<?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-7808131541232670260</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:46.576-07:00</updated><category term='Handphone agony'/><title type='text'>Quince Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-868938275788604602</id><published>2009-01-07T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:48:30.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye!</title><content type='html'>I've quit the blog sphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-868938275788604602?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/868938275788604602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=868938275788604602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/868938275788604602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/868938275788604602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye.html' title='Bye!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-3491383275766409783</id><published>2009-01-04T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:51:35.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoReD</title><content type='html'>Happy 2009 to all my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the year of mundane routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is my alter ego talking, so please pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This year is just going to be PLAIN BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm in this freaking camp, where the guys are like finally bonding. A good thing. Yes. But in terms of cohesion, people are still being selfish. Some of the boys here are spoilt, filthy rich and thought they are the smartest being in the world (Yah, when you're doin business admin, like hello?!), some are just plainly using others, like why do you keep asking me if I have tea candles or an extra rifle cleaning cloth, go get it yourself, if you have sooo much time going shopping with your friends n syndicate mates..What?! Just because i was previously from your coy and bunk DOESNT MEAN I have to take care of your arse. Please lah~You dont even talk to me unless you need something- So moral of the story: GET LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's just those little spoilt rice grains that spoils the porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What the hell is wrong with you ppl?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One being his emo self, and day by day, it's getting worse and worse. Please, STOP BEING EMO! Go get a life. ARGH, just talking to you, goin out, reading your thoughts make me realise you are so caught up with yourself, people actually moved on, doing what they NEED TO DO and what they WANT TO DO. Go think about it. Fill your life with meaningful activities, rather than caught up with liking people you do not even know in actual real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other, caught up with relationship problems and is thinking about the relationship. HARD. Also has some school issues but that's minor as it will be solved naturally-But seriously, really, why bother about marriage when you have your life in front of you right now?! Marriage is so permanent-Are YOU willing to accept huge responsibilities-money,kids,house.......etc?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Life is BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, there's no fun at all that I'm starting to feel irrtated about my life and others around me~I have a stupid arsehole that keeps msgin my bf and simply refuses to back off despite me knowing what the heck are his intentions. I have a mother that just nags and nags, a Dad that just lost his job and maybe his insanity if he continues spending money like this, a brother that just went back to his old ways of the occassional sniffing of glue, cigarettes and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T EVERYBODY JUST SNAP OUT OF IT AND GET SERIOUS FOR ONCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, SELF CENTERED and SELFISH HUIMANS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a list of things dear and I discussed what we plan to do for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm going to learn how to roller-blade and ice-skate&lt;br /&gt;*Going overseas with dear to shop&lt;br /&gt;*Celebrating birthdays together?(Hmmmm....)&lt;br /&gt;*Going sentosa(What the hell..He just said that 3 secs ago)&lt;br /&gt;*Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe we haven plan this out, But let's hope this year will be a exciting year for the both of us, with our youths just in front of us.(i'm turning 21 this year =( ARGH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of bad stuff have been going on, in case you didnt see the upper entry, oh wells, just hope this year will be smooth sailing, no 1 goes to DB, people are happy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, except the fact I celebrate the new Year with Dear, Syahid and Hwee Khim, christmas with the usual gang and meet up with my nyp frens...Except some shocks that happen to Maryam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to church(Yes! I went to church) and the pastor said something about this that I find interesting, maybe it works for maryam, I don know, well, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your family?&lt;br /&gt;Your Lover?&lt;br /&gt;Your friends?&lt;br /&gt;your career?&lt;br /&gt;Money?&lt;br /&gt;Home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you lose your family members/ What if they betray you? Hurt you? They cheat you, they lie to you, they hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your lover betrays you, they cheat on you. You think he/she's the world when they are doing things at your back.. Those that are the closest to you makes you the happiest, but they are also the ones that hurts you the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about your friends. Yes, you mingle with them. We laughed. We smiled. What if we get distant? Get too caught up with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about career? What if one day, you climb up the executive ladder, so high and mighty. Remember the laws of gravity..What goes up must come down. What if you lose your job, lose your career? What happens after retirement? What happens to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about money? Money can be earned, swindled...moeny can buy you riches, a house, jewelleries, top quality water..But can it buy you a home filled with love, good health and happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say is this , people often get too ambitious and takes for granted certain things in life, we often thought that certain people and things will never change, and will always be there. But truth is, things changes. People change. Places change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you find the true meaning of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, I'm looking it at god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he's always there to listen to me, guides me and makes me happy and cheerful every day, and I thank god that he has included so many good people in my life, finding them in crossroads that we are walking...For that, I want a living relationship with God, saying his grace and receiving his blessings so that I can, in return, give these blessing to people who needs them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for making me the person I'm and making me happy everyday for I know he's the one that will not disappoint me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps Maryam=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-3491383275766409783?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-6859871283687893721</id><published>2008-12-20T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:57:29.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>And my posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artillery 24 SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Lifting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Up and down hills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind directions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechanics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Why the hell am I not a medic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a medic...Yet, I went into Arti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to type out the activities of the week..But Block leave is cool, at least can spend time with dear dear, who in the end only slept for 3hours or less every day...lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear piggy, You will get your sleep back..Ducky is going back to camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-6859871283687893721?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/6859871283687893721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=6859871283687893721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6859871283687893721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6859871283687893721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/12/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4725104168681792055</id><published>2008-12-12T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:29:51.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP Lo!!!</title><content type='html'>So finally the big day has come where everyone has to do the freaking 24km Road March and the graduation parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moves fast..It seems like yesterday that I just got enlisted, a short, fat boy that just sits there at the parade square, as quoted by my 2LT ...With all the training, all the shit that really test your mental abilities and limits, I've finally realised that Army really makes you a mentally stronger person...It makes you go and push yourself beyond your limits..Though it has severe consequences to it during the long run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say I really enjoy the army. I mean the friends you made are good people, the SGs and Sirs are nice people, but it's just those selected few people that you'll remember that tries to bring you down hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to conclude my BMT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did push ups in my undies&lt;br /&gt;I dig my freaking 'grave' by myself&lt;br /&gt;I threw a HG&lt;br /&gt;I fall in with my towel-battle order( Great story everyone will remember for life)&lt;br /&gt;I did my chin ups&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced not bathing for 6 days straight&lt;br /&gt;I shot my rounds&lt;br /&gt;I made good friends&lt;br /&gt;I gone through hardship with them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PRIVATE now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT have you done in your loser life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4725104168681792055?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4725104168681792055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4725104168681792055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4725104168681792055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4725104168681792055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/12/pop-lo.html' title='POP Lo!!!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-750360613171595677</id><published>2008-12-03T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:03:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Looking at You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/STaDpLdt81I/AAAAAAAAAJo/z0PQ8lkchNw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081203_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548756986426194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/STaDpLdt81I/AAAAAAAAAJo/z0PQ8lkchNw/s400/Snapshot_20081203_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-750360613171595677?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/750360613171595677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=750360613171595677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/750360613171595677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/750360613171595677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-looking-at-you.html' title='Here&apos;s Looking at You!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/STaDpLdt81I/AAAAAAAAAJo/z0PQ8lkchNw/s72-c/Snapshot_20081203_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-1738639029312323640</id><published>2008-12-03T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:04:55.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, It seems like this week has been a wasted week. For the first time in my life, I had a fever higher than 38.8 degrees.I had a temp of 39.8 when I reached camp and immediately have to report sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not mentioned what happened at the medical center, since anything I say will be noted. Lets put it this way- You go to a polyclinic an you're sick. The nurse call you to fill up a form, she screams at your face when you made a mistake just because you're so sick and you're trying to fill up whatever they can and she slams another piece of paper and pen in front of your face. Such rude people exists? Apparently so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wnet to CGH the next day and did an X-Ray and later to TTSH and did 2 drips..Sigh..This is what happened when you do not take care of your body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go Communicable Disease Centre tomorrow..to do a blood test since my doctor told me that my platelet count is lower than average...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Oh well, Here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more and It will be POP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-1738639029312323640?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/1738639029312323640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=1738639029312323640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1738639029312323640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1738639029312323640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-it-seems-like-this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-8945534071024228553</id><published>2008-11-22T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:35:17.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>POP soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee~All's thats left is SIT-test, HG for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I Have to re-ippt...cant jump for nuts for SBJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, the rest of the stations have huge improvements...sense of acomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gain quite a bit of weight, finally reach the big 60kgs...means, I gain 6kgs...My fat content however,decrease quite a bit, after doing some BMI test...Weee~muscle mass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hOpe can go command school man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, U're my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna ignore those comments made by tt guy as promised, I'm not goin to flare up or fight no more...tiring to fight with people lower than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Abrey...MB0506 IS FINALLY GOING TO BE UNITED AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-8945534071024228553?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/8945534071024228553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=8945534071024228553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8945534071024228553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8945534071024228553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-3638061596531311858</id><published>2008-11-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:33:52.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast of the Past Leaves Me Wondering</title><content type='html'>I had a fever of 38.8 degrees and was sent home on wednesday. Suppose to book in on Thurs but I did not recover, instead my illness got worse. Feeling giddy all the time,vomitting,diahorrea,fever,chills,back aches...Had no choice but to get MC from the polyclinic and got extended to Saturday...Besides resting and sleeping, I've been pretty much eating,watching DVDS like SAW II, Notes on A Scandal, Iron Man,X-Men III and playing Lord of the Rings Tactics on my PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I nearly had a meltdown with dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, If you're reading this, I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to talk to you about this little secret I had.It like opening up the scar that has just recovered. This issue has made me hate myself so much and force me to drive myself to the point of tiredness everyday, just to prevent myself from thinking about it day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I met u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me the time to be emotionally ready for this..I know you told me everything I need to know, whether I like it or not..I know you love me..I can see that, I'm not blind to see that.From those puppy eyes, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's emotionally frightening to book in every week, makes me feel alone, unprotected,especially during times when you send me to the terminal and you walk off, getting further away from my reach...It makes me very uncomfortable with myself, with you not being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, in bunk, all I thought of is your presence next to me, and I would lean onto that empty space, as though you were there...DESPERATELY, i wish that night will come and months pass by fast, so that I can call you and all these stupid restrictions will go away one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I don't love you as much..Trust me, I do..I just don't know how to show it sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for Dan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know who you are, where you came from, but I know someone that'S like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person that lubs everyday, gets drunkand wasted and sleeps around, you don't deserve him. I don't hate you, I pity you. Pity that a being like you can do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;such cheap techniques&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to actually get to me?! Using my best friend. I know you hate me, for he told me everything that you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At first I empathise with you and I want Zai to be nice to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, I PITY YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for being so Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU DON DESERVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO BACK OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR YOU WILL BE SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Really, Don't mess with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO,BACK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-3638061596531311858?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/3638061596531311858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=3638061596531311858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3638061596531311858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3638061596531311858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/11/blast-of-past-leaves-me-wondering.html' title='A Blast of the Past Leaves Me Wondering'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-224716461415652973</id><published>2008-11-08T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:52:13.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field camp is over!</title><content type='html'>Came back from Field camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! Didnt expect to make it through, but what they say its true..Field camp makes you a better person...At Least i volunteer and help out my peers more often..Now can do 3 chin ups and my running is faster..All thanks to non-stop digging of the soil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days were mentally challenging man...Did not shower and brush my teeth for 6 days, cold packed rations, tiredness...Shag man... I broke down thrice during the camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, its makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought for Norasyikeen a Baby G watch for her very belated bdae...Not very expensive, But i think she needs it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, dear, I Love you...Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-Test coming...Must do my best to go for command school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-224716461415652973?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/224716461415652973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=224716461415652973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/224716461415652973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/224716461415652973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/11/field-camp-is-over.html' title='Field camp is over!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-8979090832186471936</id><published>2008-10-25T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:13:14.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live RAnge and plenty of SHowers</title><content type='html'>Live Range was over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected it to be easy, but oh Boy, It was scary man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loud bangings, the shockwaves..sounds like multiple hot air balloons bursting at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the night shoots..The rain, the lightning, the look of the red roud hitting the target...The sweat and the rain on your face, the uniform wet and you're proning down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity I could not get my marksmanship=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is field camp..Oh Boy..Cant bathe for 6 days...Same uniform for 12 hours...Oh Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to enjoy my weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bathe a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happen in camp:&lt;br /&gt;*live Range&lt;br /&gt;*Bunk Mate played with fire and got superficial burns while the rest laughed out loud&lt;br /&gt;*Joel and I danced like bimbos&lt;br /&gt;*Missing You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-8979090832186471936?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/8979090832186471936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=8979090832186471936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8979090832186471936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8979090832186471936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-range-and-plenty-of-showers.html' title='Live RAnge and plenty of SHowers'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4198067259927627951</id><published>2008-10-25T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:04:26.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of your Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Quincy Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as a complete enigma, and only you truly understand who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend most of your time introspecting and seeking truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very interesting person... but not many people know you enough to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4198067259927627951?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4198067259927627951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4198067259927627951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4198067259927627951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4198067259927627951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/10/meaning-of-your-name.html' title='The Meaning of your Name...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5151317597715598132</id><published>2008-10-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:20:19.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5BX, AGR, Speed Training, SOC, Road Marches, Strength Training, Talks, Out Field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bang onto the low Wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have march miles and miles of road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have undergo military regimentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made new friends and got involved in politics in the bunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTP is finally over guys, 1 month has passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMT phase is next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Boy...The training is going to kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, prepare to watch me die...xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5151317597715598132?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5151317597715598132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5151317597715598132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5151317597715598132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5151317597715598132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/10/5bx-agr-speed-training-soc-road-marches.html' title=''/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-6643262362645774211</id><published>2008-10-05T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T04:11:57.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=p</title><content type='html'>Yah! NExt Week will be the fourth week of PTP...MEaning it's the last week of PTP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months and 1 week more to POP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dear..We may worry a lot of what is going to happened in the future, especially when many relationships falter during this period, but I believe our love will conquer it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-6643262362645774211?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/6643262362645774211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=6643262362645774211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6643262362645774211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6643262362645774211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/10/p.html' title='=p'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5368897867334802356</id><published>2008-09-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:09:39.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confinement Finished at Last!</title><content type='html'>Wow, 14 days have passed since I took the penguin( The name of the ferry) to Tekong for my army training...Lots of mixed feelings...Fear that I CMI there, fear that I'm too fat to crawl the wall, fear that I cannot take the regimentation and the Army life, Fear of 'Knock it downs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, It was not that bad, I struggled for a while trying to adapt to the life there..But Right now, I;m ok..I'm a survivor there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, the worst was missing my baby....Baby and I struggled so much that when I book out, I just feel happy and smiled all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot blog about what happens in the army but I can say that my company is a good company to be in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought me a black G-Shock Watch that cost like more than $170?! And baby is like saving money to buy the motorbike and handphone bills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spend so much money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Nora and Syahid, and Boy, both were poking my arms...Yes, I know, I grew bigger...But wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, It's nice seeing them and talking to them...Have not meet hasrul yet, But I will meet him no matter what before I book in on Wed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet Sam now...That's all folks..Take Care till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5368897867334802356?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5368897867334802356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5368897867334802356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5368897867334802356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5368897867334802356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/09/confinement-finished-at-last.html' title='Confinement Finished at Last!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2958858888403279318</id><published>2008-09-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:18:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What You're Looking At..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTDCABlpbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xYI-J1az4Pw/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243530305299916210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTDCABlpbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xYI-J1az4Pw/s400/Clipboard01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTDh4hhHsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nmc3Rzwijug/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243530853042167490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTDh4hhHsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nmc3Rzwijug/s400/1234.jpg" border="0" /&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/7808131541232670260-2958858888403279318?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2958858888403279318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=2958858888403279318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2958858888403279318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2958858888403279318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-what-youre-looking-at.html' title='Here&apos;s What You&apos;re Looking At..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTDCABlpbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xYI-J1az4Pw/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2877958950739632934</id><published>2008-09-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:13:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Month Ann. Pics - Treats for my Sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTCPa31g7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/fO4gyKBbHp0/s1600-h/559"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTCGTMV74I/AAAAAAAAAIM/WW472ZNmWUs/s1600-h/557"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243529279653146498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTCGTMV74I/AAAAAAAAAIM/WW472ZNmWUs/s400/557" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTCBjwNHuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/echj7z-z4GI/s1600-h/555"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243529198199185122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTCBjwNHuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/echj7z-z4GI/s400/555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Dear=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-2877958950739632934?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2877958950739632934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=2877958950739632934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2877958950739632934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2877958950739632934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-month-ann-pics-treats-for-my-sweets.html' title='1st Month Ann. Pics - Treats for my Sweets'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SMTCGTMV74I/AAAAAAAAAIM/WW472ZNmWUs/s72-c/557' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7176707205546917486</id><published>2008-09-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:03:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the Time where I can Start counting down my 'Doomsday' Soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days to National Service (NS): 11 Days&lt;br /&gt;Days to my Last Day Working at the Club: 2 Days (Or so it may seems)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a request from my Manager to stay on for a few more days (Say for another 2-3 days).The truth is, I'm tired, I'm no longer effective, I'm always forgetting things, I don't like coming to work, Worki is a drag..All these only indicates one thing: I Hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity that my contract ends only the end of this week(The contract expiray date was set by me first of all), I've been waiting for a break for a very long time. It's the aura here, the atmosphere here, the feng shui that I find Maybe that's why this workplace is just not condusive to work in.. Or blame it on the massive amount of stuff on my desk that no one bothers...Blame it on the HEad of Department as she is bascially not bothered by things happening in the department herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know..I'm still considering...Should I stay for a couple days more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7176707205546917486?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7176707205546917486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7176707205546917486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7176707205546917486'/><link rel='self' 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birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so ugly, she could scare the flies off a sh*t wagon.&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama so ugly, scared the shit out of New water&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so poor she cant even pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so big, that they had to change"One size fits all" to "One size fits most"&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, she fell asleep in the attic and woke up in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, When she went to the beach, whales came up and sang "We Are Family"&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She can't stand on a basketball court for 3 seconds without getting called for a key violation&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She was baptized in tartar sauce&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She went swimming in the ocean and the Spanish claimed her as a new continent&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, The police showed her a picture of her feet and she could not identify them&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She broke the family tree&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She's got shock absorbers on her toilet seat&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, They had to change "One size fits all" to "One size fits everybody but yo mama"&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She uses bowling balls for earrings&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, All the restaurants in town have signs that say: "Maximum Occupancy: 240 Patrons OR Yo Mama"&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She bungee jumped and brought down the bridge and went straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She installed chairs in the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She has to wear Levi 1002s&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She auditioned for Indiana Jones and got the part of the big rolling ball&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat, She stepped on a talking scale and it told her to get the f*** off&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so stupid, she saved a steak when she found out it was rare.&lt;br /&gt;Yo' momma's ears are so big, they make her head look like a taxicab with both doors open!&lt;br /&gt;Yo' momma's so ugly, she has to get her vibrator drunk first!&lt;br /&gt;Yo' momma's so ugly, when she walked into a haunted house, she came out with a paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;Yo' momma's so ugly, when she gets up, the sun goes down!&lt;br /&gt;Yo' momma's so fat 'n dark, she jumped in the ocean and they thought she was an oil spill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo mama's so fat,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7906077198966924234?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7906077198966924234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7906077198966924234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7906077198966924234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7906077198966924234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-mama-jokes.html' title='Yo Mama Jokes'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-3282232122591659688</id><published>2008-08-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:00:05.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hi people, Been Busy lately with all the activities that has been happening. Lazy to further type out all those activities to do so A glimpse of what has happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Loosen Up My Buttons Babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These pictures are taken at Millenia Walk, where a yoghurt stall has all these cute little buttons..I liked this in particular, suits the power &amp;amp; Ambition hunger in me =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJkZH1gR8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_tNYrJ-6Wes/s1600-h/Glamo006-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238359699348277186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJkZH1gR8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_tNYrJ-6Wes/s400/Glamo006-3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who need good old work when you can have bitch fits everyday?!&lt;br /&gt;Other Buttons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238360209052456770" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="121" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJk2yoc10I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ltFC1k_kfEY/s400/th_Glamo004-7.jpeg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJlVLBP6mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yNdJ7bZf_nA/s1600-h/Glamo005-8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238360730994993762" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="254" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJlVLBP6mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yNdJ7bZf_nA/s400/Glamo005-8.jpeg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJmDKjUQNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6QwJznd293Q/s1600-h/Glamo007-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238361521143431378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="263" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJmDKjUQNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6QwJznd293Q/s400/Glamo007-3.jpeg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not manage to take all the photos as there are like a zillion butons?! But these are the ones I liked lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Visit @ Michael Clements Stables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to Michael Clements stables for a mediacorp interview. Michael Clements is one of the trainer that trains horses in Singapore after winning several races in Africa. The lady from Mediacorp who came in seemed to ask a lot of questions which made me and my AM doze off on occassions..Haha, It was at least better than just working in that bloody office of mine that I would love to avoid many a times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark G was the featured jockey and he came down to the stables for the interview, nice guy with a good sense of humor..I was shocked when he revealed that he has been a jockey for 23 years and he weighs lighter than me?! Gosh..I'm Fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take a lot of photos for fear that the horses might get affected by the flash, so I have to really be careful with them. The stables are basically divided into air-conditioned and non air-conditioned and the stalls contain normally a horse(like duh), hays, oats in pails, and balls?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yes, horses do play balls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;WTH?! Ryte?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some pictures of the horses, as I have to switch off my flash to prevent frightening the horses, the pictures may look a little dull...Oh, there's this horse name REVOULT..He's so CUTEEEEEEEE...Kawaii~ He is so gentle and nice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy, I want a horse tooo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJoAJpnNvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a_Q5TVfacZo/s1600-h/X.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238363668385052402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJoAJpnNvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a_Q5TVfacZo/s400/X.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJoEfK4zXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bcUoyiaBDe8/s1600-h/Glamo001-13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238363742881238386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJoEfK4zXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bcUoyiaBDe8/s400/Glamo001-13.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horses! ! ! Kawaii-ii~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lunch @ Crystal Jade Restaurant, Paragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The gang from Corporate Communications went to Paragon to have some dim sum. The ambience at crystal jade is somewhat dark, yet it exhilerates this warm and cozy aura, despite the air con blasting at full blast and yun needs this shawl things to cover herself or she will turn into an ice-cream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The four of us ate a total of $88++, but the food and the feeling is great. The food might cost a few cents more expensive than the normal Crystal Jade Restaurant, But the overal FEELING is &lt;strong&gt;GOOD-ED! GOODED! (With Japanese Accent)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJvkP_6cwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/41IDyZZrQB4/s1600-h/Glamo004-8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238371985145885442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJvkP_6cwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/41IDyZZrQB4/s400/Glamo004-8.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrot Cake, Char-Siew Sho, err and more Dim Sum I cannot Name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJut0IILNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jczfe2zA0Zs/s1600-h/Glamo006-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238371049951210706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJut0IILNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Jczfe2zA0Zs/s400/Glamo006-4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chin Chong Fan, My Kah-Poh Tea and Century Egg Porridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238372793925386082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJwTU7-P2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/rm6zIE47nGE/s400/Glamo005-9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Main Dish: Roasted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORK $15 for so small plate lah with only 9 pieces of PORK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJxS33QQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bH3YOmAY0KI/s1600-h/Glamo003-11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238373885632594338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJxS33QQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bH3YOmAY0KI/s400/Glamo003-11.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Egg Tarts- The base of the tarts are not the flour-ly ones..They are the crispy ones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, What a Tart! (Ahahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total cost of Dim Sum Lunch: $88++ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This lunch is at least better than this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJx4xrInxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OUJERLkrck0/s1600-h/Glamo008-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238374536806178578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJx4xrInxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OUJERLkrck0/s400/Glamo008-2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nasi Ayam Goreng with Indian Biscuit (As what the Stall person said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total Cost: $4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a difference......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Japanese Summer Festival @ Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This japanese summer festival is held at the Japanese International School..For more information, please look at Syahid's blog..the toilets are like super short and you really have to bend down to wash your hands. Well, you cannot blame the school for such infrastructure since it's an elementary school. A pity I did not get to wear the Traditional costume..I would have look super Lovely and cute (Kisses and hugs)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought a lot of food as well, Bascially, i went there to eat lah, not like Syahid who is just looking at Japanese Soccer Boys -_-...Though I did notice one thagt has the same height as me! We look like about the same also lor..Do all people with my height have this look of mine? Anyways, he is more slimer and tanner, obviously due to the expousre to the sun from his soccer pratices...He speaks english in such a weird way that I balantly ignored him..Poor Boy..think his name is Saiko or something..He even have Golden hair..Reminds me of myself 2 years ago..Seriously.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this dance thingy going on, and Syahid was so thrilled and anced along with the crowd. Hazel and I followed suit later..Fun man dancing like that, pity that I could not look like a Japanese, Or I would have looked so hot dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJzkgtHw3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/i2Xu0_Nh1ec/s1600-h/Glamo003-10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376387676980082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJzkgtHw3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/i2Xu0_Nh1ec/s400/Glamo003-10.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy at the left side of the team, with the golden hair..is the one that looks like me...anyways, the Japs are showing off their soccer skills in this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ3ehs8MWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xb8vsYviueI/s1600-h/Glamo001-12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238380682911953250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ3ehs8MWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Xb8vsYviueI/s400/Glamo001-12.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syahid dancing with...Ummm...Fan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ6Bt3No3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/vJ_u2VlUqRs/s1600-h/Glamo002-10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238383486494942066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ6Bt3No3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/vJ_u2VlUqRs/s400/Glamo002-10.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People dancing the dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ7HvzEnvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OhArItYHXzY/s1600-h/Glamourl-14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238384689605287666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ7HvzEnvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OhArItYHXzY/s400/Glamourl-14.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall: Pretty Good Event..I want to go next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DURIANS @ SUNTEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ-ERJc_OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oMDI5ddL88w/s1600-h/Vinta001.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238387928372935906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ-ERJc_OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oMDI5ddL88w/s400/Vinta001.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ-bEdPK2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/94yXfMKPHDQ/s1600-h/Vintage4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238388320103246690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJ-bEdPK2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/94yXfMKPHDQ/s400/Vintage4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Was at Suntec with Zai and Syahid when I went to thsi durian section at Carrfour..The uncle was trying to sell off his durians. It was a packet for $15. He gave me an offer: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy 1 get 4 Free!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wah Sey!! Good Baragin lor..In the end, we bought it and Syahid was like grumbling all the way on how cheap-po I am lor...Seriously, It's a good deal what...End up eating outside of starbucks...hehes...Durian feasting @ Starbucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;National Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have around 3 weeks before NS...So this week, I decide to take a day leave and go do all my errands before I do not have time to do anymore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make my NS Spectacles&lt;br /&gt;2) Find NS Handphone&lt;br /&gt;3) Look at CPF and see if can start paying my education fees or not since I have quite a bit in my CPF.&lt;br /&gt;4) Watch movie&lt;br /&gt;5) Buy gifts for my friends for the Aug/Sep Birthday month...&lt;br /&gt;6) Prepare for SMRT Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all Folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-3282232122591659688?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/3282232122591659688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=3282232122591659688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3282232122591659688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3282232122591659688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-people-been-busy-lately-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SLJkZH1gR8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_tNYrJ-6Wes/s72-c/Glamo006-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7451111573922239741</id><published>2008-08-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:03:19.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Stop Loving You</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you feel your world is breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;There trouble everywhere, it's all around&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm here to turn the corner with you&lt;br /&gt;And when we're together there's nothing that we can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You signed my name on your arm.&lt;br /&gt;You put so much in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness rolls in&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;.I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never stop loving you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you know&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the road all lonely and bloom&lt;br /&gt;Baby please stop.&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;All the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Take all the notes you wrote to me&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that we believe&lt;br /&gt;People can't that we couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;But we never stop&lt;br /&gt;No we never stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made mistakes along the way&lt;br /&gt;But here we are,Here we are!&lt;br /&gt;Never stop, never stop, never stop!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you know,Wherever you go,I'll never stop loving you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7451111573922239741?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7451111573922239741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7451111573922239741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7451111573922239741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7451111573922239741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-stop-loving-you.html' title='Never Stop Loving You'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-843760805611463145</id><published>2008-08-19T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:10:30.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was lonely only I didn't know it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was so sad only I didn't show it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You came like the sun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;breaking through the clouds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I found you're what I couldn't live without..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With you I feel the other half of my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm complete..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In you I hear the other half of my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's all I need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No I didn't know what I was missin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh but baby since we've been kissin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can feel the other half of my heartbeat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's so sweet lying here with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You look at me and I see my reflection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You understand who I am needs protection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way you rush to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way you take my hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I follow you to fall down in the sand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heartbeats like a drum when I hear you come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You came like the sun breaking through the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I found you're what I couldn't live without.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='HEartbeat'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4883858642333706248</id><published>2008-08-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:16:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Olympic Sweethearts~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I admit I have been slacking in fron of my TV to watch the olympics, But how could you not resist it when the Athletics that are coming in are getting cuter and cuter?! Gymnastics was superb as usual, Aquatics was good and as usual cathc the attention of many people and Table tennis(I only catch it since I was betting that Singapore will only get a silver this year and that China would keep their Gold..It was too early for Singapore to get that Gold Medal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TABLE TENNIS SWEETHEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjRHPFS3pI/AAAAAAAAADE/tPOBzWaUZD0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235664489056231058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjRHPFS3pI/AAAAAAAAADE/tPOBzWaUZD0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUKUHARA Ai&lt;/strong&gt; (Japan) was ranked 12th in the table tennis rankings. But who cares, at the age of 18, She ranked No 1 in my place..Just look at her cheeks and you just want to pinch the life out of her...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't she look cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sadly, Japn lost the bronze medal for the Table Tennis Team Womens' as the aunies-looking like atheltics from Korea was too strong a match for them and Japan was in fourth while Korea took the bronze (3-0).. If only SIngapore has this kind of girls...strong, determined, and not stupid, like to wear short skirts and trying to act minah or ah lians and bitches....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My ideal Woman...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to see her cry when her team lost to Korea...Ouh...Ok, Next. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for the men..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GYMNASTICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always go ga-ga over this sport cause 1) I loved this sport like crazy. 2) You have to be strong and follow a very strict training process that you must commit. 3) Your hand strength must be strong 4) You get to fling around in the air 5) Most of the athletics in this disclipine are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjXERkWnXI/AAAAAAAAADc/dHO0Hdps7yk/s1600-h/Hiroyuki+Tomita"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235671035253529970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjXERkWnXI/AAAAAAAAADc/dHO0Hdps7yk/s400/Hiroyuki+Tomita" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjWx5pd_CI/AAAAAAAAADU/r4u0aemJV0o/s1600-h/Yang+Wei"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235670719594888226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjWx5pd_CI/AAAAAAAAADU/r4u0aemJV0o/s400/Yang+Wei" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiroyuki Tomita&lt;/strong&gt;, Japan, took the silver medal for the Men's Gymnastics. He peformed well in the 1st and 2nd round of the appartus and got a good score for his vaults. Sadly, he struggled in the next remaining events, competing with China's &lt;strong&gt;Yang Wei&lt;/strong&gt; . China may win Gold, but Japan is just HOT!I mean HOT HOT. Gosh, look at his body and proportions Look at the difference and you know what I mean..Yang Wei, on the other hand has the bods but not the face. Japan is just the all rounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjcfPocpMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uUWzOSyUtgE/s1600-h/fb8e166252b8bcd228f9446c1d401e71-getty-oly-2008-gymnastics-final-jpn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235676996148438210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjcfPocpMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uUWzOSyUtgE/s400/fb8e166252b8bcd228f9446c1d401e71-getty-oly-2008-gymnastics-final-jpn.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this multiple exposure picture, Japan's Hiroyuki Tomita competes in the men's pommel horse final of the artistic gymnastics event of the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing on August 17, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjcUb2fstI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5JFVESivWxw/s1600-h/5da7d128401e9effa8a92f941f5fbb24-getty-oly-2008-gymnastics-final-jpn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235676810450023122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjcUb2fstI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5JFVESivWxw/s400/5da7d128401e9effa8a92f941f5fbb24-getty-oly-2008-gymnastics-final-jpn.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;UCHIMURA Kohei, the Young and cute gymnastic athletic... The ULTIMATE CUTIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjon77ZeGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TzcnDQ4TXdI/s1600-h/59261_142x190.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235690339617568866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjon77ZeGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TzcnDQ4TXdI/s400/59261_142x190.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got that Little sunshine boy smile...Cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjkqkLWqQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GAap5V-Gqoo/s1600-h/pommel.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235685986735139074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjkqkLWqQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GAap5V-Gqoo/s400/pommel.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjk1yB-BJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6UKkt4wzZmQ/s1600-h/Kohei.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235686179432432786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjk1yB-BJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6UKkt4wzZmQ/s400/Kohei.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRESTLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikematsu Kazuhiko of Wrestling...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235688052332596930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjmizIKjsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7a_9OQqpAe0/s400/Ikematsu+Kazuhiko" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjnXuIJbFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jK1RdWlzMrs/s1600-h/ikematsukazuhiko.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235688961523412050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjnXuIJbFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jK1RdWlzMrs/s400/ikematsukazuhiko.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe he's a wrestler? I have not see him in action yet..But if he's not featured, It mean's he's eliminated in Pool A or B during the heats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells, he has a handsome face though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Japan team consists of cute men and women....Why does it seem that Japan is the only country with all the cute people?! *slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEIGHTLIFTING-85 KGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weightlifting- The 85kg Mens' Gold was won by China's Lu Yong. He's hot for a 85kg. He clinch his first Olymic Gold Medal after jerking a hefty 214kg. Strong Man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjaUopgx0I/AAAAAAAAADs/Bpvqw3FF5oU/s1600-h/54d90ce8debca85efca21fea9e70ff39-getty-81973350ps123_olympics_day_.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235674614861973314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjaUopgx0I/AAAAAAAAADs/Bpvqw3FF5oU/s400/54d90ce8debca85efca21fea9e70ff39-getty-81973350ps123_olympics_day_.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjasr2ynJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T1_wScMxU6U/s1600-h/capt.3733e28fbeb1486a9c1d97bf4416bd67.beijing_olympics_weightlifting_mens_85kg_oly1104.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675028039834770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjasr2ynJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T1_wScMxU6U/s400/capt.3733e28fbeb1486a9c1d97bf4416bd67.beijing_olympics_weightlifting_mens_85kg_oly1104.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKja2yXtqhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PkLBT3wH7oI/s1600-h/capt.662b9fe1d6eb4f95b7715886ce9cc66b.beijing_olympics_weightlifting_mens_85kg_oly1083.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675201587227154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKja2yXtqhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PkLBT3wH7oI/s400/capt.662b9fe1d6eb4f95b7715886ce9cc66b.beijing_olympics_weightlifting_mens_85kg_oly1083.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so Would not wear this if I were him. You can see his family jewels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjbLiN7YqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RcsF5d0RJsQ/s1600-h/capt.6cb6b9c13f10408aa06d5295660c6586.beijing_olympics_weightlifting_mens_85kg_oly486.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675558028468898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjbLiN7YqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RcsF5d0RJsQ/s400/capt.6cb6b9c13f10408aa06d5295660c6586.beijing_olympics_weightlifting_mens_85kg_oly486.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not have the looks, he may be big size, but Hey, didn't you forget I'm into bears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Knows, in this rate I'm growing, I may have his size. Quincy- 85Kgs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so whoring on the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4883858642333706248?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4883858642333706248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4883858642333706248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4883858642333706248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4883858642333706248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-sweethearts.html' title='~Olympic Sweethearts~'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SKjRHPFS3pI/AAAAAAAAADE/tPOBzWaUZD0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5894762733042345844</id><published>2008-08-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:33:38.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchfit Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You WOMEN think U KNOW EVERYTHING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINE! DO IT YOURSELF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO R U TO CALL ME FAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO R U TO TALK ABOUT MY CHARACTER?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO AND LOOK AND STARE AT YOURSELF FUCKING UGLY FUCKED UP SELF IN THE MIRROR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U FUCKING UGLY SCUMBAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMEN ARE NOTHING BUT BACKSTABBERS, LIARS AND PLACE THE BLAME ON OTHERS WHEN THEY ARE AT FAULT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;U WOMEN LOVE TO MAKE USE OF OTHERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO WONDER NAMES SUCH AS BITCHES AND SLUTS ARE GIVEN TO FEMALES AS TITLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNREASONABLE, SELFISH PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MayBE the WOMEN I MET are just FUCKED UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKED TO ALL WOMENS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO FUCK YOURSELF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WORLD WILL BE SUCH A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT THE FEMALE RACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO WONDER MORE GUYS ARE BECOMING GAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm like THAT BECAUSE OF YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Breathes Deeply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5894762733042345844?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5894762733042345844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5894762733042345844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5894762733042345844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5894762733042345844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitchfit-moment.html' title='Bitchfit Moment'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-263887873942642000</id><published>2008-08-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:12:12.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There were places we would go at midnight&lt;br /&gt;There were secrets that nobody else would know&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason but I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I thought they all belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;Who's that girl?&lt;br /&gt;Where's she from?&lt;br /&gt;No, she can't be the one&lt;br /&gt;That you want&lt;br /&gt;That has stolen my world&lt;br /&gt;It's not real, it's not right&lt;br /&gt;It's my day, it's my night&lt;br /&gt;By the way,Who's that girl living my life?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, living my life&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything's the same around me&lt;br /&gt;When I look again and everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dreaming so I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Who made you feel&lt;br /&gt;Who made you sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;For what we did&lt;br /&gt;And who we were&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Hate You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And Yet, I still Love You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-263887873942642000?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/263887873942642000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=263887873942642000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/263887873942642000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/263887873942642000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/loves.html' title='Loves..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-1245489138419429154</id><published>2008-08-10T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:13:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was rather pissed and depressed on Friday after work and had a huge quarrel with my mother.Apparently, I just realize that most of my insecurity comes from my mother refusing to accept me for who I was.I'm the typical chinese ah-beng, just a very quai boy that wants to study. Oh Wells,knowing how my family works, We fought over me trying to force her to eat some drug for her sickness...If you don't want, fine..Not my Problem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Seriously, I'm starting to hate old women nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So Friday, I went to Zai's haus..Did nothing much..So please so not speculate that We'd have been doing things behind closed doors at that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_yzXEqZ8I/AAAAAAAAACk/QWyb79lR8ug/s1600-h/th_Glamo010.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_yzXEqZ8I/AAAAAAAAACk/QWyb79lR8ug/s1600-h/th_Glamo010.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zai and I(I looked ultra Fat..Shit..Must lose weight..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_zeapXPOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gOxMJ1WuItU/s1600-h/th_Glamo012.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233168995902242018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_zeapXPOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gOxMJ1WuItU/s400/th_Glamo012.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_zCsVwPSI/AAAAAAAAACs/s1eWmFBGt-s/s1600-h/th_Glamo010.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me Cam Whoring At Zai House with his Pink Cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233168519615495458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_zCsVwPSI/AAAAAAAAACs/s1eWmFBGt-s/s320/th_Glamo010.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watching Tv..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233168718094536274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_zOPu2DlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OvR1aa_Or3w/s320/th_Glamo011.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sunday Went to Lia-Salle with Syahid to do up his top. Seriously, I thought It should be meant for the sushi chef(Please look at Syahid's blog entry with this white top)..We bought food to eat and that's when Syahid just keep exclaiming that I had too much food..Oh Wells, This is what I had for tea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1 Pineapple Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1 Curry Bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1 Wanton Noodle(Vegetarian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1 Pineapple Rice With Prawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1 Almond Bubble Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3 Cups of Plain Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nothing much for tea..Just that few dishes..After finishing that top at8.30p.m, we walked to Peninsular(Is that how u spell tt?) plaza and I was looking for a chain..Been wanting to get a chain and a cap... Went to this shop where the aunty is just so irrtating and keep pestering me to buy her stuff. Made me walked out in the end with her saying..'U come in and didnt.....' (I walked out already by then, refusing to turn back and look at that stupid fat woman where her head is like big head.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went to City Hall and I bought a Stussy Mash Cap..I fuckin did not know that there were such a thing as high caps and low caps..Well, I bought a low cap, since my head was not that big compared to big head..But at least I'd had more brains than that head! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo007-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo007-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stussy Mash Low Cap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$39&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently, this kind of cap is unique as the design is all different. I had a cap that has no blue color in it..And Syahid made a huge fuss on the color and asked the person for another cap with a mix of the color and thus, I bought this cap =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to TopMan and they have a 50%! Furthermore, buy three items with 2 items that are on sale and you will be further entitled to another 15% Discount! I spent quite a bit there..I bought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="305" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo006-2.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;M Size Belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was: $49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sale: $33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo008-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo008-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bead Cum Metal cum Leather Chain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was: $23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sale: $9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo002-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leather Bands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was: $23 Each&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sale: $6 Each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one, my Favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was: $23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sale: $9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo005-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo005-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Vintage Sling Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was: $59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sale: $33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo003-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feather Pen with Cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$3.50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Jacqueline, My Manager&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose into furs....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Went to carrfour and spend a lot on food and stuff..it was hilarious cause I purposely waited until the announcement for the 'Buy one pack of doughnut and get another pack free' kind of thingy...So aunty lah, but Haha, it was fun...I regretted buying the doughnuts after I head the 'Buy one pack and get 2 packs free'..Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Other stuff that i bought include headphones and other unknown stuffs...Cant remember lah, but I spent like $250 on a single day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh wells, at least part of my stress is gone..Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me being Me with all the things I bought..Well, almost all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all that happened last week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-1245489138419429154?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/1245489138419429154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=1245489138419429154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1245489138419429154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1245489138419429154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ESPVlQKJXuo/SJ_zeapXPOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gOxMJ1WuItU/s72-c/th_Glamo012.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-9050177596931406824</id><published>2008-08-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:51:23.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Should Be Bitches At Times</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people wonder, aiyer..Why he sound so bitchy at times one? Why this person talk so much lan jiao wei one? Why he like tt one...Well, here's a few examples on why people these days are bitchy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People made full use of you a.k.a they take advantage lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Content removed by Abrey\s Request-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrey: All the Best! Take Care of your Lungs and stop smoking those Marlbro packs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Paris Hilto joins US presidency run-seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bitch clearly allows you to run for president. Believe me..Or at least the Business Times, the paper that all PMEBs must read everyday for a dose of corporate news and Shipping updates. (PMEBs= Professionals, Managers, Executives and Businessmen)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For general info, republican McClain, or the 'wrinkled whit hair dude', as described by Princess Paris has used paris in his political campaign to put down Obama. He also used Popstar Briteney Spears in his campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, this lady may have mistaken the content and opt to run for US presidency campaign...&lt;br /&gt;From the Business Times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton threw her hat into the US presidential race on Tuesday, declaring her desire to campaign against that 'wrinkly white-haired guy' and threatening to paint the white house pink if elected (Like c'mon, it's called a white house for a reason-We will have to called it the pink house if you paint it pink..That's Hot...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to type, but the pics below that highlight the points I want to point out...Click the photo to view larger pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Paris-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Paris.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihana as Vice President?! Bitches in the parliment?! The 'HEy America, I'm Paris Hilton and I'm a celebrity too, and I want America to know I'm like, totally, ready to lead.'?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...Even bitches get to run the country...What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Work's a Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently just recovered from pneumonia after consuming possibly 100+ pills of antibiotics (broad spectrum, mostly amino acid synthesis inhibitors..haha, I know my stuff wor) and work stills looks as massive as ever. This project, the construction of the Image library, or a e-database of photos, is almost killing me..I havt to count 12 boxes of photos and films, 16 drawers full of photos, a slide cabinet with millions of slides and unknown boxes of more photos...I've counted 2 boxes so far, endured the dust attacks and counted non stop for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disgusted by the management that they actually drag this project and did not even bother to do this?! Seriously, the worst man, I'm getting pissed off at the way things are handled around here..All not prepared, last minute...Fed Up Seriously..I was so pissed counting things that I went to Timezone yesterday with Zai and spent a freaking $11 to play Silent Hill and just plainly shoot nurses, animals and cocks that have legs(Those monsters just look like it). Of course, we then head to old Woodlands Point to makan before heading home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's a bitch...Really cannot take it..I've not been having sleeps because of it. Today, I'm staying over at Zai's house again. Don want to get woken up by my mother screaming at my brother again..It's irrtating when they like to do that at 6+am every morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to have a good rest today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-9050177596931406824?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/9050177596931406824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=9050177596931406824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/9050177596931406824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/9050177596931406824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-we-should-be-bitches-at-times.html' title='Why We Should Be Bitches At Times'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-8843247991694132638</id><published>2008-08-01T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:30:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia..</title><content type='html'>My sickness came back and the doctor is worried...I was diagnosed with pneumonia 2 weeks ago and it came back recently after i recovered from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did mentioned that it's a worrying sign as I had been coughing on and off for the past 5 months and he fear that the pneumonia has gotten worse. He has advised me to be very careful and if my cough still persists after i finished my medications, I have to go to the hosptial to do an X-ray and look at my lungs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor has indicated that stress and overworking with little sleep is the main cause of my condition and I should avoid doing lots of physical exercises and have lots and lots of rest and water (I've showed certain signs of dehyradtion by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of saractic comments from my good friends, trying to make me see the light that I'm torturing myself by overworking and thinking too much about problems and issues that are happening within work and family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate their concern..It's just that this life that I've been having, overworking and losing sleep has been my lifestyle for 4 years(This year will make it 5)..I've literally turned into a workaholic...This has been my lifestyle and I need time to adjust and change my lifestyle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God made me sick for so long for a reason...I know, I will try to adjust my lifestyle and not overwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Now, I have budget plans to do..I might be on MC today, but I still have deadlines to meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nora: Rest Assured, I will not die on my desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Zai: I will take care..No Worries Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-8843247991694132638?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/8843247991694132638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=8843247991694132638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8843247991694132638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8843247991694132638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/08/pneumonia.html' title='Pneumonia..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-1105293729806750143</id><published>2008-07-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:40:42.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death comes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apologies for not updating my posts since I was pretty busy with new activities that are coming into my life *Laughs*..Anyways, this past few weeks have been hectic, not because of work, but of the recent events that happened that just seem to really tire me out mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Me and Zai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just telling Syahid this fact is equivalent to telling a sirent that there is an impending bomb raid by the Japanese. God knows how many people know about this..It seems that everyone knows it! Errrr!! I was thinkin of jus telling only a few close friends of mine but it seems that most of my social circle knew about it..Oh Wells, It's a sooner or later thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zai and I went out on Sunday with the intention of me finding my glasses and a cap. Those items were on the top of my agenda. We met at 6pm and went to Far East Plaza to have dinner at Sakura...It was a shock to realize that we ate unti 8.40pm! Gosh, by then, most of the shops were closed and all we did was to stare in awe at the numerous sneakers in the sneaker shop (Damn!! I want those sneaks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to Fort Canning and hang out for a while before proceeding to Eunos to have Durians. We stop at the four Seasons Durian Cafe. What shock me was e price. They sell durians for like $20 per kg?! Crazy ar! It's not as thoug the weight is just the durian meat. It's the whole durian! Why would I want to spend money on the durian shell?! Used for what?! Throw in the basket ?! Keep it and use it as a weapon to dealth with my Assistant Manager I Hate ar?! (Wait..Good idea sey..Hmm...)..We ate quite a bit of durians which made me super happy and Zai drove me home until I received a message from one of my best friend saying that his dad is dying and has less than 24 hours left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was shocked and just stoned for a minute. Of course, I knew that will kind of happen, since the doctor has indicated he has up to 6 months..That time frame was an estimate by the doctors and we all knew better that the doctor was indicating to prepare for the worst..But still... He was diagnosed with Lung Cancer and was in the last stage of cancer..Not a good sign to start with in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Syahid's Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His dad passed away yesterday in the morning and I received the message upon arrival at work. Of course, knowing what the fortune teller said, I cannot go to any red( Weddings) or white (Funerals) matters or bad things may happen to put it in simple terms. Anyway, Nora keep calling and was pestering me to go and give our condolences to him. I took a half day off from work and went to meet Nora at Kranji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We then proceed to Ang Mo Kio to take a bus to Macpherson. We bought chocolates for my ex-student as a Thank You gift. There, we waited quite a bit for the bus at the berth. Of course, I was whining and complaining on the public services and staff and Nora made a blunt comment that this bus 135 always have the longest queue out of the other berths. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After reaching Macpherson, We went to Nora's place and to put down her belongings, placed my chcoloate into the fridge and get a green packet so that we could placed the bai kim(white money in hokkein; or money for the funeral expenses) and passed to Syahid's mother. We gave our condolenses and talked about the burial process and how Syahid was struggling with it.. We then ate and basically hang out like the old days with our Yam ice cream and titbits. It was just like those times EXCEPT ONE THING. Those buggers went to tease me about Zai and all, say what..err I like Zai because I like Chai Tea( A type of spice tea, it's an accquired taste kind of thingy), and Syahid balantly teased me saying he would like to spank him hard and stuff...Knowing my nature of being defensive and territorial, of course I'll lashed out at them lah..Basket, to think they enjoy doing thisn to their best friend of 8 years ='(.. Of course they come out with excuses that they 'normally' would not have any topic to make fun of me and now that I have a new 'toy', they want to play with it too...Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hwee Khim and Xin Ning came at night and gave their condolencesas well and all of us head home at 11p.m. Of course, I told Syahid and his brother to take care of their mother and assurance that I will help them when they need it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Syahid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.Hold tight to memories for comfort as you comprehend this profound loss. Let yourself cry, knowing each tear is a note of love rising to the heavens and lean on your friends for strength, and always remember how much you are cared ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On my side, just looking at this scares me quite a bit, all the talks on live after death and what happens to your soul and all. Not that I do not want to believe in, but when there are some many religious pratices going on in this world, from buddhism to islam to hinduism to the moon dance rituals, it's gets pretty hard to understand and imagine what will happen to your soul after you die. But looking at this just teach me to treasure what I have and just plainly have as much fun as I can have in this world, Cause Life is just too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Also, I decided to major in Sciences, I want to do Cancer Biology and Cell Death..Hoepfully, I can do research on stem cells and cancer and help people with these sorts of illnesses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zai, Stop Smoking..Bad for lungs..I dont want things to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-1105293729806750143?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/1105293729806750143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=1105293729806750143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1105293729806750143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1105293729806750143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/death-comes.html' title='Death comes..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-1451445394550738570</id><published>2008-07-23T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:10:41.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, only Nora knew about this and so I just gonna tell some people this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Found Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things have sizzled yesterday..Just hope the flame keeps burning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till then, I think I want to spend more time with my cupcake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meet him yesterday at Orchard at 11pm..I Waited for him since 6pm(Wow..Talk about being patient),while doing that, I went to Kino and source for some book entitled "Dog Man'. It was a book supposedly on morals and values and was highly recommeded by a person from SIA. My book, as usual was not there and I have to wait for a while before the stock comes in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to Taka Toy Fair with Nora and my aim was to find a gundam seed toy that I wanted..Couldn't find it though so I settled for A Winnie the pooh Plush Toy that cost $8.. I bought it since Nora insisted that the Pooh was super cute..It did have this look that says, 'Buy Me, Buy Me..' and i bought it..Hehes.. Went to Adidas to get my velvet sling bag but the shop was closed..Gues It was not meant to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We then proceed to Starbuck and I ordered my warm chocolate cake and a tall Iced Chai Tea..Nora ordered a 4-pump Hazelnut cappacino..She later complaint that she will not be sleeping through e night and she should have ordered decaffed..Dotz Man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was waiting for him and in my head, I was thinking, 'Gosh, seriously, You're waiting for him? Is it worth it? What if he aeroplane you? What if he sees you and runa away? What if..?' All the what-ifs questions were in my head..I was almost going crazy with these thoughts.."Maybe He's jus playing you out..Don't you have pride or something? Waiting aimlessly? pathetic U'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was then Nora choked on something and her ears were 'bursting in flames'. I have to request for a cup of iced water and gave her some time to remove the spicyness from her ears..It was 10.30pm by then and I felt stupid and decide to msg him and head towards the Orchard Mrt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The msg from him came..I was like excited..you should have seen the joy on my face..I have not been happy like that..He was at home, just finished work and he's coming to town to pick me up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nora and I went to e MRT and I alighted at somerset MRT..Then, I saw a tall guy board the train..I walked and I noticed a familiar image of this person's back, like I have seen before, the hair as it was..ARGH! SK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was almost in panic mode..For sum reason, I get flustered and decide to just walk to the stairs and go to Gloria Jeans @ Cathay to meet Him.. Him came and we went to Jalan Kayu in his car..Talked a bit and then went to Yishun when he went to my haus to pee...Haha,both of us had to pee..of all times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We then went back to the car and went to a desolated car park and just talked...At first, we were distant, but something just makes me wanna get closer..Think he has tt feeling..We held hands, caress each others' arms and then he just aimed for my lips after a period of non-stop touching and talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is so anti climax..We had to pee..We went to the toilet at N parks n pee..haha..Then we went back to his car and spend some quality time together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what this may mean..I hope it's going to the direction I wanted it to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for him..I think He knows who he is...Muacks to You! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: Gosh! So tired today...I so need sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-1451445394550738570?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/1451445394550738570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=1451445394550738570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1451445394550738570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1451445394550738570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-its-time-to-end-chapter-and-start.html' title='the Story'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4561219330807412652</id><published>2008-07-21T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:23:52.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Here Are Badies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just Saw my Manager walk off angrily, her hands trembling..She just had a meeting with the Vice President concerning certain issues about work (Shit, goose bums, Bug thoughts are still in my head)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Hope she's ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I know things here are going to turn very sour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh Boys...&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/7808131541232670260-4561219330807412652?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4561219330807412652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4561219330807412652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4561219330807412652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4561219330807412652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-here-are-badies.html' title='People Here Are Badies'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-410221441100445634</id><published>2008-07-21T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:21:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Mr Hissing Cockroach..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Saw this in one of the toilets in CAthay Cineleisure...Great Pic I Have to Say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Caption: Me is Hissing Cockroach I want to suck your balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Imagine a cockroach sucking your balls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Reminds me of this picture I saw of a breast of this woman (She's alive and kicking by the way). She removed her breast due to inflammation and the doctors discovered sacs of worms and larva in her.. They fed on her fats, milk sacs and ....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Goose Bums...Next time, wash your undergarments first thing when you just purchased them...That's a lesson everione has to learn or worms will be growing in places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Goose Bums....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stupid Hui Ting, Send out Such gross Emails..I can do gore and blood but NOT BUGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Re: I HATE BUGS (But not Mr Hissing Cockroach..Haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Cockroach..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2472754406980029325</id><published>2008-07-17T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:15:28.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Sneaker Freaker~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I Fell in love once I saw these two pairs going on sale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Limited Edition...I want....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=-14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=-14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike Air-Black Widow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Nike-Terminator-High---Heavy-Metal-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Nike-Terminator-High---Heavy-Metal-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike Terminator-Heavy Metal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect for the punk rocker in Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weeee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im in Love =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-2472754406980029325?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2472754406980029325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=2472754406980029325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2472754406980029325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2472754406980029325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/sneaker-freaker.html' title='~Sneaker Freaker~'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2208212338237455486</id><published>2008-07-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:51:08.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Deadly Sins Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 134px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 126px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 200px; background: #990022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 64px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 116px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 200px; background: #990022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 128px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-2208212338237455486?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2208212338237455486/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4006018977557721855</id><published>2008-07-16T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:52:57.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures from Emirates Singapore Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pictures of me and people from the Corporate Communications department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=samiahjacandQ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/samiahjacandQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Samiah, Jacqueline(My Manager) and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Jacyunandq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Jacyunandq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, Yun(My Executive) and Jacqueline..Stupid Pic but Cute faces...I Look so bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;An official Announcement: I'm single again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes...He did not even give a damn about things..Told him the truth and he just ignored me..Typical of things to happen like that..Oh Wells, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live goes On..&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/7808131541232670260-4006018977557721855?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4006018977557721855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4006018977557721855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4006018977557721855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4006018977557721855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pictures-from-emirates-singapore.html' title='More Pictures from Emirates Singapore Derby'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2555369174115240426</id><published>2008-07-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:12:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Tuesday and Pics of Abrey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE TUESDAYS AND I HATE STUPID MATERIALISTIC BRATS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today is not a good day for me. For the second time this week, I'm horribly late for work, probably due to the fact that I went home late yesterday. It was my last tuition session with my two boys in Simei. The session ended rather late as the new tuition teacher, which happens to be my best friend's boyfriend came and I had to brief him on where i stopped and things to take note e.g. the boy's behaviour, study habits and mood swings. It's like being a parent and you have to leave your kids. I was torn at first, after taking the photo with the boys and leaving the house..But, it's a sooner or later thing, and my ability to teach secondary 1 maths is rather limited..So better now than later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Kids during our last session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today is not a good day..for once, my manager has put a gentle reminder not to be late again.. She did not scold me or anything but I knew she needed my help in the administration of certain documents. Sucks ar, how guilt can bite at your butt, so I've decide d to take a cab, with the start price at $3.10(due to the diesel surcharge) and $1.10 surcharge. I do not believe that taxi drivers are not earning enough lor, all those complains about not being able to make ends meet. If so, then stop smoking so much cigarettes or drinking so much lah! That will definitely save up a lot( Sorry, that's my impression of taxi drivers, they do nothing but laze around, sit in their car and complain about everything that is in Singapore such as politics and stuff)..Made me spend like $13.50 on a taxi today...Bummer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went to Friendster and sent a message to kelvin and realise that he actualli did this silent break up thing...So i sent him a message to 'confirm' and make the break official..I knew this is gonna happen anyway, He is so high maintainance and just a stuborn person that does not listen with lots of debts incurred. I like him a lot, I was actualli hoping to keep this baby by my side, but you never reply me, don't want to talk, what are you trying to tell me? U want to break? How I know what you want?I msg you and you ignored...Like I said, I've absoultely little faith in relationships, they never work...That's why I find it pointless to woo and court others, even though I like them A LOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Haiz...It's not that I'm sad or anything, but must it happen today, when I'm tired, late for work, busy like siao everiday and a break up to make my day? Bummer that my monetary investments went to waste..Oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to My ex Blog and discovered that he has declared that he is anti-geminis, probably due to the fact that most of those guys that he date all ditch him due to their 'instability'..Oh Well, Discovered that he is still like that..Some things don't change, I guess...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Doing this chinese paper translations right now..But It's just so hard for me even to read this bloody racing article! The way I'm reading this chinese article is like a causasian reading chinese. It sucks totally, and translation a chinese article took me an hour and I have 3 articles..Fuck lah..Why my chinese like that? So hate myself now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;No Mood to even talk to people..Haiz..Bad tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and the week must go on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures of Abrey's Dinner before she left for Aussie..Miss My Good Old Fren..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smaryamj.multiply.com/photos/album/7/Dinner_on_2_July_08#2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.smaryamj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/500x500/2/CIMG0461.JPG?et=tjCcSLzMVAIBG7xnrLI9Og&amp;amp;nmid=104032176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Priya and Geri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smaryamj.multiply.com/photos/album/7/Dinner_on_2_July_08#6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.smaryamj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/500x500/6/CIMG0465.JPG?et=v2r38rEQCv2RXHeRPQfs0g&amp;amp;nmid=104032176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me and Maryam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smaryamj.multiply.com/photos/album/7/Dinner_on_2_July_08#8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.smaryamj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/500x500/8/CIMG0467.JPG?et=bAijUI%2CBZ%2CCCIuKFBkEXyQ&amp;amp;nmid=104032176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Abrey and Geri..Abrey, what the heck you are lookin at man?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smaryamj.multiply.com/photos/album/7/Dinner_on_2_July_08#14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.smaryamj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/500x500/14/CIMG0474.JPG?et=Ys%2B4MLTNiwW6ubdPPnJ5Gw&amp;amp;nmid=104032176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Abrey having fun being shot at..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smaryamj.multiply.com/photos/album/7/Dinner_on_2_July_08#15"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.smaryamj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/500x500/15/CIMG0475.JPG?et=EdPYIakZI5NpHhph6zByyg&amp;amp;nmid=104032176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me Feeding my Pet Abrey..hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smaryamj.multiply.com/photos/album/7/Dinner_on_2_July_08#18"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.smaryamj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/7/500x500/18/CIMG0482.JPG?et=IE2N3r1Ww4RC75dxMj9wVw&amp;amp;nmid=104032176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The present tt I gave Abrey beofre she go..I hand made the gift, and I think It was the second gift I ever made in my life (The first gift I made for my ex and he sneered at it..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You Abrey..Come Back Soon with doughnuts from Aussie..Yummy! They look Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope the rest of the week is not going to be bad..*Sighs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-2555369174115240426?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2555369174115240426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=2555369174115240426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2555369174115240426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2555369174115240426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-tuesday-and-pics-of-abrey.html' title='Bad Tuesday and Pics of Abrey..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-8628124818189296417</id><published>2008-07-14T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:20:56.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13th Singapore Emirates Derby 2008</title><content type='html'>Quick update...Have been very busy with the preparations of the 13th Singapore Emirates Derby 2008. This is one of the glamourous races in the Singapore Horse racing calendar, with women wearing headpieces and hats of various designs. Hats are also sold during the race with those that cost ranging from $320 to $1K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, my job is to assist my Manager in the logistics of the event and also the creation of the centre piece for our foyrer.I also assisted in flirting with the contractors to get good deals for my manager for our arch that cost us $1k in the end(instead of $1.3K)...No choice, ur boss ask you to die, you have to die..Oh wells, thank god I can fake the innocent looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo007-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo007-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arch...at the Entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Centrepiece that My Manager and I made..She was so happy that the basket actualli floated! At the expense of 100 blue balloons..But the Emirates Bears are darlings..They just smile at you all the time..The people were all smitten by that chest of bears and the floating bears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo001-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the final piece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo006-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo006-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headpieces..Syahid would love one of these on his heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo004-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo004-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo005-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo005-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo003-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo002-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet..I'm a sweets person..Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamourl-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Owners' lounge..Most people can't see this unless you're a horse owner=p The horses are the ones that were running the featured race, with top Spin winning in First place...Im not much of a horse racing fan, but you will feel the adrenaline rush when you're there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 and a half weeks of preparations for that race.. Worth It? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-8628124818189296417?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/8628124818189296417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=8628124818189296417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8628124818189296417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8628124818189296417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/13th-singapore-emirates-derby-2008.html' title='13th Singapore Emirates Derby 2008'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-6974899296190206536</id><published>2008-07-06T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:26:04.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What this Quiz Reveals About a Person</title><content type='html'>I was actuaaly bored at home, cusring to myself why that stupid boy did not message me for the past 3 hours and decided to go check my e-mail...I spot this personality test from this tibet guy asn was thinking, no harm trying ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took approximately 15 minutes to do this Quiz and it shocked the hell out of me, cause It's like almost accurate..Trust the Tibet people to have nothing better to do than do this kind of stuff.. But if you want to do the test, do not read this entry or you will be cheating..I have sent out the email to everi-one I know coz It's kinda accurate..Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1) This question requires you to put some animals in order..It's a qns actualli on your priorities in life...Mine priorities in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pride&lt;br /&gt;2) Career&lt;br /&gt;3) Family&lt;br /&gt;4) Love&lt;br /&gt;5) Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that first 2 is accurate, the rest are just bull-crap..But, not bad, to know my first two priorities in life. Love and Family? Gosh, Throw them away any time..Money..Hmmm, it shpuld be my thrid pruority actualli..But Oh Wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2) This requires us to use certain adjectives on animals.. The adjectives later will decribe the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first animal I use the word 'loyal'- Which indicates I'm a loyal person..(Oh Wow..Like Duh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second animal I use the word 'lazy'- which indiactes that my partner's personality..(Errr...Great, a lazy arsehole as a sex partner...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third animal I use the word 'dirty'- which describes my enem ies's personalities..(Oh well, if you're hated by me, U're definitely dirty in some ways..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth thing I use the word 'addiction'- which bascially decribes how I view sex in general( Go Figure..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I use the word 'limitless', which plainly describes how I view my own life..(Wooo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3) The third question indicates the person I will associate with the following colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow- I associate this color with Abrey and Sam and according to the results, they're people I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange- Syahid- A person that I consider my true friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red- SK (I know..He's out of my life)..But the results indicates he's the love of my life..Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White- Nora- My Twin Soul..Hahahaaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green-Hasrul- Sone one I will not forget for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Ryte, Haha..Stupid Results...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-6974899296190206536?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/6974899296190206536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=6974899296190206536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6974899296190206536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6974899296190206536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-this-quiz-reveals-about-person.html' title='What this Quiz Reveals About a Person'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-108781322693089518</id><published>2008-07-03T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:24:28.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got a New Date and a Hell Lot More Things to Do</title><content type='html'>To many of the people out here, most would have think I will actually be left on the shelves for a very long time to grow mould and rot, watching couples and lovers do their own sweet things and basically dreaming of these things in my unususally imaginative brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it felt surreal saying this, but I think I'm attached. I THINK. Yes, I cannot confim this as I barely knew this guys for 3 days. Yes, 3 Days. 3 DAys and I can get a date.It's been 4 years ever since the last break up and now, I have a date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OMG! FINALLY!!! *Shakes Bums*', Yes, thats what Norasyikeen, my best budd, did when she heard that I may have a possibility of being attached. However, my worry: He has every resemblences of Quek Swee Kai. VEery single detail(except for his face) and he is younger by 4 years at least. A worrying factor that may cause a relationship to blow out like how a volcano explodes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just hope nothing of that sort will happen..We are goin on a date on Saturday..So, let's see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, for most people out there, I have resigned my post last wednesday,25 June and have rejoined my department, Corporate Comms. yesterday(2nd July)..People just do not understand how this works out for me..Well, let's just say that I'm under a different management and am so much happier now...Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 1 week break, did nothing much actualli, my best budd's dad has cancer and I had been talking to him..If not, clubbing and making presents for Geri and Abrey. Abrey's present in particular, which I made using my limited ability to do handicrafts, looks alomsot to the point of girly and cheesy at the same time. I was so shy about giving this hand made gift of mine. Nontheless, She loved it and almost ton tears when she received the gift of the hand-made photo-frame and the pictures that I had specially source for that has pictures of her and the people in our class(Orh, Yes, I know, I can be so sweet at times..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon, cause no time to upload, nowadays, I'm pretty busy. I have taken on bigger responsibilities and have to sit in mettings and get involved in the planning and undertaking of the Emirates Derby Trial and Races happening next week...So, will be busy with basically work and boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, gtg, have work to attend to..bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-108781322693089518?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/108781322693089518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=108781322693089518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/108781322693089518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/108781322693089518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-got-new-date-and-hell-lot-more.html' title='How I got a New Date and a Hell Lot More Things to Do'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7212786260918975440</id><published>2008-06-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:36:12.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When In Doubt, Ask the Oracle!</title><content type='html'>What a good bargin, I bought a stone for $500 for a stone by this man. Apparently, this stone changes color when you are sick! If it turns green, you are very sick. What must you do? Boil this stone with water and drink it..If it turns blue, you are well! Cool Hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now onwards, this stone shall be my new best friend. I called him "&lt;strong&gt;The Oracle&lt;/strong&gt;" (LIghts and that Holy voices all appearing)...It wil heal me of my work stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting &lt;strong&gt;the Oracle&lt;/strong&gt;, the stone, the $500 miracle stone. The one that heals it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo004-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo004-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo003-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I coughed and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo002-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned green!Then, I boil this stone with water and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned blue!I'm cured!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's my new toy lah, my samsung MP3 player..The stone edition, 1GB, 20 hour Battery Life and it's purple in color. I wanted to get the black one but it's like so common i.e the salesperson is trying to sell that color. there's only one purple left so I took it...$55 lah..Cheap, nice, light and suitable for NS...(Btw, my colleagues got tricked by those words,and they curse and swear at me when they found it's a MP3 player...Funny man..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing with my toy, I ate my dinner that consists of s whole chicken, oily char siew and plain rice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...No wonder I'm getting bigger..Well, I just got upgraded to a M size for my shirts..So, must make sure I'm keeping up my shape or I have to buy S size shirts again lor...Waste Money..Food....Before this dinner, I had early dinner consisting of...basically food...So, yah..I'm fat *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Nothing much this weekend, except for this combination that this baristar did for me, Tazo Chai Tea Frap with chocolate chip, whipped cream and chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo005-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo005-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice for me, to the rest, erm, it's an acquired taste..Not many can appreciate Chai Tea, Only the matured and the smartest tend to enjoy the taste(Oops, Suyahid and Xin Ning hate this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FOR ALL UNDER THE STARS @ RACECOURSE: KUNGFU PANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=FUTSJune08a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/FUTSJune08a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic of us and erm, our boss, which strike a pose(Don't ask why)..Yun, our executive, did not like this pic and told me to remove her face, so..For you, Yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=FUTSJune08a-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/FUTSJune08a-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah!!!Your face not seen le!!!! only smart people can do this one hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I have tended my resignation at the Singapore Turf Club. Last day on Wednesday,25 June 2008. But...Can't tell you what is happening but a lot of politics, backstabbing, bitch fighting is going to happen within these few days during my last days here and after i quit...Stay Tuned!(So Donny..EEEE...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7212786260918975440?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7212786260918975440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7212786260918975440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7212786260918975440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7212786260918975440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-in-doubt-ask-oracle.html' title='When In Doubt, Ask the Oracle!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2609568099495579182</id><published>2008-06-21T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:21:25.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I just Hate This Saturday</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this in the library, after having lunch with Hasrul (I mean Tea) at punngol Nasi Padang...I have to say, I prefer Malay food compared to chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up at 8.45a.m with a message sent by my manager, Jac..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes likes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I Just spoke to John(From BD). Theres a high chance HR would not approve the transfer........How long do you think you can hang on at CCM?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank and I wish I was in bed.Again, just sleeping for the rest of my life. Great, I thought, Now I wil never get away from the evil hands of my Assistant Manager....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Because of that, I went to bed and woke up at 4pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I shall sleep again...I cannot stand work, i so need to get away from it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-2609568099495579182?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2609568099495579182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=2609568099495579182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2609568099495579182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2609568099495579182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-just-hate-this-saturday.html' title='Why I just Hate This Saturday'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5343300620302555016</id><published>2008-06-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:04:09.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Road is near</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I actuaaly decide to spend some time to put up a post. Some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I had a cross fire with my Assistant Manager, Mo-*****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not understnd the basci principle of being down right nasty and rude to your fellow colleagues. They're here to help you, they're doing your work. The least you could do is just stay silent and not pass any causal remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this woman actually gave me unreasonable deadlines two weeks ago on an assignment, I could not finish it. She yelled at me. I tried to be reasonable to her. She wanted the work back so that she can do it by herself, and has made remarks that I was rude to her for the past few weeks and have been inefficient. Well, I might be small, but I have huge mouth. So I made some saracatic comments that she was rude, pushy and she's just here for the purpose of increasing head count in the department.She made me cry(Boo Hoo Hoo..) and now bascially most people in this club knows that she's a b****. Well, she can win that small little battle, I'm going to win this war. Whenever I see her walking past me in the corridor, I will look away. don't want to talk to her, speak with her, or work with her. Hence, I have tended my 'resignation' in this department.From next week onwards, I will be in Business Development..(Edward and Nora will definitely laugh at this..)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may say, aiyo, Quince, How come you work everithime, like that one? My reply is simple, "If you want to talk about my work quality, fine. Don't cross over the line by insulting my character, cause I know, mine is at least better than yours, And I don't push the blame on others when problems arise or take undeserving credit that others should take". Yes, that is my Assistant Manager. What happen? Hmm, I have rushed out her guest list and her e-invites for her, and she nicely pushes the blame on me as the invited guests have turned down our invitation to the races. Her rationale, if I don't do asap, guests will be make plans to do other things and will not come down to the races. Please, I thought, managers and directors may have other better things to do beside coming down to races. They may want to do other things and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whatever, Now she want to focus 100% of my time on her work, when that is almost absurb when I have 2 other manager's to attend to...It's like a tug of war and I'm the rope, almost to the point of being pulled to threads. I tended my 'resignation' to my manager, and she has nicely helped me in my transfer. Thanks Jac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the people here are nice people. It's a shame I'm leaving my pet hamster in the office to fend herself...Wait, was that Yun? Oh...Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girls, for looking out for me.Appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fun for All Under the Stars (FUTS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a family event organised at the racecourse. Yun and I were busily moving from place to place, making sure that our temp staff are doing their rounds, and making indications who we should not employ as temp staff the next time we have an event. We drove buggies and had dinner @ the Lotus Room, Quite 'prestigous'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my Assistant Manager was being a b****, acting like she's working and bitching, but who cares, when I have my pet hamster and me playing with the buggy..Haha..Pics for FUTS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Club Car...I'm going to learn how to drive it!It's like driving an automatic car, No worries, Quincy is definitely safe in the roads!Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo003-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, NExt to me is my Executive, Yun. Busily driving and talking on the phone. Road Hazard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Manager, Jacq...I'm actualli the driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo005-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo005-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo002-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test trials runs at the Racecourse. I was very close to the racecourse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo004-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo004-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shirt i bought..Shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: I have not take photos of all the shirts I got for my Birthday..All shirts look gay on me, don't worry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I Bought A New Novel Series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new series of Novels by Trudi Canavan. The age of the Five is a series on evil, dreamweavers, honor, valor of a young priestress who has little time to adapt to her exceptional powers...Loved this book, I'm so looking forward to reading this novel in the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=41FMM740AFL_SS500_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/41FMM740AFL_SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I got hit at in the turf club by some girl. Apparently, everyone said that my social circle is getting bigger and bigger, and people in departments are beginning to like me, such as admin, marketing, Oh well, I think I got hit at at the vet department..But then...ya, you get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, back to work, my last day at corporate communications..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5343300620302555016?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5343300620302555016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5343300620302555016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5343300620302555016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5343300620302555016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-road-is-near.html' title='The End of the Road is near'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-1833264150302011340</id><published>2008-06-12T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:28:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Yay, pictures are appearing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Thought you were here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo003-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Ice Cream Person gave me 2 spoons to eat my ice cream...Haiz,felt so alone eating this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Birthday celebration @ Hooters: FOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo002-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Lime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or What's left of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Hot Dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT CENELE CHOCOLATE AND YASSIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Vintage3324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Vintage3324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Vintage3320.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Vintage3320.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Vintage3329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Vintage3329.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treats for my sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Vintage3333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Vintage3333.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of sugar, in case you're wondering what's that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo003-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Vintage3325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Vintage3325.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo002-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahid lookin stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo005-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo005-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nora is just lookin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Vintage3323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Vintage3323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tt's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, at nyte,for supper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=07062008236.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/07062008236.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=07062008233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/07062008233.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=07062008235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/07062008235.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B'dae cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I bought for myself for my Bdae...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamourl-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo001-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarts from winson...hehe, the rest owes me presents...Syahid, Nora &amp; Hasrul..I'm waiting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-1833264150302011340?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/1833264150302011340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=1833264150302011340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1833264150302011340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/1833264150302011340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-8108201867320915719</id><published>2008-06-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:07:26.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mix of Wrath and Melancholy from the witches' brew...</title><content type='html'>This week is probably the worst week of the month. Not only am I'm experience the first week of being 20, people, incident and non-living things have been getting on my nerves lately. Never mind about the inner calmness and what all the yoga in the world can improve the wellbeing of a person spiritually...Whatever it is, everything is going wrong, everything is just not what it should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shut the Cake-hole up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Assistant manager(AM) just can't be nice. She talks on the phone as though people calling her are her arch enemies. She barks at people, she whines and bascially, she does not have a single ounce of manners at all. Strange for a mother of 2 sons who are older than you. I certainly do want to see the products of this woman, they're probably much worse than her... It's not that I'm doing nothing at work. I have like a million and one things to do. That's work. Of course, you have to do the work that are urgent. But when urgent is over used in here, it does not matter. here's what happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM: Quincy, have you prepared the guest list for the 27th July?&lt;br /&gt;Q : i'm in the process of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Ok, can you also complete this list for the auditing tomorrow? It's Urgent&lt;br /&gt;Q : ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM: Have you finish the list?&lt;br /&gt;Q :No.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Have you finish the guest list?&lt;br /&gt;Q :No.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Ok, fax this for me. (there are 20 international faxes to fax)&lt;br /&gt;Q :ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes, Quince faxed about 15 faxes, international fax do take a longer to get through compared to local faxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM: Quincy, have you finished the audit documents&lt;br /&gt;Q : No, I'm still faxing.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Then, have you done the guest list.&lt;br /&gt;Q : (getting pissed) No, not yet, I have to do the audit documents first ryte?&lt;br /&gt;AM: Why is the fax taking so long? Why so slow?( In a very demanding and ugly tone)&lt;br /&gt;Q: (Raised his voice in a manner of sarcasm) It takes time to key in 30 over numbers per fax and take a great deal of time ding up the documents. I'm not lazing around sitting down doing nothing, in case you did not notice.&lt;br /&gt;AM: (keeps quiet) ....&lt;br /&gt;Q : (Rolls his eyes) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, do not push it man. I'm here to help you. So don't try to even vent it out on me. I'm the bitch that barks louder than a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Boss is just so stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I work with a boss that asks me this: "Is Microsoft Powerpoint a software or a hardware, What is Microsoft powerpoint in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, you can't cure stupidity. It's uncurable and infectious. Seriously, can't stand stupid old woman with virgin vaginas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Children and Kids: Never have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children these days are the parent's pride and joy. In my opinion, they are just a form of retribution, Why? The evil and naughty things that you do to your kid, your kids will return it back to you. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student, a girl, is often described as a slow, lazy student with absolute no hope in her PSLE. At primary 4, she could not even understand how to do a simple Primary 1 Maths Questions, let alone passing her Maths tests and exams. Well, one of my best buds, Nora, tried her ways at teaching her and she gave up, so I went to the resuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, at first, I had difficulty teaching her. Her attitude stinks so bad, it smells worse than ammonia. It was painful to teach at first, but as time goes by, her attitude towards studies improved. She became more pro-active and talks more than she use to( This girls used to speak one sentence in one hour when I first taught her). This year, she's in primary 5 and I'm successful in teaching her the sums in Primary 3 so far. It sounds absurb to some, like,'Why does a Primary 3 girl unable to do Primary 3 sums?'. Well, any sort of people exists. And I normally laugh it off, to protect my kids, as they are after all, trying their best to improve and I treat them as though they're my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens on a typical day in the month of May that I've notice that she is starting to lose her Momentum in her studies. True, she may be 4th in class, she made improvements in her Maths exam, even though she failed quite badly. But, I'm proud. I cannot allow her to lose this momentum or else her work becomes sloppy. Unfortunately, with so much distraction such as her China trip in the June Holidays, she's lost her interest. It was like week when I've noticed that her work has gotten from being average to mediocre to simply bad. She takes one and a half hour to finish my work, when she normally takes only 30 minutes to do so. Worst, it was the same homework with the exact same qorksheet. Her study table is always empty and she is simply not bothered. I've scolded her so many times, gave her many opportunities until when wrath consumes me, I just simply shouted at her face, banged at the table with my fists, throw the homework i gave her on the floor to give her the statement(That she was throwing her efforts away)...Even her aunt and her elder cousin who lived with her got irrtated with this stinking attitude of hers. in the end, she refused to have lessons with me as I'm not the usual 'Mr I-a nice-person' teacher anymore...Seriously, with that attitude of yours, it's ok. I can made do without the money. It's little and peanuts and I definitely don't earn at all since the transportation to her house and back cost around $5 per session. Oh wells, good luck with your studies. I wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Family Drama just keeps getting better and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly pissed to the point whereby I will not shout, yell or even hint to you I'm pissed. Please lah, you think your mum and I are maids ar, Even if I'm a maid, I will not serve you lor. I rather serve my lover 24/7. Seriously, My brother is as lazy as shit, eats like a bottomless pit, smokes so much and sniff so much of those things that It just seriously get on my nerves. It is not suprising that I've strike him using a butcher-knife before. Even my mum and dad is afraid of me flaring up. I can even shut them up in graduation. Just proves to you I'm rather scary when I'm pissed even though I stand at a height of 1.55m... Haiz, just so tiring being in a stupid family drama that never seem to have an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Phone problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid phone just got repaired and it cost me $50 to repair everything. Now, i can't press the buttons 8, *,0 and #! gosh, have to go back again to repair it.EEEEERRRRRRRR... I need my phone coz all the contacts are saved in the phone and not my SIM card. Stupid Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sick of Being Sick&lt;br /&gt;I've develop follicitis after the drug allergy reaction and It has healed fairly well. But, the bad thing is that i'm coughing like shit. I've been coughing for three weeks...Can't stand the pain..Waaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm going crazy with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today. next day, i'm pissed, the day after, I will feel sad and think of the past love life I ever had with Swee kai. That relationship seriously affected me so bad that I can't be intimate with my other lover. And I have to leave him coz It's me. It's my fault. Gosh, Get him out of my HEAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days and the weekend is here. Chill, Quincy, Chill. You be meeting your friends for dinner. The only thing you're looking forward this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss him after hearing this stupid song..haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This song is from this movie, Love of Siam, every guy that I know watch it cried. It's about two very young male lovers that loved each other so much but in the end, they could not be together in the end. But, their promise to eternal love is just touching, in a sense. The lyrics bothered my emotions quite a bit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-8108201867320915719?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/8108201867320915719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=8108201867320915719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8108201867320915719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8108201867320915719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-cross-line.html' title='A Mix of Wrath and Melancholy from the witches&apos; brew...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7848722998117062004</id><published>2008-06-08T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:01:16.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BirThday, BirThday, BirThday, BirThday, BirThday,BirThday,BirThday....</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's that time of the year, the year where I can nearly declared I'm an adult, the time whereby we leave the age that has the word '-teen' in it. Yes, I'm 20. (Applause please, I never thought I would lived till this age, Hola!). No, I'm not drunk with tequila or anything, it's just that the birthday week was, for some unforseen circumstancces, one of my most emotional and unstable week. Let's see, Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Monday, 2nd June (Event: Reunion with ex- Kumon pals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of broke (I only at $20 bucks for the whole week, apparently, the recruiter forgot to issue my pay check) and I have to think of different ways to maximise my $20 for the whole week. Sat was my birthday and I'm horribly sick with thonsilities and a bad whooping cough that seems to be infectious. Should I go to the doc? Nah. $20 barely can last if I go for the consultantion and get medication( Btw, I spent only $4 if my consultation is $40 or less, cause my papa got medical benefits extended to the family), Haiz, after work, I went to Yishun to meet up with my ex-kumon colleagues, Wendy, kelvin, Pam and Yong En..Pity Darlene couldn't come. All of us went to the Blk 928 kopitiam, have our dinner and our teh/milo peng and just chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam- The first gal to get 'sacked' by our boss, or thats what our boss claim when pam issued our boss her resignation. That gal sign up as a paramedic, cool hor? Always thought she will do something I'll never expect her to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong En- Second gal to leave Kumon. She never wanted to, but her part-time studies for her specialized diploma that time forced her to leave. SHe's in NTUC income calculating Premiums, Haha..Her motivation in work is to clear emails as much as possible everyday. Studying her part-time degree in Kaplan..Always say not interested and lazy to study.. Ironies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy- 3rd gal to..Now working at Mediacorp, doing some research on airtime sales. Sounds boring adn mundane but the pay is rather good though, compared to here. She's still the same, shy and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin- 5th person that left Kumon( I was the fourth) he sleeps at home, helps out at home, and basically suffering thwe aftermath of ORD- Having nothing to do. He still wants to go back to Kumon to work as he is continuing his studies in NTU..Ryte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of us had dinner and deserts and just talk lor...Apparently, Kelvin told us that Kumon is decimated. On peak days where there are approx. 160 students, there are only 2 teachers that are available to teach. I was like Woah! I personally hated the bosses there since they are plastic women who are horrible misers that aims to get only money for their own benefits and treats the rest like disease. If you see the kind of service Kumon Yishun Central now provides, you would have go ' Thats it? That's all?', Trust me, I work there...The kids just don't get the 100% and I seriously pity those kids...Even my ex-celloegues think the same frequency like I do...Well, quoted from Yong En, &lt;em&gt;' If you give Peanuts, You'll get monkeys', &lt;/em&gt;so true lor..Even the teachers that are teaching there have attitude problems themselves, all so haughty, think they so big, One of those reason why I left- Can't work with haughty people. The dinner was overally ok...Spend less than $10 on food and dessert, so it was gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tuesday and Wednesday, 3rd and 4th June (Event: Work, work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for more than 12 hours, from 8a.m to 6p.m at Singapore Turf Club (STC) and 7p.m. to 9.30p.m. at Simei for my tuition lessons... Got my pay of $105 for the fornights that I teach there. This money, however, is spent on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Happy, later tired and prone to irrtation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thursday, 5th June (Event: Bitchy Bosses and Night at HOOters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have money. Wippee. I'd had work. Geeezzzzz, the worse is, the old women here most problably discovered that their husbands would rather look at a horse or a pony than looking at her. (i'm shooting this at my AM) She may not have received her dosage of vitamin S (S= sex!) or just undergoing one of her me-no-pause frames that she just have to bitch fit at me. It's not that I did not heed your instructions, you do not even know what the heck you are saying and you're scolding me. Worse, try to correct my english grammar error when I'm explaining the reasons why the work could not be done. WTF? Had a bitch fit in fron of her and just work off to meet my Manager and Executive who took MC to go shopping. I've should not have gone to work, just take the MC and go shoppin..But, no money to shop..sian, Darn, that recruitor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bitchy and Pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clarke Quay and waited for the girls for a rather long time. So, i sat down by the Singapore River and bought Ice Cream from Azabu Sabo. Bought 2 sccops of Ice-cream, Milk cocolate and Durian. Stupid person gave me 2 spoons. Makes me feel a little lonely and isolated and thinking of all the stupid things about couples and ice cream. Haiz, yes, these things may not seem to get to me, but once melancholy and the past gripes me, it gripes me hard. Ate my chocolate durian(Since I just mix the falvours into one and ate it) until the girls came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hooters (pity phone spoil or there will be pics) and realise that the 'oo' in Hooters means boobies.. All the philipino girls were like wearing oversized clothes and have a rather 'bitchy' aura with it...Seriously, i see no diff between them and china mei mei-s in massage parlors that will provide any alternate services for maximum comfort, pleasure and staisfaction. After all, Singapore is rather service-orientaed, whatever customer want, zhong guo mei-mei can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered snow crabs, kalamari, chicken drumlets(honey favored) and some slcohol. Since all of us were sick of some kind, we took a little lesser drinks than expected. Ordered my ususal, of course, tequila with lemon and lime, Yun and her cranberry Juice(Health craze this gal) and Jac got beer... EAt and chat about topics of sluts, work, sex, the different positions and venues for optimised pleasure and zoonotic porn..Haha, poor yun, I'd made fun of her till she got nothing to say, who ask her to eat like a hamster. Animals these days, somemore want to talk animal porn with me? please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later wanted to try reverse bungee..But the ladies have no balls(they have tits only mah) so they opt out..Haiz,No one wants to play the revers bungee lor..I need to find someone to play that with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Friday, 6th June, Eve of Birthday (Event: MC and new happiness found!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take MC since my AM wants to be bitchy to me on Thursday. Fine, take Mc lor, let's see who does your filthy scandals...Haha! Went to the doctor and got some cough meds since I'm still coughing like a old man.Got bored since everyone (even abrey, Yes, Abrey, the tao-tai like person) is working, so went to NYp to meet Nora. Ate dinner and talked and went to meet her Bf. Not bad looking, skinny, smokes, eats eclipse mints...Typical malay guy. Talked for a while then go town for some window shopping(since both Nora and I are broke coz the HR people are sitting on our pay checks with their large hairy butt cheeks). Went to Taka kino and saw so many good books, darn it, I was thinking, If only I had the money....Went to many cltohing and apparels shops, with their SALE sign so big and so attractive, calling to you like an angel of God..If only I had the money..haiZ, So I went to the ATM with absolute no hopes of seeing the blue $50 notes in front of me and insert in the card. Upon pressing the balance account button, my jaws dropped. Tears overwhelm my eyes and a sudden surge of serotonin rushed into my head. 'Are you done yet,Q', ask Nora. With that extra glitter in my eyes, I've asked Nora to looke at my account. "WOAH!That's a lot of cash for 2 weeks of work!"...First thing I did, withdraw money lah!!! Decide to go treat Nora to eat but could not find a restaurant that has a seat, so we went home, with our stomachs empty, and promises for a better tommorow with a chocolate feast at chanele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Absolutely overjoyed..Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Friday Night, 6th June, 12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early, pretending to be asleep, somehow, mlancholy engulfed me. I was absoultely sad for god knows what reason and started crying, with tears pouring down my cheeks continously, like some drug allergy reaction. I can't stop , and i don;t know why. Was it because I'm old? No, I've looked young, like a child porn star. Was it because I'm broke? No, I had money. Was it because I'm alone by myself on the night of my birthday and wishing he was beside me, hugging me closely and snugging like we used to..Think so..As usual, I was disappointed that he did not bother even whishing me. Years have passed, we've become strangers, but this still lingers and It's utterly sickening...Haiz.... My best friend did not give me my ex-gf number also to wish her happi bdae(My ex-gf and I had the same bdae, My ex-bf and my pa has the same bdae..Concidence?Nah...Just a freak of nature..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Under the gaydar...Misses you..(I'm not the emo kind so writing this is weird for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Saturday, 7th June(Event: Happi Bdae to Me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 4pm to meet Nora and Syahind and I treated them to a day at Chanele Choclate Restaurant..I've invited Hasrul but he needs to rest his injuired eye. The treat was a thank-you for being my best-est bitch and support for 7 years of my life and we've enjoyed it-with the different types of sweets, chocolates and ice creamt the world has to offer. I spent a total of $73.55. Sinful indulgences turns 3 dsyfunctional people high and sick of sweets. Syahid went bonkers on sugar, Nora stone on cakes and I was just gay! Haha..the treats were so sinful that when Syahid was peforming his Pokemon show at 7p.m, he danced so dizzly and did the naughtiest thing a pokemon ever did to a little boy- He stole his cap! Gosh....Mudkip was so naughty....Haha(Wish I can show the video, it's in my spoilt phone!ARGH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that show, Syahid and Elvin joined Nora and I to a shopping spree in town..Bought a pair of Havianas Brasil at NUM and saw ex-North View guy!I wanted to day hi, but I guess he was like...erm..acting like he don't know me lor...Oh wells, Then I bang at topman, and some departmental stores to buy my boxer shorts from Raw and renoma glamour, Well, the name of the undie speaks for itself, the color of Glamour is like gold and 'designed' to enhance the butt..Haha, people, I don't have to buldge out my arse, i have proper support.Haha...Oh wells, One must have nice undies to prepare for any unprepared indulgences ahead!(No pics though..Sorry..Will try to get the pics)..Met Xin Ning, Winson at Boon Keng and cut my Bdae Cake and ate supper and that wraps up the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Contended, Wish he was here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Sunday, 8th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought with my family...(Typical Drama), Phone Spoil and a horrible session with my student as she is being her ususal cannot-be-bothered self...Bad sunday..Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Monday, 9th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the Boss and AM not here today! Horray! But the job gets harder...Haiz, Have to edit corporate Video...Quotations...Guests Lists...@o@..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7848722998117062004?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7848722998117062004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7848722998117062004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7848722998117062004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7848722998117062004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-birthday-birthday-birthday.html' title='BirThday, BirThday, BirThday, BirThday, BirThday,BirThday,BirThday....'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-3316686643030540560</id><published>2008-06-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T03:32:56.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice...</title><content type='html'>It's funny how one's pride can make a person do, It makes one arrogant, dumb, despressed or desperate. Well, it seems that having a swollen pride leads to the prejudice by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: one of the seven sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride, the emotion that refers to a strong sense of self respect, the refusal to be humiliated as well the joy in knowing one's accomplishments done. That is the sin of those who are unable to stood so low to serve people, those that are high and mighty, those that are spoilt, yes, spoilt. I, myself feel strongly that my pride is very high. That, however, is dignity, the sense of loving myself, but when pride turns to arrogance, things can turn out pretty nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by this? Imagine a boss, your boss, who is all elegant and poised all the time, with the hair style always at their right position and the clothes are of the high end. She drives a jaguar and is the youngest of her family. Yes, that is my boss. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the employees here at this department were rather pissed off with her spoilt brat ways, yes, her spoilt brat ways. She may be old, older than me, older than you, but when she wants her stuff, She wants it. You can say, 'you know, she's the boss', but when things such as typing emails, tearing her own letters, and dialling numbers are such simple, mindless and effortless tasks, she needs the help of almost all the employees to do it. She would rather dictate to you what she wants in the email. She would email you stuff to print, she would not open letters unless the envelope has already been torn..I mean, like what? You seriously tell me She's the Boss? The one that work here for 18 years? Wow! How can people stand this? On top of that, if anything goes wrong, even if you're not responsible for it, she shoots you like a loose (not canon) machine gun that flies at a readily speed equivalent to that as sound (Light is a bit too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that this lady boss of mine (Yes, she's a lady, and a spinster, go figure) is well,...rather spoilt during childhood. She's the only daughter in the family, and all brothers adore her like their little baby sister. They can purchase a car for her to drive around the states if she's going th the States for a holiday. Imagaine that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice: people's reactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that as much as she is spoilt, I do take pity on her. It seems that nobody wants to work with her, many of the admin staff, managers and executives have come and go through the doors of this department, and I don't blame them. Every year, this department got shot down for its poor hospitality, miscommunications and some small little details that we 'missed out', oh well, it seems that this department is poorly managed and maintained. Who's to blame? Boss lah! Lately, one of the managers that I'm in good relations with talked to me that she's looking for antoher job in the comms area. Being a typical 'act-cut and naive-state', I've asked her why.&lt;br /&gt;She indicated about the numberous bull-shit and crap she received from boss, and even wonders how despite the numerous people that has critise her working ethics and the improvements to be made, she ignores them. Guess that's what happen to people who has a complete huge amount of ego. They don't want to back down, they don't want to listen, and worse, they think everything they are doing is correct..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm in a department that will be doomed in time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Beside the pride and Prejudice, Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've extend my contract here till the 14th June till I've decide whether I'm working with my friend and the Trevvy.com gang on a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hasrul still has that shard in is eye, he will be removing it tomorrow, hopes all will end well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My assistant boss thinks that the way our boss works is like a disease. She just shouts, 'There's a disease in here, and It's making me sick'. (Well, everything here makes me sick, even the plants in here look sickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My working collegues are celebrating my birthday on Thursday, possibly at MOS, the Blacony or somewhere that has shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My Birthday plan on my Birthday: Hmmm...Sleep? Need lots of it lah...Cause now in recovering mode from those darn infected thonsils and drug allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My Bro wants to study Life Sciences In ITE Simei...(Ryte....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing, I need contacts to corporates that does lapel pins. Got any please tag your contacts. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-3316686643030540560?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/3316686643030540560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=3316686643030540560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3316686643030540560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3316686643030540560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-6832825336903224245</id><published>2008-06-01T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:12:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eye for an Eye, Where Everything happens to the Eye..</title><content type='html'>The title of this blog is greatly relates to the organ of sight, the eye. Not only it helps animals, birds. insects to see, it helps humans, in particular analyse a person, and decides if an object in perception has aesthetic value or not. It seems discrimatory, but its the reality in life. Humans view blindness, deafness, the inability to conceive as a severe handicap, and the all-mighty humans will not even think of this person as a suitable mate, as the offsprings may not be immunologically strong to survive in this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An irony that what happen during the weekends happened at the eye level. Birds' Eye View:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Friday Night (The Start of the Darn Sickness)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there was no TV shows to watch, I was already feeling the heat, No, I'm not in heat, but the heat that is trapped inside your body. In the chinese medical terms, I'm just too 'heaty' (Explains my 'heat' at the same time, the mating season is up and I'm not fishing for any mates ...*darts*). I went to sleep at an unusal time of 12.11p.m after getting back home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Saturday Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to drag myself out of bed by 8a.m but got up by 9a.m instead. My tuition is set in an hour's time and I'm still feeling sluggish and dizzy..So I went to the toilet to wash up. Mum was away at Malaysia, waiting to eat lobsters and shopping. Dad and Bro were as dead as logs. I coughed out some phlgem and noticed there were blood splatter in it. Damn, those damn tonsils. They're son prone to infection. The second time in this month! (Tonsils are clumps of soft tissues on both sides of the throat that trap bacteria and viruses entering through the throat and produce antibodies to help fight infections.) I so want to get that tonsillectomies!(Surgery that removes 99% of the tissue, but leaves 1% of it to protect the underlaying muscles). Cough developed and I got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for 45 minutes but then work was finally over. Met Priya to return the gown and get back our deposit. Then I decide to go to the Doc. for a prescription of antibiotics and some anti-inflammatory tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) The Consult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Consultation was awful. I was coughing like siao, wheezing like no tommorow and I'd barely had voice to speak. the doctor saw it and ask me if I'd had a fever. The Conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Do you have a fever before coming here?&lt;br /&gt;Qui: Ya, A Mild one I suppose&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Ok, let's check your temp.&lt;br /&gt;(Doc then placed the ear thermometer into my ear)&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Oh dear, it's rather High.&lt;br /&gt;Qui: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Doc: ya, 39.1.&lt;br /&gt;Qui: Oh, I didn't noticed that &lt;coughs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took a lot of rather strong painkillers, a broad spectrum antibiotics (I have to take 800mg of it per time, Gosh, but generally, it's to remove the strep bacteria in my thonsils...), the ususal disgusting cough syrup (How do people get addicted to cough syrup?!) and some lozenges to soothe the throat. Went to eat porridge with Hasrul and went home eating my meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) DRUG ALLERGy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neurophen(Consists of Ibuprofen,200mg, an anti-inflammatory substance) is a painkiller that is similar as panadol (in lay man's terms), but it is stronger and is commonly given to patients that have really bad aches and fever higher than 38.5 degrees. EES (erythromycin) is a broad spectru antibiotics, given to remove the strep in the tonsils and prevent secondary infection from the commom flora. The doctor gave me these medicine in hopes that the virus that attack me will be naturally gone in a few days. Little did he know, that I was allergic to neurophen. (It was my first prescription, I did not know that also). I develop eye bags that engulfed my eyes, i could not even see properly. My dad laughed at my 'eye bags'(Typical -.-) and I called the doc and told him I got drug allergy. Went back to the clinic in a cab and my dad's vintage shades to see the doc. Advantage: No need to wait one, immediately, i was sent for the consult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantage: I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This still looks ok one hor, YOu guys haven see the bags when I'm in consult..(I looked like I'm 50 in this pic)..Darn those IgE working for working so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've took another 2 drugs, right now, delcared offically, I'm allergic to the 2 meds, since the doctor did not know if I'm such allgeric to one medicine or to the chemicals that combine together since I ingested all the tablets in one shot...I've fell asleep after ingesting my meds for the allergy. I heard my mum come back and was scolding my dad for being so irresponsible for 'not taking care of our son' and she could cry seeing me like this. Like they really care..If they did, show me actions, not words, I've took care of myself these whole time, thankq you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm the First Victim, NExt is HAsrul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10 at 10a.m and took my meds. Immediately at 10.20a.m, I fell asleep again. Nebver slept like that before, seriously. So when I woke up at 4.35p.m, Hasrul called me, again and again( His phone batt was dying and so the line was disconnected continously). Finally , he called me using a pay phone and told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Wad's Up?&lt;br /&gt;H: Would you still treat me as a Best Friend if I'm one-eyed blind?&lt;br /&gt;Q: What Happened?&lt;br /&gt;H: Hasif (Hasrul's Bro) shot me in the eye using the toy gun and the metal bullets. The spectacle's lense broke and the glass shards went into my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT THE? Where are You/&lt;br /&gt;H: TTSH A &amp;amp; E.. I think I saw my parents. Call You Later&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ok. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, boys out there, don't ever play rough. HAsrul called to update me and said that he has removed 5 out of the 6 shards from his eye and he will be removing it today. However, he may be partially blind after 2 weeks when the cornea heals, as scars will be produced, causing the cornea to be opaque. Worse come to worse, he may need a cornea transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Hasif, He's greatly tramatised.. Let's Hope Hasrul get a speedy recovery and not lose those precious sight! (Fingers Crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kids, don't go around shooting your loads to every single guy you see. It's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about, an eye for an eye, literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I've recovered from the allergy reaction but my voice is half gone...Still, despite me being sick, it did not stop me from eatching syahid's pokemon show..Well, I went there to give him moral support after some issues and tension were created among him and some of his friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : To whoever that cause this freaking mess, You caused my friend so much hurt, you caused him to nearly lost his friendship, and for who? For What? Are you stupid or something? Please, if I know its that guy (by the name of P***) who did this and cause so much tension between syahid and him, I swear to God, you gonna get diabetes and die a slow death, and worse, you don't even know what type of diabetes you get cause your facts are super wrong. and I will cut your balls off and feed it to the vultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a nice person lah, so protective of my friends right =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from Pokemon Show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo003-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudkip palying the stick thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo002-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikachu playing the stick thingy, poor pikachu, can't even bend down, the hosts have to lift the stick so high for him, erm, i mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treecko and Pikachu.. The treecko, for some reason, just poses in a rather hip-hop manner.. (Not in this Pic Though).. Kids there are just so overly-excited about these pokemon things..Haha, the good old days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-6832825336903224245?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/6832825336903224245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=6832825336903224245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6832825336903224245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6832825336903224245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/06/eye-for-eye-where-everything-happens-to.html' title='An Eye for an Eye, Where Everything happens to the Eye..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-6503078844949903611</id><published>2008-05-29T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:01:24.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is a virtue. Youth is the Essense</title><content type='html'>Beauty is a virtue. youth is the Essense. Thats's what many would love to say to the young these days. 'Always treasure your youth. Once it's gone, it's gone forever'...Sucks ryte? I know..I seem to be getting that a lot lately, in particular my work place. No, not the quotes, but the suprise on people's face in other departments (such as Finance, CR Depts etc) when they sense my presence. Their thoughts', "Who the hell is this kid? Is he one of the employee's son?"..truth is, many think that I'm not working here, just a little boy that has to be babysitted. (-.- What a joke)...They asked about my age, exclaimed that I'm so young, asking which department I was from (When I say Corporate Communications, their face expressions change, apparently, not many people here like my department, can't blame them though), and exclaim again how youthful I've looked and that I've looked like a kid. Well, I've been appreciating all the limelight here, and thank goodness, people know my gender( i'm the Boy here, not the Girl, not like in school...). But even being youthful has a price, all the sai work you have to do is really boring and mundane, my brain is almost rotting here. The only thing that is keeping my brain active are the fact that research in neuroscience has proved that consumption of caffeine may help prevent alzheimer's Disease&lt;em&gt;( Journal of Neuroinflammation Paper&lt;/em&gt;) and caffeines helps to strength the blood brain barrier and the fact that erectile dsyfuction may be a sign of Parkinson's Disease. Yes, I've been reading, Don't get me wrong that I'm flaunting my 'scientific' talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars in the past are often fought and values such as courage, honour, valour etc are celebrated. Warriors( Now we call them NS men) used to fought with just melee weapons..Spears, Knives, Mace, Shields..Yup, you name it, they used it. I've always admired warriors, fighters and boxers..Not because of their physique, but the courage to put themselves at the battle spot and fight. Why am I mentioning all these, well, in this office, yes, this office, I'm the only male warrior here, equipped with knives for back-stabbing and a shield to prevent myself from being stabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office politics here are crazy. Manager A Hates Manager B. Both Both Hates Boss C. Admin Asst. D  and E Hates Manager A and Admin Asst F hates Boss C. Admin Asst D talks bad about Boss C to Manager B and .......Gosh, I'm just caught in the middle physically sometimes between this bitching and stabbing each other that it's just so tempting to just join in. I did, for a while with a few people here. Gosh, women these days, bring out the claws in me (Meows..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to sound catty here, but when they do quarrel, they can avoid conversation with each other for days, they can pick on each other, ignore each other's jobs and...woooo, thank god, some of these ladies have the brains to do their best in their jobs, but with all these goin on, sooner or later friction will burn them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I hate my job, basically sourcing for the different corporates in the industry, ranging from the Chemical, IT, Chocolate and Cocoa, Importers and Exporters and get contacts. So far, got a lot of contacts. Then after that to formally invite them to the horse races that are organised here and to manage the guests admin work...Mundane and Boring, Just how I've hated it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I think lab work is probably better than this. Next week, not only do I have to do the guests list for the upcoming events: commonwealth @ the races (22/6), normal races on the 1st, 6th and the 13th June, I've to do brand repositioning and brand audit...Singapore Turf Club, Exciting and Youthful...Right. (This is going to be an uphill task, considering that the turf club is bombarded by the various types of Ah pehs and Aunties that want to strike hard)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay has not come in, gonna be broke for a week (Sad sia...), Been working like crazy, kranji-simei everyday from morning to Night that I've forgot. Next Week is my Birthday! 7th June. A pity I'm still single, I've known what to do on that day if I'd had my way. Oh wells...its fated, I can't trust people to be vulnerable, so, let time takes it course. Meanwhile, My manager and Executive are so nice to celebrate my birthday on the 6th June. Haha, Work and Play..Cool ryte, so like me, i've bet we'll be talking about work and bitching about people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish List for those who are even bothered to think about me and what to get for me, 1 being the priority:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Bf/GF. (Find one for me.Fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) David Baltimore's Molecular Biology of Cell, 6th Edition Science Textbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Chains , Gold Chains, the one you wear on your neck and you'll look beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Money lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sneakers, a Boy can never get enough of them. (I've need a pair of slippers as well though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I'm kind of simple lah, actually, a mate and a textbook will make m happy..Afterall, I've always wanted to be truly happy and just be contended with life...Haiz, the things you can never buy with $$$...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, had a eerie dream, scary like siao, I dreamt I was in a theatre, and a body was hanging with numerous strings attached to it on the ceiling, with blood creeping from all the limbs. It then fell, as the strings snapped and dropped onto the stage with a heavy thump. I went closer. That Body jerk and it turned around looking at me. This was the one that horrified me: It was me. Mutilated, cuts all above the groin, torso, lims and the face. Eye socket was empty and I was smiling in such a sinister way to myself. Can't remember what happen after that. Woke up extremely tired. One of those dreams again when the devil try to tell me something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, weekend is here. Gonna spend time with my Best Friend, Hasrul ,before he goes Tekong...Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a whole new week of mundane work will begin soon is three days..Sian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-6503078844949903611?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/6503078844949903611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=6503078844949903611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6503078844949903611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6503078844949903611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/beauty-is-virtue-youth-is-essense.html' title='Beauty is a virtue. Youth is the Essense'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4374864240098514880</id><published>2008-05-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:16:13.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Rebel With Lessons to Be Told</title><content type='html'>James Dean (James Byron Dean) is probably one of the very few actors that have been remembered by many in the American media. At age 24, he was killed in a car accident, and was rumored that he committed suicide due to failed relationships and rejection from his girl that was supposed to be his fiance. Being an actor, speed enthusiast, model, photographer, this ultimate bad boy rebel still win the hearts of many in today's society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the topic of relationship dynamics, dreams and aspirations and the ultimate ending of everyone's biography in life. Life, unfortunately, can be a bitch. And it is through history and experience that we understand how to deal and cope with the numerous obstacles in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Moving on-Through Rembering and Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Dean has always been tormented about his mother's death when he was 6. Being a small boy, he did not understand why his mother passed on early- one of the hardest obstacle-in life. Your parents will moved on someday-and you, too, have to move on. People come and go in your live, but no doubt about it, they make an impact in your life, big or small, whether you like it or not. It is through this we deal with our emotions. We moved on, we do things that allows us to remember the dearest memories that we only had left of the person. We cope with it. Friends are also there to help you get through this, even though they seem busy or sound not bothered, trust me, they're thinking about your welfare everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is to Syahid, whose friend has just left to his country- that people may walk off from your life. They may not keep in touch. They may forget. But remember- treasure what you have now. Keep every effort to contact him- remember those memories, and never look back and appreciate how this person has mould you the person you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, pic of Syahid show at Marina. Meowth was 'rude' as he was pushing a kid out of stage after this part of theshow..Poor Girl..Haha(No Offence made ar), Pikachu was fat and had small limbs and can only dance by turning around. That green pokemon seem so tired dancing..It seems Syahid was the only active pokemon in that show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be Truthful to Yourself- You're own Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I lost the dancing and violin, but not the art. I think my life will be devoted to art and dramatics. And there are so many different fields of art it would be hard to foul-up, and if I did, there are so many different things to do -- farm, sports, science, geology, coaching, teaching music. I got it and I know if I better myself that there will be no match. A fellow must have confidence. ' James Dean-Autobiography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have made great strides in my craft. After months of auditioning, I am very proud to announce that I am a member of the Actors Studio. The greatest school of the theater. It houses great people like Marlon Brando, Julie Harris, Arthur Kennedy, Mildred Dunnock...Very few get into it, and it is absolutely free. It is the best thing that can happen to an actor. I am one of the youngest to belong. If I can keep this up and nothing interferes with my progress, one of these days I might be able to contribute something to the world." - Biography of James Dean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Dean is a talented teenager, and there were so many things an aspiring teenager that is full of life can do- sports, science, farming(He stayed with is uncle who has a farm during his teen years), geology, coaching, teaching and the Arts. He studied music, pratised the violin, tap-danced on theatres. Typical Arty-Farty Guy. He loved the arts. He knew, he was destined to be an arts person. He may have lost in touch with the tap dancing and the violoin playing due to his farming and his busy acting career, he did not lost the art. He was being truthful to himself. That is important. Casue if you don't, you're probably regret even answering to yourself. As mention, a man must always have confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same to the ladies out there, I've seen many of my friends out there lost- having no idea what to do in their life, what if they take this and their parents argue with them, what fields should they choose. I've seen, in particular, a large number of ladies that are stuck in this situation. To Nora, my best-est friends, my bitching muse- Do what you want in life. Be answerable to only yourself. Just because there is no easy way in does not mean that there are no other alternatives in life. Get the course you really want. Don't just take a course just because it looks like the only alternative, cause you know that's not. It's just an easy alternative. Pursue what you're really into it. If you don't, you'll probably regret choosing the easier alternative coz you might hate what you're doing. Same as to Sam (oops, just drop spoon, *damn*, forgot what I want to say) and some others, be truthful to yourself and do the things you really passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..There is no simple explanation for why he has come to mean so much to so many people today. Perhaps it is because, in his acting, he had the intuitive talent for expressing the hopes and fears that are a part of all young people... In some movie magic way, he managed to dramatize brilliantly the questions every young person in every generation must resolve."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As long as you dare to dream, you dare to do, nothing gets in your way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The gratification comes in the doing, not in the results."- From the mouth of James Dean Himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To those that are my role models, Abrey, Geri- That gal that just want to do what she wants to do-no matter how impossible it may sound and how family may implicate things into it.Thank you for helping me last that last semester. Appreciate it. To Ed and Has, for being so smart and knowing what they want to do in life. Work hard, Strive Hard, and you'll get laid(Gosh, did I just say laid?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Formula of Fame:Make 3 Big Movies, Have a Girl, Get Dumped and Die at an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, and most unfortunately, James moved to the light in 1955, shortening his life to the age of 24. His fame and name, however, lived till this day and remembered in most adults. Take my Lit Teacher for example (Madam Aini), she is still gawking at him from time to time. Oh Wells... It is indeed true, to be famous like Elvis, Audrey Hepburn, great things must be accomplished, dreams fulfilled and pneumonia and suicide thoughts set in. Typical recipe for being famous. I've read poems of how althetics in their golden years were famous for their accomplishments and forgotten the minute their golden years turn silver.Fame is a derious things, it's like signing a contract with the devil, fame for short life. Better off living a life that you love, doing things you enjoy and living as though you'll die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;today." - James Dean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Get a Life- Don't Judge Short People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can you measure acting in inches?!?" (when told he was too short to be an actor) James Dean's actual height was 5'8"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may be Short, but they're definitely taller than most people in more ways. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Never Get into a relationship (Ok, This one, is personal for Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formuale of relationships today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make out + Random Sex = Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships + Betrayals + Denial = Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, yet true. Today's Society saw an increase in the number of divorces and the creation of single parent families in America, Europe and even in Asia, whom was believed to be consists of conservatives societies. Tells me something Ya, DON'T Get a wife/Husband, DO Get that lover.(Haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, sometimes, when I see articles like this, I tend to get a little melancholic sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Wells, Back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, in remberance of James Dean (8/2/1931-1955)- The Man and The Bad Rebel that's truthful to himself , the one that pushes boundaries and proves stereotypes wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=800x600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/800x600.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/7808131541232670260-4374864240098514880?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4374864240098514880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4374864240098514880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4374864240098514880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4374864240098514880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-rebel-with-lessons-to-be-told.html' title='The Bad Rebel With Lessons to Be Told'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4041059087106301669</id><published>2008-05-25T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:35:41.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Years</title><content type='html'>I always detests the sight of clean toilets, the kind where the janitor just removed that "Cleaning In Progress" Sign and leaves with his/her head low. Not to say that I'm unhygienic..but it's just the way I see things..Not matter how ugly, how dirty, how smelly that toilet is, that Janitor still has to clear it.Same in life, any problems that arises, there's always somebody that will clear the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit that for a very long time, very few people cleared my mess.It's either I cleared my mess or I asked for advice on how to clear it and clear it myself.Life's never easy, things go haphazard and beyond control and the only thing you can go is take it in your stride and clear the mess and leave with a smiling face to keep that dignity of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I've always got haunted by my memories, childhood, growing up. It was not easy. I was the eldest child. The one that has a brother. The one that has to set the example. The one that has to bear all the harsh punishment to show my brother the results of bearing the sins of sloth and pride. The child that does assessment books as a hobby and the only salvation is getting lost in romance and fantasy novels. yes, I was forced to grow up fast, and mature even faster. People may think I'm just that kid, the one that looks young, but God knows the amount of things I'm able to understand during my young age that other kids don't know. I was the social reject. A reject from the family, my mum and dad did not accept me as a normal person when I was young. Tehy favour my Bro. He has everything. Love, Care..these things that money can buy..and the things that I hope for day by day, but never got it. It sucks when you're arguing with your brother and your mum just slaps you hard on the face, leaving you emotionally scarred while she goes on pampering your brother at the same time. It just shows. It's those events that you remember when you see where you're standing and notice that you're better and above than everyone else, for a price. For being whipped and walloped up like a punching bag by your dad when you fail your P2 CA1 Maths. For being Scrutinise by your own parents for not being the ideal son you're supposed to be, for being that kid that kneels in front of the ancestoral altar the whole night, consoling yourself to sleep, while sobbing. I've deal with it. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's school. Never fitted in. A Misfit. Just do not belong to any groups. Not the Geeks. Not the Jocks. Not the Girls. Just me. People laugh at me, made fun of me, I've lost all my primary school 'friends' cause I was different. Double the trauma for me. No Home. No School. That feeling...I've deal with it. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Secondary School Drama. That first love. I was excited. Didn't know what to do. Blush at the thought of those naive puppy love and all. God knows...Who would have expect it to go horribly wrong..Your Friends came into the picture...They became good friends..She leaves you, throws you back all those stuff you saved, not eating for days to get for her onto your face, I smiled at her when she did that, hoping there;s no awkwardness, deep down, you know it hurts...you are isolated in class, pinned down by the 'ex' and your friend..The worst feeling that you can actually feel-betrayal. and you have to endure that till the end. I've deal with it. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one came. You'll thought..CMI, seriously, it's wrong. Did some foolish stuff..The 1st person that actually made me feel safe. Emotionally secure. Things just have to go haphazardly and end in such as great mess. I've deal with it. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly Came. Stigmatised. ' You shouldn't be here. You should go into Arts, You fit there better" The worst is when you have to publicise that comment. Let the whole world know. Disappointed and disgusted. Just one of those people that nails you down to your coffin..Pardon me if I'm not close to you anymore... Stupid Lecturers that preaches all day like Dr William How. The kind of guy that looks down at people, and only talks to the intellectuals. How I've deal with it? Being Top in the other elective module and wipe that smirk off his wide ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Not having material things people have&lt;br /&gt;Not having that perfect childhood&lt;br /&gt;Not having birthday cakes or parties in kindergarten or Primary Schools&lt;br /&gt;Being that Social Reject.&lt;br /&gt;The Misfit&lt;br /&gt;The Bitch&lt;br /&gt;The One that got pushed away for not being Perfect&lt;br /&gt;The imperfect son&lt;br /&gt;The imperfect brother&lt;br /&gt;The imperfect friend&lt;br /&gt;The one that has to work 3 jobs and study at the same time (For the bills and to escape that so-called home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've deal with it. My messes. I don't go around sniffing glue, having sex with people in hot tubs, giving blowjobs and being cheap. I don't go cheating on others. I don't sit down on the com 24-7 playing that stupid 2D animated Maple Story like that stupid cousins of mine. I don't go around producing numerous babies and ignoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me I've don't have a life. My life may be far worse than you, But I'm far better a person than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4041059087106301669?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4041059087106301669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4041059087106301669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4041059087106301669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4041059087106301669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-years.html' title='The Living Years'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7400988507522793665</id><published>2008-05-21T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:22:51.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and A Fight...</title><content type='html'>Funny how one can be so excited about graduation ceremonies..I mean, you sit down in this big, massive hall for an hour, waiting for VIPs, their long written speech, probably written by their secretaries or their staff, arise for the National Anthem that is plainly cut short to ensure that the graduation ceremony is kept on schedule, walk up to the stage, shake a hand of a stranger( Yes, a Hand...) and then return to your seat again for the next 2 hours...No, the ceremony was utter boredom..Shoulders of Giants, Indiana Jones, Star Wars...Yup Yup, those were the content of what the director of Chemical &amp; Life Sciences (SCL) have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have to say, the whole graduation was taken by this Mr Nicole-lai person(Can't spell his name..Made do with this)..He created the animation of the latest movie, Indiana Jones and the ... erm, something lah...Big Shot Ryte..All SCL had was some small fry from A*Star Laboratories..That prawn did not even come on stage to talk.He just placed his big arse on that seat throughout the whole ceremony (Maybe the only things he did during the ceremony was respiring and clapping hands)...Gosh, really envious about School of Media Design (SDM)..They produce elites man, like totally. This boy got the Microsoft and IDM award, his game (which he had to do for FYP) was commercialised. Smart but not Laid...The price of all Brains and No Brawns..A big sacrifice man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took wonderful pictures..I mean, stupid ones..like exposing my arse, 'urinating in public'..The usual poses and all..all for the good cause of fun, laughter, pee (Did I just say pee?) and joy..Went to the tea reception and took pics of all the lecturers..Gonna Miss them! Especially Ms LEong Ai Leen..The only one that I can be so plastic and bitchy and not feel a thing..Haha, I exposed her yesterday of her 'relationship' with Mr Ong Chee Ming to Ms Eunice Tan and Ms Lim Chai Yen..They were like -@o@- Yup, their mouths were so big, staring at Ms Leong..Haha, love that scene man....(Trust me, I'm in the media Industry for almost a year, this kind of things easy for me to do)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some Pics from Grad...(Note: Yes, I've looked Bigger, Chestier, Blah, Blah, Blah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=n581009357_850959_5399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n581009357_850959_5399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay and MB0506 Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=n581009357_850962_6234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n581009357_850962_6234.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB0506..Or Whats Left of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=n581009357_850967_7693.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n581009357_850967_7693.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arch Nemesis, Ms Leong Ai Ling With Me! (I'm gonna Miss the Fakeness and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=n581009357_850968_7981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n581009357_850968_7981.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molecular Biology and Infectious Diseases, Microbiology Lecturer, Ms Lim Chai Yen and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=n581009357_850957_4831.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n581009357_850957_4831.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=n581009357_850970_8559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n581009357_850970_8559.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diploma Shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo001-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Folder..They actually gave it for free( Note: NYP do not give free stuff, I even have to pay for their mistakes when they didn't send my results...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamourl-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top View...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo003-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo002-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Words Prononcing us Man and Wife!Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recap to the good Poly Life I had for 3 Years, I will do it again if you ask me to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HBD (Human Bio and Physiology): I asked out loud if the pancreas can be removed..Turns out I was confused about the pancreas and the appendix..As usual, jokes of the month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) HBD (Human Bio and Physiology): Used to love to make fun of Dr Chui..(Chui you to death ar..Haha)..That boring bugger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mis-identified Maryam in Cheers for another person and even gossiped about some guy on this magazine to this poor stranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Making fun of Maryam's eating disorders: She tends to eat a lot. Remember Mac? She bought just a Hash Brown and she got a whole big breakfast meal, courtesy of everyone that contributed to Maryam's Food Fund Charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Lab work with Abrey..We do absoutelt stupid things..She and her poses( The hip must bend forward one when she stands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Group work with Ed, Nick and Theo...Good Times, and the bad times as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ed's miken (or makan) and SAm's assumption that It was a German Word and Praising Ed about his German..(Gosh, Girls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Is panadol an antibiotic? (Courtesy of Sam Huizhen...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) My Blonde Times...and My curl Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Those days when I'd 2 different eye color (Eunice Tan was happy that my eyes are of the same color now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Dr Xu's Googles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Donny's Roadmaps and Street Directories, Luggage packing and the occasional 'I- forgot-what-I-want-to-say' moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Chua Hong Hong's English..(Ladies and Gentleman!note: Only one gentleman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Chua Hong Hong: 'The three girls over there playing the computer'..She was refering to Geraldine, Nicole and Me..-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) The usual 'xiao Jie' or 'Girl, what you want?' In school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) The bitching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Marketing Projects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Cheap Mac Meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Studying late nights, occasionally with Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) and More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orh...gosh, I'm nearly on tears..Goodbye, Poly Life! (Hello, Bar Tops!Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs, that was the happy part..the Fight. Right, In bird's eye view, this was what happened...Mum and Dad arrives at ceremony.Mum and Dad fights after Ceremony. Son(Me) tells them to shut up and zip their mouths before I punched their thonsils out. Son then forces Mum and Dad to take pics. &lt;br /&gt;Good Part: Mum spends $50 on my grad picture (Pics that I took while receiving my diploma), Mum nearly bought that glass plaque for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Part: Found out that Bro got Public Canning..Nyte went to confront him..Mum and He talked and nearly fought..Bro say don't want to study animore after N levels (Whatever lah, your life, you want to be a loser in life, so be it)..The next day, he sniffed his glues and stuff..The whole toilet has that smell..Dad and my Bro FOUGHT it out..Mum was scolding and yapping..Me? I was sleeping...If only I had a videocam and was awake..family drama movies man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't want to be bothered anymore..With a family like that, who needs nuclear bombs? If I can survive a old man that scolds at everything in sight, a mum that nags 24-7 and a drug addict bro with his tempers and super horrible mood swings, I'm pretty normal already(Well, most think I'm a bit Koo-coo in the head)...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the What Happens in Vegas Movie and the coffee Bean Hang out..Guys, We should do that more often in the later days, months or years yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all graduates of class 2008, Congrats. All the Best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7400988507522793665?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7400988507522793665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7400988507522793665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7400988507522793665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7400988507522793665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-past-present-and-future.html' title='Graduation and A Fight...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-8063573006346568313</id><published>2008-05-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:16:30.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1960S Speed Racer and Today...</title><content type='html'>Funny how unpredictable this duo can be when you bring Nora and I in town..We were supposed to buy a shirt for my graduation ceremony tommorow..But so sian lor..so we decide we might as well watch a movie first..First thoughts: SPEED RACER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to watch this show..It was actualli a cartoon I'v watched when I was young!(I'm not that old..btw)..Oh, I was so excited when I was watching it. SPEED is so Cute!!!!!With that Girl of his!!!Cooooooooollll..Loved his attires too..There was this sky blue polo tee with this red scarf tied on his neck..Bummers, that was hot..i'd used to wear those in my child days(soldiers wear,navy wear etc)..It was quite a torment for the eye though..those neon colors that they use and the 60's style of presenting a film..Overall was ok lah..the good parts was the races, the speeding, the cheats and Speed!Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Child-hood Love.....Cars, Races and Cheats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Car...Wooooooo...Want It.Like. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie is so HOOOOOOOTTTT!!!! Really Hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Trixie_1280x1024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Trixie_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain should not be in this movie though..Oh Wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Taejo_1280x1024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Taejo_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Child-Hood Hero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama..I want that wavy curl on his forehead..So Cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Speed_1280x1024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Speed_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=414px-Emile_Hirsch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/414px-Emile_Hirsch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emile Hirsch(Speed Racer) is going to be in the movie, Milk, coming soon on theatres, as an gay activists..Can't wait to see him in action again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Posters...(I want them for Bdae..Hmm, Nvm, I'll buy it for myself..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n36653970176_2422961_5603.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n36653970176_2422961_5603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n36653970176_2510531_4947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/n36653970176_2510531_4947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies, I was over the top..Went to Coffee BEan and eat this flourless chocolate cake...Taste weird..Didn't like it..I still prefer my speed racer movie...It made my day...Now, to find the posters, DVD, soundtracks and collectables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that bought a shirt at Robinsons...No Brand to pick, since I'm so small size...hard to find a 14 1/2 size shirt... Have to settle for a $99 Goldlion shirt..KFC and then meet Xin Ning, Syahid, Khim and Elvin Quek Quek Quek Quek..(Been doin this for 4 years..Might as well as continue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: Elving became fatter, likes green tea and wants to open a bike shop...If he onli opens a motor shop..I know what car he can make for me....(Look at top for Car pic)..Totally gone smitten by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khim...Well, she look the same, except more playful now...(Betta study or else kenna spank ar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning- Always working, still looks the same- very ar Lian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahid- Gay as ever, but very haggard and shag coz of work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Home then watch the Covenant...a 2006 movie on hot boys that are descandents of witches that have escaped the witch burning era in europe...Nothing much..Cute Boys,Boring story line..Ok lar..can pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posters and Cute Boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12356-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/12356-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Co.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Co.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the best looking..The rest of the boys look like shit...Actual Name: Steven Strait..Prefer the name in the movie than his actual name though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Speed Racer Made my day =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Movie, I'd had to collect my grad gown..It look so horrible..Absoultely fugly...Oh wells, when I'm about to pay for my grad gown, a conversation happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: U take S size ar?&lt;br /&gt;Quince: Yah&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: So Lucky, &lt;strong&gt;this year not a lot of short people graduate&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Quince: ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home...On the way home..I bought Bandung..then this aunty keep looking at me and said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: U boy or Girl?&lt;br /&gt;Quince( Ignoring Aunty):....&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: &lt;strong&gt;U boy or Girl? &lt;this&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quince:&lt;strong&gt; Boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty:&lt;strong&gt; AIYO!! So WASTED. PRETTY BOY LIKE YOU. AI YO, SO Wasted, U So Pretty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quince:....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Speed Racer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, Speed Racer, Go, Speed Racer, Go, Speed Raacer, GOOOOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-8063573006346568313?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/8063573006346568313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=8063573006346568313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8063573006346568313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/8063573006346568313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/turning-back-time-speedracer.html' title='1960S Speed Racer and Today...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-2209298731891454418</id><published>2008-05-15T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:47:06.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When your Worst Nightmare Comes True?</title><content type='html'>*The Information given below is by an angry, tired Quince..so pelase understand the rambling and all the faking..Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any blind person is reading this, props to you..If you're not blind, you may notice the numerous banners, flags around sunny Singapore that says, 'Singapore International racing Festival'...Yup, tis the season to be jolly, fuckalalala...Ok, back to the topic, your best friend here, the one typin this blog has a part trying to making this festival work. Not that I'm against the season, I'd just never like racing, seeing jockeys whip horses like they're in an SM relationship or the thought of the close, intimate relationship between racing and old men..Seriously(Oh, Learnt how to use this word in Grey's Anatomy), the work required to make it work is numerous and exhausting..With cross reference with my other posts, you'd notice that I've been overworked, driven like a sex-slave foced to wank several times and bitching against the most absurb things on earth..(OMG, is Boss wearing that Chanel Powder?Like Eeew!)...Thta's just me releasing all that I'd got from the foreplaying and preparations before the actual event. Really, I've been dreaming about work, all the delegates names and the issues I faced in work (e.g. short of supplies, Admin, Media coverage) and it's so bad..How bad? Hmm...Well, U're in that half asleep, half awake state and your brain's neurotransmitters are sending signals to your brain, trying to process all these information for you like a CPU..and when 6 a.m arrives, you're just so fuckin tired..How tired? Hmm, the feeling you get after wanking..Yup..THAT FEELING of being tired, not satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a nice Thursday turns out to be a day of rushing over to Trader's Hotel,overtime, dine-in office and lots of running around like a mad dog in the turf club...Let's start off with Trader's hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome Into The Office, Quincy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after I placed my toe onto the Corporate Communications Office, my name was called..This was the incident, quincy's eyes view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1 Scene 1: Office, In the Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiah(Shouting): QUINCY!&lt;br /&gt;Quincy (Wakes straight to his desk, placed his belongings with earpiece on his ears, ignoring Samiah)&lt;br /&gt;Samiah and Boss(Seck Geok): QUINCY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: This is urgent.Since No one wants to do it. You will have to do it. Take the coach to Trader's Hotel (Which is part of Shangri-La or Shang Hotel). Give these STICKERS(Yes, stickers..STICKERS!) to xxx and xxx. This is VERY URGENT(These kids need their stickers). Please do it before 10 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The coach arrives at the turf Club at 9a.m and drives to Shang then to Traders. Reach by 10.15a.m due to 2 traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1 Scene 2: Reception Desk at Trader's Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy(With Big Fake Smile): Good Morning! Can I know Where is the International Media Centre please. I'm from the Singapore Turf Club&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: Sorry, we do not have such a place.&lt;br /&gt;Quincy(Shocked, Smile disappears, says in a stern voice): What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist(types and Looks at Computer Screen): Nope. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quincy was in a frenzy and calls Samiah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiah(In her horrible, fake happy voice): Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: Samiah, I'm at the hotel and they say there's no such place here.&lt;br /&gt;Samiah: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: Tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Receptionist looks at Quincy with a blank face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiah: Let me talk to the receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quincy hands the phone to the receptionist, samiah talks to receptionist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist(Looks at Computer): Oh, found it, please go the 2nd floor to your right. Thank you! (Smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy takes back his phone and diao the receptionist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, I went to NYP, took my bloody ticket, people at the admin office are being inefficient as usual, forever not knowing what is happening in school..Ask them where to collect the graduation gown and none of them knew..wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back to work and then run here and there..here and everywhere....and work work wokr, overtiming and overworking...Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's the worst, My contract ends tomorrow, Frinday. So my recruiter calls and ask me to ask my supervisor if she would like to extend my contract. Due to the fact that I may accept my friends request to work at that gay magazine( I start work on June Ba..Have to Confirm that..), i just ask lor.I didn't expect them to extend the contract. I mean, the next event is a local event. Simple, easy to handle, not like SIA &lt;strong&gt;INTERNATIONAL&lt;/strong&gt; cup...So just ask lor, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 Scene 1: Coversation with Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy(With big fake smile): Hi, the recruitor just asked if you would like to extend the contract? I don't think you need help for the next event, the Patron's Bowl ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: You're free and available to work for the month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: Err....Yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Gd! I need the help I can get..Okok, I talk to HR and we extend your contract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy(Smiles forcefully, &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;fake&lt;/strong&gt;): Ok, Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Nightmare just comes true..Work,Work,Work and Endless nightmares..How bad a nightmare can this be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to Self:How about dinner in the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, second worst nytemare..Dinner in office..Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work and Dinner: Yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles for Dinner: WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..So Cranky..I even set up a facebook account. Nightmares...Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAck to Work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-2209298731891454418?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/2209298731891454418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=2209298731891454418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2209298731891454418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/2209298731891454418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happens-when-your-worst-nightmare.html' title='What Happens When your Worst Nightmare Comes True?'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-393053194052044597</id><published>2008-05-13T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:32:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Scientist vs Ballet and Mass Communications..</title><content type='html'>Oh, btw,Saw this on the New Paper...I think Ed and Hasrul would find this interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo001-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a debatable topic..Actually, if I discover that I can go into SP's Mass Comm., I would not be In NYP doin Sciences..Oh Well, things Happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article talks about kids in today's modern society are losing interest in Science..And for good reasons..Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father(He's a Scientist): Boy Yah, You like chemistry or Physics?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: NONE! DON'T LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;Father: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: That's where they teach terrorist how to make Nuclear Bombs and bomb people.I rather do mass comm and communicate with people than Bomb people..&lt;br /&gt;Father: How about Biology?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Father: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You killed Billy(the pet dog) for your experiments!Anti-Animal testing!!! Ban Clonning!!!All Scientist are Evil.. I'd rather study Ballet...&lt;br /&gt;Father:......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it...That's what the article's tryin 2 say..Well, the article wasn't that bias. It did say that Scientist are needed to glue and 'save the world'..Well, we'll See...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-393053194052044597?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/393053194052044597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=393053194052044597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/393053194052044597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/393053194052044597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/evil-scientist-vs-ballet-and-mass.html' title='Evil Scientist vs Ballet and Mass Communications..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5736128036011745797</id><published>2008-05-13T19:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:32:15.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days, Tons of Work and McGridles...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had to Overtime till 10 pm..Thank god I reached home just in time to watch CSI and Bones (My top favourite shows)...Had dinner while watching and sleep at 1a.m,woke up today at 6.45a.m for work..Realli no life ryte? Wake up, work,lunch,work,tuition(which is work oso), go home, mark papers(Work),Dinner, TV and Sleep and the whole cycle repeats again the next day..Funny where people have to learn about the water cycle, nitrogen cycle, carbon cycle, life cycles..This one, my dears, is the Bachelor's Crash Course to Quincy's Cycle (Ahahahahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1st Stage: Wake up at 6a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have at least 4 alarms on and an enraged Mum ready to splash ice-cold water onto you on stand-by(in case the 4 alarms didn't work-which most of the time did that). Trust me, it's effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Preparation for Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathe: 20 minutes (Inclusive of Hair wash, body wash, teeth brushing, face washing, tongue scraping, hair removal, shit and urine removal and the occassional stoning in front of the mirror) followed by Hair and Make-Up(this is where it feels like the backstage of the Chanel or Gucci Spring/Summer 2008 Runway), where hair gels,hair sprays, moisturising cream and everything is placed onto this puny, yet big body of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Squeezing into Bus 804/806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait at the Bus Stop for a few minutes and battle for space in the bus against working aunties and uncles, students and people with bad B.O (these are the ones that do not bathe in the morning...Eeek.). Fight to reach for the bus doors when alighting at the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MRT then Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on MRT and alight at Kranji. Bought Teh Peng and a piece of bread(Not a loaf ar...)Sit in front of the computer and work..work..work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an expection of the cycle..as Yun, my executive, decides to order in Mac..So got the Mcgridle Meal..Nothing much though..Then back to work..work..work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: My Teh Peng-Ka Tai? Aiya, with added milk In Starbucks Cup (My 2nd favourite Cup), my Teh in Mac Cup, Mcgridle, 'Harsh Brown'(Ohohohoho..) and work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lunch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-NEVER in KRANJI..There's no edible consumerables in this place. Places to go..Hmm..admiratly Kopitiam, Choa Chu Kang, Woodlands, Yee Tee lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Back to Work with my Teh Peng-This Time, I add my own creamer, 10 milk creamers per cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk diffusing into the tea and infusing my senses..making this caption confusing,..(Priya thought that conversations with me are complex and all..Jus tryin to make this rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Finish Work..(Sumtimes till late at Night e.g. 10p.m? (@o@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Take the Train to Yishun, Then take Bus 969 to Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Take the Train from Tampines to Simei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Teach Tuition (Btw, its a Monday to Friday Thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Take the Train to Tampines, Take Bus 969 to Yishun( Here, have to battle for seats..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Take Bus 804 Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Dinner, Bathe, Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Look at Stage 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..What a mundane Life..Tell me about it...5 Days a week,480 hours a month...Go Figure Why I'm so cranky at times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5736128036011745797?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5736128036011745797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5736128036011745797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5736128036011745797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5736128036011745797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainy-days-tons-of-work-and-mcgridles_13.html' title='Rainy Days, Tons of Work and McGridles...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-3775215096204167496</id><published>2008-05-13T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T03:17:58.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipe the Tears off my Eyes..</title><content type='html'>Yes..I'm crying...Crying crocodile tears..I can't stand this place..I have worked from 8a.m...Running around this gigantic building from one place to the toher, trying to get things done.I'm tired, sleepy, thirsty,hungry and I didn't bring my chapstick..and I'm on overtime...Ah Ning asked me out for prata at 8p.m...As much as I wanted to go, I have tuition with My student Idayu at 7p.m...So, I have to reject her..I feel guility that I've to reject her..I'd never like rejection..I take it rather Harshly..It breaks my heart every time I hear the word 'NO!' when I wanna hear, "Yes, My boob.."..Haiz..Anyway, I have to like Overtime here at the turf club and I've to cancel my tuition classes with my student..The overtime pay is good..But I Want to get out of this Hell..I hate being overworked..and I'm in this state for 2 whole straight days..Overtiming and overworking, and being under-sleeping, under-wanking etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a mate....and I need sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@o@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ning about the Prata..I know this is your first time askin me for a date But I can't..Sorry...(Big Glittering eyes with croc. tears falling off, lookin at ur face)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work..Work..Work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-3775215096204167496?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/3775215096204167496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=3775215096204167496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3775215096204167496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3775215096204167496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/wipe-tears-off-my-eyes.html' title='Wipe the Tears off my Eyes..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-9172237567589535090</id><published>2008-05-11T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:20:34.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English In China</title><content type='html'>I was takin 4 minutes off when I saw that Maryam forward an email that I have sent her..Stupid Girl..Apparently, its about the English standard in China..Oh well, you have to give them some credit for tyin though...aside the fact that some china guys I met were either roudy, smelly(Guys, remember Ze-Yu? Chou, hen Chou ar!) or trying to act like Americans (Zhang Jing and His America Accent...Eeeew!)..Aniway, these are the pictures Maryam was laughin at..Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=image009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ever give this to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=image008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go cock-fishing babe...It bites (Ahahahahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=image003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...Boring!Can't Have Fun =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U mean Amputation Ryte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=image014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 word: Haha.. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-9172237567589535090?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/9172237567589535090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=9172237567589535090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/9172237567589535090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/9172237567589535090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/english-in-china.html' title='English In China'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7767391070841868209</id><published>2008-05-11T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:22:02.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time when Too Much is too Much...</title><content type='html'>For most of the people out there, they're probably know that I'm a workaholic, a person who never stops thrusting himself onto the endless pile of paper work and work and work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I HAD IT!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much work le lah..I'm seriously tired lor...Today is like Monday some more....What to do..The SIA International Cup is on the Sunday and there are lots of events before that such as the gala dinner and the st. James Party..I've to do like a lot of admin and paper work and the packing of those bags for the delegates. And I'm short of supplies....Seriously no air le..I'd rather research lab anytime.. Events are just killing me...It's like wanking 45 times in one night..Can get tired one lor...Waaaaaa.....Waaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr...Work @o@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7767391070841868209?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7767391070841868209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7767391070841868209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7767391070841868209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7767391070841868209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-when-too-much-is-too-much.html' title='The Time when Too Much is too Much...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4095304608336659932</id><published>2008-05-09T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:38:34.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Minutes of the Past..</title><content type='html'>Looks like the past realli haunts me most of the time when I'm not thinking about sex, drinks or the JAK/STAT and RAS Protein Pathway (I'm revising my Cell Communication and Biochemistry..Wow...)..But thank god, work saved my virgin arse today..I have to work my arse off to pack bags, do event sheets and inventory reports until now..For Christ sake, I had an 1/2 hr lunch 2dae..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Work has helped me forget those bad things and..it actualli makes me happi. For once, work actualli act as serotonin..Maybe it was that stupid movie I watch yesterday, I don't Know..But I'm happy today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was goin through my friendster pics..and I have to say..from secondary school till poly graduation, I look...Odd..off..as if I'm not in this era..So beng lor the pics...Look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=34503473340792l-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/34503473340792l-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be Beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=26184872724427l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/26184872724427l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beng Le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=2797739479133l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/2797739479133l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengness gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=35130112113705m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/35130112113705m.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Bengness gone, I now look like a butch....(-.-)..But, I liked this pic though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=27977221118406l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/27977221118406l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can forget those curls? Don't think so..It caused havoc and gossips in my school (SCL)..Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=777988869l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/777988869l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3..Now I'm all chesty and meaty..Haiz..Gosh, I'm gettin bigger..Need to lose the weight! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..4 minutes up..Need to get back to work..today have to Overtime...Sian..1 more week and I'm available to sloth again!Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4095304608336659932?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4095304608336659932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4095304608336659932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4095304608336659932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4095304608336659932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-minutes-of-past.html' title='4 Minutes of the Past..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5259638907797776152</id><published>2008-05-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:51:00.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Sex, Cock Meat Sandwich, Bottomless Parties, Incest, Pot and an Inbred Son..</title><content type='html'>I thank the Lord, Mother Mary and Goddness of Mercy (Whichever that exists) that I watched that freaking Harold and Kumar Movie..It's stupid, retarded and contains 100% absolute crudeness and ludacris. Maryam got rather offended by the gay kissing scenes, men exposing their penis and balls and women that have z- cup breasts (That woman really look like a mule)..At first, Ed has like absolutely no idea the story line and was like askin wad the show was about..As it progresses, he was laughin non-stop and exclaimin 'Oh my God!Racists'  and 'How the hell did they get clearance for this?' etc..I have to cover maryam's eyes to prevent her from seeing these scenes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) bottomless party scene- where the women expose their bottoms aka butt cheeks and vaginas and Kumar just keep lookin at that hole with that minute amount of hair. The guys too expose their dicks...It was a horrible scene man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Brothel Scene..Two whores (they're lesbians btw) were stripping and kissing and makin out in fron of kumar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Guantanamo Bay Prison- Terrorists that were imprisoned there have to eat a dish known as the cock meat sandwich aka oral sex to these large bear wardens..Kumar was like 'Gosh, wad smelly Dick!' (Dicks aren't that smelly, Mine doesn't smell...dotz..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole bunch of scenes..I'm sorry, Maryam and Priya for forcin you to watch tt show...(But I did warn you guys =p)..and Ed is startin to think how I think..I apologise about tt too..Ed is jus goin2 have tt vocabulary full of sexual-orientated words and phrase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the show has a lot of racist jokes, incest, deers, inbred cyclops (Maryam was freaked out by that, I find the son cute though, the Son actualli slept with Harold), drugs (marijuana aka pot!, shrooms and a whole load of hallucinogens), George Bush (He actualli fucks his father..I mean that wad he scolded his dad)..Poor W...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reminds me that if Im born In America where freedom and rights are valued( I mean the drugs, parties and the gay sex are free-flowing), I'll probably be a stripper right now with Abrey between my legs, since she will be sitting at the VIP seat during my strip show...(Pity Bree didn't watch the show..She would have prayed to god for forgiveness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well, the good thing- It brighten my night..It was gd watching with them..God knows, I may have a horrible mood for the rest of the week, or worse- Month, or Worse-er(The worst of the worse)- year..Yah, Ed and Gang, you guys know wad I'm sayin, I'm gonna be screwing or screwed..In camp..Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Work, got that SIA International Cup media matters to atted to..It so totally invokes my senses (-.-)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5259638907797776152?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5259638907797776152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5259638907797776152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5259638907797776152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5259638907797776152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/gay-sex-cock-meat-sandwich-bottomless.html' title='Gay Sex, Cock Meat Sandwich, Bottomless Parties, Incest, Pot and an Inbred Son..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-1839020045538293761</id><published>2008-05-07T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:16:37.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myanmar, Moods and a head load of Hair</title><content type='html'>My sympathies for those in Myanmar that had survived cyclone Nargis that has hit  Irrawaddy delta and has taken along 22, 000 lives last week. For those out there that are living in solitude, minding their own business or jus plainly not bothered, the cyclone has hit the rice producing part of Myanmar,Irrawaddy delta. It's really unfortunate enough that people are suffering and are dying right now as I'm typing this due to a lack of medical supplies, food and water. Bodies are floating and all you're got is yourself clinging onto a tree branch or something for survival...We should count ourselves really fortunate that this dot in the country will not get hit by any disasters (with a few cases of fashion disasters here and there) due to our geographic location..I've really hope that aid will come in soon, and that America will not use this opportunity to promote its pro-democracy campaigns right now. They should try to focus on helping the needy.Help now, talk Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, my gloomy mood is still lingering around..It appears on and off at times...So, I read my email and this brighten my day..Hope it does good to u too..Talk about desperate times call for desperate measures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=untitled1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=untitled3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=untitled2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to work ..catch up later ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-1839020045538293761?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/1839020045538293761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=1839020045538293761' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Today work was tough,let's see, It was raining heavily, thunderign often and I'm under the weather...A bad morning, that pretty much sums up this morning..In order for me to endure the first 4 hours of work, I have to do my stuff slowly, or else I may scream at people's ear...I just feel down..think it's those secondary school memories (the bad memories and sum other stuff) that haunts me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was ok, went out with my manager to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lunch, work as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, pretty much like that..Gosh, hate it when I'm down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm watchin Harold and Kumar movie..Haven caught a movie this year at all due to studies and work..I'm like a prehistoric caveman in modern Singapore..Kinda Weird..Well, you'll not blame me for that..i mean, Kranji is pretty much deserted in weekdays (except for race days where those uncles come in), and there's not a lot of things happening, people eat in Kranji for the sake of eating...people work here for the sake of working..Coming to Kranji is like going back to basics...Trying to learn how to survive without your comforts...Oh well, thank god I'm still ok and well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'm watchin tt movie, need to get out of this down period soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, I think Abrey said I look better thin..Have to lose weight..Haiz..(Reference: Tagboard..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4210280989167525878?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4210280989167525878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-6214707797469099416</id><published>2008-05-05T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:45:05.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback into the Past</title><content type='html'>I saw these photos and I actualli dreamt of my secondary life yesterday nyte..Weird, so I went to Hasrul's Blog(These were his photos) and I must say those were the days where being stupid is acceptable..Haiz, those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Aunty20club-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Aunty20club-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh..I look so Toot..But those were the days, when we are happi and we thought nothing was goin to break the friendship..I was Wrong..Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=quincy20and20anjana-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/quincy20and20anjana-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjana and I.. I was into that 'WAS!' thingy from the 4E1/2 classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=twin20butt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/twin20butt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Butt Shaking Experience..Haha..Anjana, where are u? We should do this again man,with hasrul..Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=me20and20gloomy20q.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/me20and20gloomy20q.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasrul and I at our skinny Days..I prefer myself now, all fat and big chest after lookin at this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=huda.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/huda.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda..my gd fren..I wonder where she is now? At the back: Xinni, Clara...I was with Mariani..Hasrul, you take phot how come I always at the background one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=sarala20and20me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/sarala20and20me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasrul and Sarala..Hasrul looks so skinny it's hard to believe that was him..realli..Sarala, just looks like sarala.(She's the Ex..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=26-10-04_1633.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/26-10-04_1633.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can ever forget this? He still looks cool from here, with all the chains and all..He's the Ex...of Course, Needless to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, My ex-es are still cute..As long as they're happy, then I'm Happi =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemistry Teacher, Miss Phua..I miss her crudeness..She used to shut Hasrul up for singing and dancing in her chemistry class...We're the 'Pure science' students mah..and you have hasrul dancing in front of her...this is what you get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=ms20phua.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/ms20phua.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Ho (Now Mrs Hee)..nice Teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=25-10-04_1348.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/25-10-04_1348.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the ugly Me before 'O' level, I nearly scared myself when I saw this on Hasrul's Blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=quincy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/quincy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah! That's me..All geeky and I think I was studyin Literature at that time..The hair makes me look so dizzy..Oh well, come to think of it, I do have my moments, blonde, curls, ash, brown, braids, spike, emo, Indie...Next will be botak...Gosh, Hair...(Wipes Tears)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work..miss those days..miss everything man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos courtesy of hasrul.. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-6214707797469099416?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/6214707797469099416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=6214707797469099416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6214707797469099416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/6214707797469099416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/flashback-into-past.html' title='Flashback into the Past'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-3789625211954966652</id><published>2008-05-05T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:11:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody knows the Gay Scene In Singapore? My Friend is Finding People to work for a Magazine caterin to gays...</title><content type='html'>This is not a joke. I've a friend who is lookin for people that are familiar with the gay scene in singapore. Basically, he got this project and he has to write out commentries on popular 'hot spots' such as clubs, hotels, shops etc. Please, if anyone has the experience in fashion communication and lifestyle, do contact me by this week. Just Tag my Board wif your email add and I'll get back to you within a nyte. Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway..Today's work-Tiring Sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@o@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-3789625211954966652?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/3789625211954966652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=3789625211954966652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3789625211954966652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/3789625211954966652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/anybody-knows-gay-scene-in-singapore.html' title='Anybody knows the Gay Scene In Singapore? My Friend is Finding People to work for a Magazine caterin to gays...'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5554571064724013241</id><published>2008-05-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:22:56.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Tryin to be Seductive~</title><content type='html'>Ooops..B4 I go... this was taken when I was thinkin of lunch for work for Monday on Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I'm tryin to seduce my food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;current=Glamo005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo005-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5554571064724013241?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5554571064724013241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5554571064724013241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5554571064724013241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5554571064724013241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/tryin-to-be-seductive.html' title='~Tryin to be Seductive~'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-7359309870258366249</id><published>2008-05-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:11:32.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of Tourism in Singapore..Explained.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I've changed the skins and for some supernatural reasons, the entries entered in previously was gone with the winds..Oh well, Life's Hard. Move On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Ben and Jerry with Nora yesterday..Nothing Surprising with the facts that you can call us if you have a flat tyre and we're happily pass you one of our spare tyres for you. It seems to Nora that she is manufacturing a thrid wheel within her stomach area. Well, as for myself, I'm a sixteen wheeler..(Just Joking...).. As we know, Singapore is a rather boring place, I mean, what do we have here? Disneyland? Nope. The great Wall? Nope. The hanging Gardens? Nope. None of those sorts.. I mean, look at the news we generate from our media..there's no natural disasters here in Singapore (Fashion disasters are typical, looking at those muds with their skinnys, trying to be skinny when they are so f***in skinny),not a lot of crimes around here, and the arts scene is pretty much about musicals and...sculpture walks( I remember those from my secondary years..Stupid and Horrible)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Sunny Singapore where there's no seasons, no snow to play, trees here pretty much do not drop their leaves but rather, the horticulturist cuts them, leaving them bark naked.. We generate a lot of income in terms of tourism..I mean, its absurb..All the talk about the shopping paradise at orchard Road? What's there to shop? Taka, Wisma, Tangs, centrepoint, Hereen, Far East Plaza.. and a lucky Plaza often infiltrated by philipinos on weekends and that sums up Orchard Road...Seriously, there's nothin in town, so people,stop buggin me to go there for 'shoppin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Ben and Jerry Part, I decided to get the Brownie Special- Nothing Much really. Just a Brownie with a scoop of Phlish Food (The Marshmellow with chocolate and the fishes in the world all mixed into an ice cream...) and a scoop of chocolate treat (Just a lot of chocolate in this scoop) with large servings of whip cream and toppings of extra hot chocolate fudge and chocolate M &amp;amp; Ms.. Nothing much realli, But Nora Insists that the calories are just too much for one to take over. Hello, it's just pure cocoa, cocoa and did I just mention cocoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamourl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamourl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Plate of Ice Cream, Just around 2000~ calories? Well, b4 this, we had KFC..Go Figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You just want to put those chocolate on sum1 and lick them up from them? Wooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, the Singapore turf Club delivered lunch and I took it..The Mash potato taste like..Maryam singing at a karaoke bar- it was painful to even look at it. The fish was okay, just tasted a bit fishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was how it looks like on Friday, before I ate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TAKE NOTE OF THE POTATO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it look like on Monday (The cleaner didn't clean it up when I threw it at the waste paper basket and I took this like today(Monday)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Glamo003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s281/hil_duff_fly/Glamo003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like small- meats, I mean minced meat..the sauce hardened..&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEE..Never gonna eat those mashed up potatoes again..It's like SMALL MEATS..Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg,many things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-7359309870258366249?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/7359309870258366249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=7359309870258366249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7359309870258366249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/7359309870258366249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/theory-of-tourism-in-singaporeexplained.html' title='The Theory of Tourism in Singapore..Explained.'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-4664610358315754873</id><published>2008-05-04T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:36:47.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your EQ? Mine is Relatively High..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your EQ is 147&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyoureqquiz/eq-6.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm and open. Even when life gets you down, you're unafraid of the world and its challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are comfortable with who you are. And you accept your weaknesses - as well as the weaknesses of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite stable, you don't respond perfectly to every bad situation that comes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have enough emotional intelligence to know when you need a course correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-4664610358315754873?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/4664610358315754873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=4664610358315754873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4664610358315754873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/4664610358315754873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-your-eq-mine-is-relatively-high.html' title='What&apos;s Your EQ? Mine is Relatively High..'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808131541232670260.post-5578404747023284915</id><published>2008-05-04T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:28:12.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handphone agony'/><title type='text'>To Get or Not to Get?</title><content type='html'>This the season to repair my phone..After all the SM I did onto my phone..I felt that it is time for me to repair it and give it some therapy it deserves. But god's fate is more cruel to commoners apparently..I went to the Nokia Care Center at Woodlands..Have to say, their queue time, for Once was fast! It took me barely 8 minutes for my turn..I told this nice lady about all the defects and she nearly helped me service my phone until....There was a red square next to the place where I placed my SIM card...I didn't know what that was until she said that my phone has suffered severe corrosion and that my warranty is voided...Oh well..the total quote for my phone $176 + 27 for diagnostics. The price may even go higher..I was like "GOOD! TIme to get a new Phone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another worth mentioning excuse to my mama that I have to change my phone..But with NS and everithin,it seems not worth it...have to find another excuse to prevent my Dad from eyein on my phone when Im in camp...Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808131541232670260-5578404747023284915?l=banryuu-quince.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/feeds/5578404747023284915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808131541232670260&amp;postID=5578404747023284915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5578404747023284915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808131541232670260/posts/default/5578404747023284915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banryuu-quince.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-get-or-not-to-get.html' title='To Get or Not to Get?'/><author><name>BaNrYuU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558851935739967373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
