid particular day, I was sooo freaking lazy to go to school. But he told me he was going! So I went. Then, during class, he sms-ed me, said he wasn't going! I was like "ARGH!! Curse you Syaq!" Not angry, just disappointed. Lied to me =(&lt;br /&gt;Trick, he was there. After school, in front of my class, smirking like an evil witch. And he said " Never trust a trickster" &lt;em&gt;Walao&lt;/em&gt;! Cheat my feeling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me too, that I remind him of this particular girl he used to like. Both Indo-chinese. Short and &lt;em&gt;tembam&lt;/em&gt; cheek. Flattered? Not really. I felt bad, that my presence had to remind him of her. I almost wanted to avoid him. But not in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! The CD-s I burned for him. Compilation of Indo songs. So far I gave him 2. The 3rd one is coming. He gave a CD too. Full of Nirvana's masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Indo. I called him once in a while. Wanted to talk to him. I missed him. I think I developed a crush on him. Oopss..&lt;br /&gt;I was reading his blog. He wrote something 'bout me. Wanted me to be back at Sg. I was smiling when I was reading that particular entry =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to Clarke Quay last time. Sat at the bridge, talked. Went to the super old Kinokuniya. Got scoled by the security guard for sitting on the stage. And looked at the rain-drops together. Once, it was raining heavily. He told me he loved the rain. In fact, he still loves it. So I took a pic of the rain with my camera phone, sent mms to him. And he told me he liked the title of the pic. "Took this especially for my boo" One fine evening, he told me he wanted a pic of me, claimed he forgot how I look! Broke my heart you know. I took a photo, sent it and he told me he liked my smile =) Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School re-opened. We drew each other's name on our tables. Of course there were others' too. Like Mohsen, Elijah, Ari on my table. His, Charmaine, Nyca and so on.. His was the most special one, had a shark, trying to swallow his name. Love it =) I bet he loved it too. Didn't you my boo? =))&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, he was super close to Char. I was jealous when he wore the ring Char gave her but not the bracelet I gave him. I remember one of my friend asked "Why look so gloomy?" I said "Syaq lar! Friend-sist!" Hehehe =P&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he confessed that he deliberately did that! Wanted to see my reaction. &lt;em&gt;Walao&lt;/em&gt;! Cheat my feeling again =(&lt;br /&gt;We even watched Shark Tale together. Cause shark sounds so much alike like his name, Syaq =) He was uber late. He got to venue wrong. After movie, went to Clarke Quay again!! Love that night.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I was beginning to like him. But decided not to do anything bout it. Didn't want to ruin our precious friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not all. About our favourite numbers too. His is 11. Mine is 18. Matt's 7. And Syaq told me "11+7=18" That was...wow! Haha =D Not forgetting his all time favourite beauty, Michelle Branch. Because of him, I'm loving Michelle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, mid, somehow we drifted apart. I was too busy with my own boyfriend [we broke up already] I sort of brushed him aside, together with Mohsen, Matt and Eli. Guilty =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's conversation had made me realised how good life it when I met him. I'm thankful for it. I have a wonderful boo. If I could go back to the past, I would bring Syaq along with me. We'll sit at the corner, witnessing our pasts together =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're reading this my boo. Actually, you &lt;strong&gt;MUST &lt;/strong&gt;read this! This is for you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113741320376672219?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113741320376672219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113741320376672219' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113741320376672219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113741320376672219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113725064249560688</id><published>2006-01-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:39:27.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whore</title><content type='html'>A she-john.&lt;br /&gt;That's what they call them in Duece Bigalow. In another word, prositution.&lt;br /&gt;Get Real featured the market of prositution in Batam. The girls are only 16. And the men who are fucking them are mostly 30 to 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said, "why are those men so inhuman?"&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why. Inhuman? No they are not inhuman. They're men! They have dick. Itchy dicks. And what dicks do are to insert themselves into vaginas. Am I not right? It's never wrong for them to be horny. They're born that way. If any guys have ever tell you they never think about sex, well, they're liars. Of course I wouldn't want my husband going around lying on top of those whores. I'll make sure I'll satisfy him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Real carried out a survey, will imposing heavy penalty will help to reduce the increasing purchase of prostitution. I say, maybe yes maybe no. But most probably no.&lt;br /&gt;Not all prostitutes are forced to be in this line. Some did it cause they're poor. They only want to earn extra bucks to help with the family financial problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some did it cause they just want to purchase branded goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this article in Gatra. Some students in Indonesia sell themselves for a price of 200 000 Rp per night, just to pay their hp bill! 200 000 Rp = $33 See what I mean? Now who's to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were raped before, and they began to think it doesn't matter anymore. Since they were fucked once, why not another one? Besides, people say it's an enjoyable thing to do. But since they're providing pleasure for others, they must be given good advantage too. The bling bling. People love money. They'll just do anything for it. And I can't deny that I love money too. Bring them to mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, why not make prostitution a career? Just make sure each of them has a license to make it legal. They're just trying to earn extra and easy bucks. Why stop them? If they don't like it, get another job then. If you put a stop in prostitution, those poor souls will have no income no more. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when prostitutes decide to have a family, will their husbands mind? For having an ex-whore, a non-virgin who had slept with many men, as his wife? Will their children be ashamed when they know they have she-johns as their mothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case any of you are wondering whether I will be a pros one day,well, the answer is no. But I think I'll be a sugarbaby for sugardaddy wannabes. Don't get it? Well, it means, those older men pay for me. Somewhere between a mistress and a pros. Call me slut, call me shallow, call me whatever you want. It's the money that counts. Money makes the world goes round =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113725064249560688?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113725064249560688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113725064249560688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113725064249560688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113725064249560688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/whore.html' title='A Whore'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113680861339097923</id><published>2006-01-09T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T04:30:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Irritating</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, where do I begin. Today has been one of the most irritating day. The people, the weather, basically everything!&lt;br /&gt;It was raining [again!!]. It has been raining and raining and raining. Okie, I love rain. But not when it appears every now and then. Worst! Everyday! Stuck at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out with my mum today. It was either me or the people that really made me feel so damn irritated. Nope it's not PMS. It's not the time yet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through Wisma Astria [and I saw Xiao Xuan and Denver!] with my mum. It was crowded, as usual. Then there were 3 twits strolling in front of me. First thing first: Hello? It was fucking crowded. Can't you see the traffic behind? Walk faster &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! That, I still can tolerate. Halfway, they stopped! I assume they saw this shirt that attracted their attention. And they don't have the fucking brain to get lost from the passage way! They stood there, like idiots, talking among themselves. How fucking stupid are they?! So, at this point of time, my blood was boiling. I bumped into one of them[purposely] and said "&lt;em&gt;Walao,&lt;/em&gt; damn inconsiderate &lt;em&gt;le" &lt;/em&gt;I'm not quite sure whether they get that, but some people did [cause they looked at me].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I took MRT [going home] Reached Outram and I walked towards the door. Ya know 'bout the yellow line right? You're suppose to stand behind the yellow line. Not only for your own safety but also to let the passengers in the train to alight first. However, there was this motherfucker! I don't know whether she was just plain stupid or what, she barged her way in. Not forgetting it was quite crowded. So, as usual, I bumped into her [deliberately]. And still, she dared to show me a dirty look! Seriously, how inconsiderate can she be?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you will say "&lt;em&gt;Aiya, &lt;/em&gt;maybe you're like that also." But trust me, I'm not! I can swear to God, I always stand behind the yellow line. Even though I'm not, I always let those people who are inside the train to alight first.&lt;br /&gt;The society has some serious attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's two. Moving on! Last one.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, my pants was soaking wet. It was raining cats and dogs. Once I reached home, I opened the fridge. I was thirsty, trying to find something to drink. Then, I realised there was no more milk for tonight. So I called my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lix, go buy milk.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Why me? I'm wearing home clothes &lt;em&gt;ler&lt;/em&gt;. You're still wearing your outside clothes what. You go buy&lt;em&gt; lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, I began to feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: My pants is wet &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; god damn it. I want to change. If I changed, I'll be in my home clothes also what.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Then you go buy &lt;em&gt;lar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's wrong with using home clothes. It's only downstairs. Still in Pearl Bank what.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Don't want&lt;em&gt; lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, I went into my room, changed into my home clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah! I'm wearing my home clothes also.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: But yours nevermind what. Mine is so &lt;em&gt;malu-ing ler&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine! I buy, but don't you dare drink the milk!&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Fine &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Why am I so angry, is because, IT'S ONLY DOWNSTAIRS! Too embarrassing to wear your home clothes?! Then go use your best shirt &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Go down and buy the milk! Grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113680861339097923?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113680861339097923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113680861339097923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113680861339097923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113680861339097923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/freaking-irritating.html' title='Freaking Irritating'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113655535134777981</id><published>2006-01-06T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:56:27.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Shock</title><content type='html'>Alright, I was chatting with Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros: Now GESS crazy y'know..it's like..&lt;br /&gt;Ros: The teachers..we should address them as coaches&lt;br /&gt;Ros: LAME...&lt;br /&gt;Ros: Super lame...&lt;br /&gt;Me: COACHES??&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF&lt;br /&gt;Me: example?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Coach Mui??&lt;br /&gt;Ros: yeah larg..YAH..WTF right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go -___-"&lt;br /&gt;Calling teachers coaches is so un cool. What the hell is the school thinking? Making GESS into 'Coach Carter situation'????&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine calling anybody with Chinese surnames as coaches. You get my point right? In movies, it's always Coach William, Coach Carter, Coach Boom. But Coach Kang?! Coach Tan?! [okie, Tan doesn't sound that bad.] Euuu...[in a bitchy manner]&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Melisa told me that they don't call Chair Person as Chair Person anymore. They call them, Team Captain. Seriously, something's crazy going on in GESS. And I thank God that I'm out of that school already. Team Captain??!! Are you serious? You think what? Basketball team is it? I'm gonna have a heart attack soon.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I laughed out loud when I heard 'bout that. *Giggle* In fact, I almost died from excessive laughing. Hahaha.... =D Oh I love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why must we call the teachers coaches. For fun? Respect? Cool? I asked Ros, but she said the D.M didn't say anything. Then!! Stella gave a funny yet reasonable answer.&lt;br /&gt;She claimed that it is to make those "virgin or unvirgin unmarried female teachers" to feel better. Don't understand? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;Last time, &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; school called the fellow teachers, Mr, Mrs, Mdm, or Miss.&lt;br /&gt;There's no problem with Mr. We called all the male teachers Mr.&lt;br /&gt;When a female teacher was called Mdm or Mrs, that means, she's married.&lt;br /&gt;Miss, that's the problem. Ya know how students used to call teachers &lt;em&gt;lao chu nu&lt;/em&gt;. That means, they're not married. That's why they are called Miss.&lt;br /&gt;But now, a new resolution has arrived. &lt;em&gt;Ta Da!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By calling all the teachers Coaches, nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever know that those &lt;em&gt;lao chu nu&lt;/em&gt; are not married. Wah! Good right? All in favour?&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? Start calling all of your teachers Coaches &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; GESS is sooo creative.&lt;br /&gt;I just love Stella for her crazy ideas. Tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just for random information. I sent Herman off yesterday. He's in Melbourne right now. It will be my turn soon. Exactly 5 more weeks! That's fast. Gee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113655535134777981?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113655535134777981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113655535134777981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113655535134777981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113655535134777981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/total-shock.html' title='Total Shock'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113621596101671779</id><published>2006-01-02T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T06:03:37.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The King and The Queen</title><content type='html'>After knowing that the Director of King Kong is Peter Jackson, I decided to watch it in the cinema [with Stella]. I mean, hello? Peter Jackson! The genius who directed Lord of The Ring Trilogy! How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;Comments of the movie King Kong, by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depressing [I almost cried okie!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naomi Watts looks like Nicole Kidman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adrien Brody is charming [Just realised. Cause he looked like a freak in &lt;em&gt;The Pianist&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excellent story line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The excitement is well distributed throughout the whole movie. Two thumbs up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most importantly, I'm not gonna watch another depressing show like King Kong. Ever! It seriously pulls down my motivation in life. Damn it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, some idiots didn't turn their phones into silent mode. This case is rather common, but trust me, today's is exceptionally alot. I counted, there were 8 inconsiderate people altogether. Such loud ringtones, rang at the most emotional scenes. How dumb is that? Spoiler! I don't know whether they're stupid or just plain ignorant. Before the movie started, there was an advertisement 'bout turning off their phones so that there will be no disturbance. I wanted to shout "Shut the fuck up!" but I held back, not wanting to find any trouble. Besides, I don't wanna be home with bruises all over my body. So, main conclusion, burn in hell mother fuckers! Be considerate &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! The movie is 3 hrs long. &lt;em&gt;Walao, &lt;/em&gt;there goes my bladder. My kidney is ruined. I wanted to go to the toilet so much, but I&lt;em&gt; tahan&lt;/em&gt;, cause I didn't wanna miss a few scenes. [See, this is what I meant 'bout buying pirated DVD-s is soooo much beta]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the movie, Stella and I made our way to Takasimaya. Along the way, I saw this particular shirt, male shirt. It is gorgeous. So I told Stella that I rather be a boy than a girl, for simple reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men don't have to wear all kind of fanciful clothes to look good. They can just wear any kind of T-shirt and jeans, and those are enough to make them look suave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men have broad shoulders. That's a plus point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nobody will call men tomboys if they wear pants only. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men's clothes are just naturally nice, no funny decorations on their shirts. Women's clothes are just too crowded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men don't have breasts! They have flat chests which is so flattering.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No bra for men. How cooling. Women always have an extra layer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After free sex, men don't have to be afraid of being pregnant. The only thing they have to be afraid is gaining STD. While women have to be worried of getting both pregnant and STD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men don't necessarily need to shave. If women don't shave, wow, big trouble ladies. But eh &lt;em&gt;dey,&lt;/em&gt; I don't shave okie. I don't have excessive facial and legs hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women naturally spend more money than men on clothes and accessory. That's why I prefer to give birth male babies. I don't wanna be declared bankrupt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mums and Dads will never overreact if their sons reach home late. But they will scream their lungs out if their baby girls reach home at 10 P.M. Why? Cause they're girls for god sake!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No *monthly thingy* for men! They don't have to use "diapers" What a relief for them. Lucky creatures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women have higher tendency to ruin their skin complexion due to over usage of make-ups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women can't sit with their legs open. Total nightmare! So uncomfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't call men sluts if they have many ex-girlfriends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men watch porn - normal. Women watch porn - so desperate ah?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the weather is hot, men can just take off their shirts, proudly. While women actually still have another layer under. Yes, bra! Like one layer is not enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, simple enough right? But of course I can't be a boy. Even plastic surgery can't attach the balls and the stick between my legs. But that's okay. I rather have a vagina than balls plus stick. Male's penis is just disgusting. No wonder my friend doesn't want to get married. She said she can't imagine to have a stick in her vagina. She claimed that she will kill herself if that day arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113621596101671779?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113621596101671779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113621596101671779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113621596101671779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113621596101671779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/king-and-queen.html' title='The King and The Queen'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390473.post-113609987974153322</id><published>2006-01-01T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:25:39.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sunday</title><content type='html'>New Year on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Total nightmare. I hate Sunday. Pointless and meaningless. There's nothing much that I can do except staying at home, and raping my computer. Some asked, so why don't you just go out? That's the problem! It's Sunday. I have no mood or whatsoever to do anything.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;*Groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people!! This is my new blog. It's just like another diary, that you change once a year. So don't you dare to go back to the old one after you've entered this site! Or I'm&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;gonna slap you silly. The fact that you fellas are able to be here is because you've read my last entry from my blog of year 2005. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to do this meaningless shit. I name it: &lt;strong&gt;TOP 5 MOVIES OF 2005 FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yeah I know, what a name, bullshit] They're not in order, I can't decide which one comes first. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Deuce Bigalow, The European Gigolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/bigalow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Kung Fu Hustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/kung%20fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/kung%20fu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Sky High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/sky%20high.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/sky%20high.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Not Another Teen Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/320/teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not all of them came out in year 2005. I watched the DVD-s [pirated] You know, it's very surprising how pirated DVD-s are sold for less than $1 in Indonesia and still we can get good quality just like when we are watching movies in cinema. No more missing a few scenes when we're too urgent for nature-call. With DVD-s, all we have to do is to take the remote control and pause it, then you can go and do your business. Eg &lt;em&gt;Pang Sai, PeeWee, Masturbate cause you just watched porn DVD.&lt;/em&gt; DVD is enough. There's no need for DVD-s. Your *ahem* will explode if you don't go to toilet straight after you're done with one. They cannot&lt;em&gt; tahan&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; you know! Warning: Too much porn is way too overrated. Nvm, I'm being fucking lame here. Okie, back to the main point. *Clear throat*----&gt; Wow, what a bargain! &lt;em&gt;"Lelong ah Lelong!&lt;/em&gt;" I'm advertising pirated DVD-s [oopss]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis has this Top 5 thingy up on her blog too. Here's the deal. Nobody copy nobody. It's our idea. Though I might say hers is the complete version. It consists of jokes that are meant to be understood by some people only. For example, my brother and me. So go check it out if you're interested enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm suppose to list down &lt;strong&gt;TOP 5 HOTTEST MALE OF 2005 FOR ME &lt;/strong&gt;[I know, so horny right?] Apparently, I can't seem to find the sexy photos of every single candidate. I'm afraid that you readers are not able to recognize all of them. Therefore, I've been going through every single website to make sure that I can find their pictures. See, how thoughtful am I. *Glowing* But still, my effort does not avail. How disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm gonna list down who are the hottest male of 2005 [for me] The only thing that is missing is just their pictures. I'm sure all of you wanna know what's my taste like, right?&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not gonna apologize for not providing any pictures. I'd tried my best, hence it's not my fault and I won't feel sorry. Be unkind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top 5 HOTTEST MALE OF 2005 FOR ME&lt;/span&gt; [not in order]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tommy Kurniawan [He acted in the movie Eiffel, I'm in Love, as the lead female's elder brother. Love him cause he acted as this phyco in &lt;em&gt;Jangan Berhenti Mencintaiku.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ariel [Lead singer of Peterpan. His eyes, his frown, his broad shoulder and his voice.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Depp [I suppose you people out there know who he is, right? Some may think I'm deadly blind beyond hope, but trust me, he's so god damn charming.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steven Strait [Only in the movie Sky High, Warren Peace. Period.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orlando Bloom [Not because of LOTR! But because of Elizabethtown.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, all five of them. What do you think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you guys haven't notice yet, my blog title is inspired by the movie "Not Another Teen Movie" Sorry&lt;em&gt; la&lt;/em&gt;, I have no originality. I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1113/422/1600/kung%20fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390473-113609987974153322?l=bottomassup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/feeds/113609987974153322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390473&amp;postID=113609987974153322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113609987974153322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390473/posts/default/113609987974153322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottomassup.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-sunday.html' title='New Sunday'/><author><name>DeV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649161900990954434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c85/kempret/pp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
