<?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-5343991346483508597</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:50:24.924-08:00</updated><category term='THE END. :D'/><category term='&quot;thus far'/><category term='has the Lord help us.....&quot;'/><category term='there is always a learning point and there is something to give thanks about.'/><category term='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA'/><category term='*LOVE* my sis :)'/><category term='more  training to come Junior T-rex....'/><category term='MONE-Y'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='BYEBYE'/><category term='*BURRRRRRRRRPPP'/><category term='it will really be SOON'/><category term='i am just kidding :)'/><category term='i am kidding abt the star gazing.'/><category term='*all pictures on the next post*'/><category term='ice scream oOoOoOoOoOoOo'/><category term='itchy itchy itchy i i ma ma~'/><category term='A different Sunday.'/><category term='MON-EY'/><category term='FURIOUS. GET YA&apos;LL BUTT OUTTA MY HOUSE IF U DON LIKE IT. STRICTLY NO PERMISE TO ATTIDUES PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE.'/><category term='I wana change a CHINESE TEACHER'/><category term='FML'/><category term='THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU'/><category term='MO-NEY'/><category term='1'/><category term='..................double attack'/><category term='MELISSA'/><category term='suspect no'/><category term='prelims day2'/><category term='ZOMBIE'/><category term='to be continue....'/><category term='current listening to Love me by Collin Raye'/><category term='M-ONEY'/><category term='TEE-HEE'/><category term='feeling super vexed now :('/><title type='text'>OLIHUA</title><subtitle type='html'>Check out my online portfolio&lt;br&gt;
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It's only Tuesday?</title><content type='html'>It feels like a week! Since last Thursday workplace seems like a war. Our General (boss) is threaten by another state general (client) that if we don&amp;#39;t hand over the bag in time they will bomb us ( if we don&amp;#39;t give them their stocks on time, they want a refund). &lt;p&gt;Boss was crazy stress over this 3200 woven bags, and he was putting so much stress on everyone. I couldn&amp;#39;t concentrate on designing, I was kept busy going back and forth calling and liasing with the China manufacturer. &lt;p&gt;Deadline is today, the China side told us the production was not suspended because they have yet to receive the funds. &lt;p&gt;This kinda of situation happen too often in my office. I learn that in this situation, the first thing Is to resolve it immediately, call the direct person and not pin point anyone. &lt;p&gt;Yesterday was pretty incredible day to think about it! A transaction that took 3days and yet not processed was processed within a day with another bank we found. That took us about an hour? By right, the goods is to be delivered to our office via DHL, but because the production period was delayed, my General decide to appoint one of us and collect the good personally from Hangzhou!&lt;p&gt;This is not a fun flight. This flight is a back to back 24hrs flight. My colleague caught a 4.15am flight to Guangzhou this morning, transfer to Hangzhou to collect the goods. Within the hour of collection he&amp;#39;ll be catching the next plan that depart to Hongkong at 2pm, transfer to another flight which will take him back in Sg at around 10pm tonight. Finally, my General will pick them up from the airport and deliver the goods to our client 12pm tonight. &lt;p&gt;Awesome right? By the way, my colleague is a designer like me. He is actually doing a courier job beside his given job entitlement.&lt;p&gt;I could be the one going if I hadn&amp;#39;t had so much orders to rush by this. &lt;p&gt;I really Thank God for this job. Despite it&amp;#39;s downs, this job have provided me a real eye opener. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Olivia Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7355294326038412257?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7355294326038412257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7355294326038412257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-its-only-tuesday.html' title='What? It&apos;s only Tuesday?'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-4941418841661280728</id><published>2011-08-14T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:00:40.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK WORK BAYBEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>Last week work was mojo jojo madness. Once i set foot in the office the time pass like a bullet train all the way to 7pm. I have pass the phase feeling reluctant having to work on a Saturday. Now, there is a new addition to my Saturday blues. I am not sure if August is an&amp;nbsp;auspicious month to get married or my&amp;nbsp;company's wedding invites is getting more popular, there is A LOT of walk in/ appointment that fill the whole day to the extend i HAVE TO OT ON A SATURDAY. &amp;nbsp;(---______---)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this job, especially&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;those&amp;nbsp;customers that came to place Wedding invites orders, i think they are the most&amp;nbsp;pressurizing&amp;nbsp;ones. I am solely in-charge of Invitations cards design, from wedding invites to corporate to personal. Anything that in regard to cards, the Orders are directed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that puzzle me a lot is, i have so many customers that came to make their wedding invitation cards 1 month before their wedding date. Like what the? i really cannot figure out how they planned and prepare for their wedding. Wedding is such an important thing, and invitation cards need to be send out at least a month ahead right? i just feel that because they fail to plan in result they not just put stress on&amp;nbsp;themselves, they also implement&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;pressure to the people that is a providing a service for them too. which is selfish, and most of this "last minute" customers are the most hostile, unfriendly and demanding and most importantly, &lt;i&gt;unappreciative&lt;/i&gt; bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the down side in Service line i guess, you will always meet unappreciative/ demanding clients. Customers that like to abuse "because i'm the customer/ tax payer/ buyer/ payer, i got the customer's right". Singaporean,&amp;nbsp;especially falls into this&amp;nbsp;categories who often abuse "customers right". Sound like a lot of negative huh? Of course, there is Appreciative customers. Whenever i received a email from a customer that show appreciation of our effort or a sincere "thank you for your effort", it simply brighten up my day by 1000 mega watts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all, is not hard to say Thank you, being nice makes you prettier and handsome too. So why not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-4941418841661280728?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4941418841661280728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4941418841661280728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/08/work-work-baybeeeeee.html' title='WORK WORK BAYBEEEEEE'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6357053548503539769</id><published>2011-08-12T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T06:22:20.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test&lt;p&gt;Olivia Tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6357053548503539769?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6357053548503539769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6357053548503539769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/08/test-olivia-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3359060330339926616</id><published>2011-05-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:38:14.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got A Job!</title><content type='html'>Yes! just the previous post, (which i posted on Thursday) i was feeling all negative because i thought the interview i went would be just like any other interview i went that keeps my hopes high only to leave me in dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong! Yesterday, Friday, the person called me back to start work on Monday! BOOYA~~! I am happy of course! Now i will be attached to this Korea company, INUBOSS which&amp;nbsp;specializes in wedding cards. I'll be one of the designers to work on those cards. :)&amp;nbsp;but there is just one thing that i am not very happy about is the destination. it is all the way to BUKIT BATOK my friend. very far you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a breakdown of the amount time require everyday:&lt;br /&gt;Morning, work at 10am&lt;br /&gt;2 hrs&amp;nbsp;prepare&amp;nbsp;+ 2 hrs travel = 4 hrs earlier i need to wake up everyday before work.&lt;br /&gt;which mean i need to wake up at 6am to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Work, knock off at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;2 hrs travel home + 2 hrs wash up = 4 hrs to bed time.&lt;br /&gt;which mean i'll sleep at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day a person need 8 hrs of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;according to this time chart, 11pm ~ 6am = 7 hrs of sleep each day.&lt;br /&gt;so each day i have a shortchange of an hour sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i got to go.&amp;nbsp;abrupt end of post. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3359060330339926616?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3359060330339926616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3359060330339926616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-got-job.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Job!'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2565229723176374977</id><published>2011-05-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:42:19.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Click, Send</title><content type='html'>the site i most frequent now a days are namely Jobstreet.com and Hotmail.com. hoping and wishfully waiting for a replied email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been giving a lot of thoughts about my future lately, especially in the prospect of my career. I can't imagine doing something that is non- design related. i really can't &lt;i&gt;tahan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went for another interview all the way to the West and again i was being fooled by the too polite interviewer to tell me "sorry, you are not hired" instead she gave me a smile and sound so promisingly that she will call me back to "confirmed" me. of course the call never come. she kept my hopes high, only to leave me in&amp;nbsp;disappointment-again. i am getting used to this emotion lately. i can get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need a head start. somewhere. an open door. an opportunity for me to proof myself i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i once came across this quote:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Just do what you like and don't think too much about it, otherwise you'll&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;end up choosing another job!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Realist will probably tell me to wake up and live in the Now. the Now is, you can't go on searching for your desire job while your account continues to deplete without any source of income. The Now is i should find a temporary job to cover my expanses first while continue to search for my desire job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while a Dreamer will tell me to stick to this quote because if you have a heart for it, you will succeed. with actions of course, not just dreams and words. "Never give up your dream." quoted from all the successor who make it there, because they press on to their dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've came to a conclusion, i'll not give up my dream, i'll take the words from the Dreamer. however if in 1 month time i still don't get my desire post, i should listen to the words of the Realist. but never give up my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2565229723176374977?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2565229723176374977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2565229723176374977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/05/click-click-send.html' title='Click Click, Send'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6903551817721774913</id><published>2011-05-04T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T04:17:47.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am glad that i've finally graduated. on the other hand i am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is a period i struggle to further study or work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now that i've decided to work, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel equally troubled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people have been telling me, many grads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out there don't work in same line as what they studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life sucks right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if all your life you have been studying something you dislike,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is valid that you end up in a job totally different from what you've studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what if you have studied something that of your interest and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can't find a job of your interest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dissapointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went for 2 interviews and i walked out knowingly that i won't get the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hate that feeling man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5343991346483508597-6903551817721774913?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6903551817721774913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6903551817721774913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/05/lifes-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s a bitch'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7008197623322729863</id><published>2011-04-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:01:43.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What lay ahead lay ahead.</title><content type='html'>i am thinking to get odd jobs... like strolling some tai tai dogs or paid to clean some mansion with basic like $30 an hour. HA! just dreaming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7008197623322729863?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7008197623322729863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7008197623322729863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-lay-ahead-lay-ahead.html' title='What lay ahead lay ahead.'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1583737160926857268</id><published>2011-03-30T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:01:29.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Issue.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mum told me this " i should get involve and helped out in the household chores and stop&lt;i&gt; living in my own world.&lt;/i&gt;" My mum got a point. i am living in my own world because i choose to abstain myself from my family matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family matters- going round financial stuff AND taking care of nieces and their stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. i am not even their parents, but i have responsibility for them? that's is why i shut my door at home and thankfully i have my own rooms because i just want to soak up in my own world and do my own things. i will blast my music and drown all&amp;nbsp;frustration&amp;nbsp;and nonsense cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is frustrating to me because firstly i am not their parents and i have to take of them, secondly when they cry even i have my door closed i am not that hard hearted and let them go on crying without going out to check on them if they are alright. Thirdly, household chores. My house is like a obstacle course and when it comes to cleaning, i just want to retreat into my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family now is about raising my Sister's kid, getting them feed, clean, school and get to bed on time. All these are the agendas for the everyday life. it take up the whole entire day and it will keep going on in circles This-Is-The-Life-For-Raising-Kids. No Life. Mundane life especially when they are not your kids and you don't have to pledge any commitments to them. You get what i mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1583737160926857268?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1583737160926857268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1583737160926857268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/03/same-issue.html' title='Same Issue.'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3009713324552371821</id><published>2011-03-26T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:13:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>i am feeling good because i finish 1 typography out of 4, and i am happy with my end product. :) though it look nothing like how i sketch, but it does came out like the way i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sketching it out on paper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XdbQyF3v-S0/TY4HKyiKydI/AAAAAAAADbE/Ws2TDhWDFZU/s1600/IMG_0001-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XdbQyF3v-S0/TY4HKyiKydI/AAAAAAAADbE/Ws2TDhWDFZU/s1600/IMG_0001-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scan it to my computer and do the magic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZpwFIOyTh1A/TY4HT6uS7OI/AAAAAAAADbI/1xj5Ydm0WVg/s1600/Love+black+pink-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZpwFIOyTh1A/TY4HT6uS7OI/AAAAAAAADbI/1xj5Ydm0WVg/s640/Love+black+pink-tile.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ED8oQAWcWio/TY4VZeL54dI/AAAAAAAADbM/Koqo2Nd7Q3c/s1600/Love+white+2-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ED8oQAWcWio/TY4VZeL54dI/AAAAAAAADbM/Koqo2Nd7Q3c/s640/Love+white+2-tile.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3009713324552371821?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3009713324552371821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3009713324552371821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XdbQyF3v-S0/TY4HKyiKydI/AAAAAAAADbE/Ws2TDhWDFZU/s72-c/IMG_0001-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2501830879562880720</id><published>2011-03-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:02:14.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to kill BLUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I read from somewhere, some time ago on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO KILL BLUES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i can't remember the entire list but i do remember a few that i agree with, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tested and proven today and on past&amp;nbsp;occasions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1 Sing~!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i sang till my vocal went hoarse. i was singing loud to vent my faustration. okay so i wasn't singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but it helps to release whatever that i feel moody inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to practice on my guitar but my guitar is badly out of tune and it affected me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so SCREW IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;#2 Dance dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yea i&amp;nbsp;just dance in my room, spin twist turn like a Bayblad in my room accordingly to the music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i love. hint* blast yall music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3 Look at things that bring back happy memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't do that today though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but it believe it helps ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;#4 Paint your nails with happy colours!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ABmveL1bruU/TYnZg9jc68I/AAAAAAAADa8/IjN_aH-ecv8/s1600/Snapshot_20110323_49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ABmveL1bruU/TYnZg9jc68I/AAAAAAAADa8/IjN_aH-ecv8/s320/Snapshot_20110323_49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was feeling angst when i did my nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i had a base of red, then i decide that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;red is the not the colour. i layered another purple coat on top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;purple it is, i was kinda happy after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if you notice the 3rd finger from the left is not purple is cos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;while i was waiting for the red coat to dry i was trying to lead my life like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;usual. like fetching myself a glass of water WITH GREAT CAREFULNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that nail is an evidence that&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;Carefulness is not enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't bother to &amp;nbsp;remove it so i moved on with the rest of my&amp;nbsp;nails and coated the rest purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;End result, i got ugly nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;whahahhahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 Cam whore!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LDREPn9SPrw/TYnhBWBVogI/AAAAAAAADbA/qeA3bQO78O0/s1600/nth.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LDREPn9SPrw/TYnhBWBVogI/AAAAAAAADbA/qeA3bQO78O0/s1600/nth.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this method i think is the most effective one to kill blues.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made so many silly faces and had a good&amp;nbsp;laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;#6 Repeat "Live Love Laugh!" proclaiming it and beliving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2501830879562880720?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2501830879562880720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2501830879562880720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-kill-blues.html' title='How to kill BLUES'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ABmveL1bruU/TYnZg9jc68I/AAAAAAAADa8/IjN_aH-ecv8/s72-c/Snapshot_20110323_49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2502602687028476861</id><published>2011-03-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:28:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>Cleared my room and make space enough for me to do cartwheel in my room! booya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation till now i am idle practically daily except for weekends. My weekend deployment is not longer at Mustafa, boy. i feel happy and reluctant at the same time. Not that i have any good memories left there, rather the liberty i once had. i can go for 2 hours break and take multiple breaks yet still able to hit my daily target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna move on from my current PT job, i have been saying this since last year November? my basic pay is not bad, but the company is getting real stingy now. they have been cutting back our pay and change our commission scheme that seems so hard to reach. where can you get a basic $8/ hourly and still relatively slack job and most importantly near your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2502602687028476861?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2502602687028476861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2502602687028476861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/03/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet.'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8021135093978918887</id><published>2011-03-14T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:09:42.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living your dream</title><content type='html'>Living my dreams is too hard. i need a source of motivation to keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was filling up the application to NAFA and what they offer is really exciting because it includes a 7 week exchange study in UK. i never been too far away from Singapore before so this seems really exciting to me. first, the question is- can i make it through the interview?&amp;nbsp;What If qns next- what if i didn't make it, what is my plan B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i worked for a Property agent events for 2 days and i got to know a little more about how a property agent actually earn. all i can say is the commission they earn from 1 house sold is&amp;nbsp;equivalent&amp;nbsp;to about 4 times my basic pay a fresh Graduate like me would get. attractive? especially at the thought of financial freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to give it a shot and believe in this word FAITH. till then, pray for me. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8021135093978918887?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8021135093978918887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8021135093978918887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-your-dream.html' title='Living your dream'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3308489647543133195</id><published>2011-01-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:27:04.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>hello, it was a nice countdown into 2011 with mella and some of my poly mates at Marina The Floating Platform for countdown. the fireworks was awesome. Haven't been active in blogging because FYP and my Portfolio was getting the better of me, AND my nieces. yes, they are keeping me pretty occupied too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevelle the oldest make the most noise! SHARP high noise that pierce your ears and make your head spin. now the 2nd child Verlize too, keep crying non stop. phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 i am turning 21 this year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;"2011, i need to put myself together and get&amp;nbsp;organised. i have been a scattered brain for toooooooo long."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, i am not going Thailand anytime now. what shall i do with the money i saved? Flea it all~? nah. Get a DSLR? i used to think i Need a DSLR. i realised now i am too lazy to the extend to take photo with my compact digital cam! talking about taking photo with DSLR..? my DSLR will probably sit on the shelve and collect dust. okay i know, DSLR is under my WANT list. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;items that fall under my NEED list:&lt;br /&gt;1. More rings&lt;br /&gt;2. MORE skirts&lt;br /&gt;3. More dresses&lt;br /&gt;4. Bras! (seriously need)&lt;br /&gt;5. i need more colours in my wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;6. new heels! ( i feel guilty saying this, i don't know why either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about flea is that it is hard to find colours! fact. i am talking about colours other then black, white, grey and dark blue. my last flea 80% of my buys is black. i look at the heap of my new wash laundry, black is all i see. i got too many black in my wardrobe! I NEED COLOURSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday just celebrated my elder sister birthday, missed the seafood dinner because i was got to do the SMP (shot media production) shoots. &amp;nbsp;i didn't miss the whole celebration entirely, &amp;nbsp;i manage to catch the Cake cutting session. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3308489647543133195?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3308489647543133195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3308489647543133195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7021497268514403338</id><published>2010-10-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:35:06.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game addict</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;was reading the November Reader Digest issue - The Lost Boy. apparently China was trying to dealt with the increasing numbers of game addicts arising among the youngster and they establish a school by the name of Qihang Salvation Training Camp, which claimed to dealt with&amp;nbsp;game addicts&amp;nbsp;- of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short summary of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deng senshan, lets call it DS in short was sent to this school by his parent who felt that he had become a game addict. DS was made to run around the basketball&amp;nbsp;court&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;night when everyone else is sleeping. after&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;30 laps of running&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;he collapsed on the floor, instead of giving him a break, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the counsellor dragged him to a nearby flagpole and hit him with a wooden chair leg which broke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. DS continue to run but about halfway through the court he collapsed again. this time round&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the counsellor took a plastic stool and swung down on the boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DS was bleeding from this mouth, ears, eyes, and nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. he was only send to the hospital after &lt;u&gt;hourS&lt;/u&gt; of being left in his bunk.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;14 hours&lt;/u&gt; after arriving at the camp, he was pronounced dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;horror&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;stories about the game addicts in China:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a boy butchered his father after a disagreement of internet&amp;nbsp;usage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 kids passed on a railroad track after 2 days of online gaming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after a 36hr session of War Crafts a boy leaped off his 24th storey building, in hope to "join the heroes of the game"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd pointer is the most &lt;em&gt;"digusting"&lt;/em&gt; one. i don't know what word to use actually to express how i feel. OMG? unbelivable? dumb? you know what?&amp;nbsp;China is infamous for its IMPOSSIBLE &lt;em&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;still, stories like this make me feel &lt;em&gt;disgusted&lt;/em&gt; on how inhuman&amp;nbsp; and brutal they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Came home today to find a envelope on my table from the Ministry of Health. Nope, the hospital couldn't have register my gender wrong and send me a letter for a check up for NS enlistment right? Nope they did not. is a letter they put it to &lt;em&gt;Congratulate&lt;/em&gt; me turning 21 soon and ask me to pledge as a organ donors after death. however, i see it as a reminder that i am turning into a age of Responsibility, a age of taking charge,&amp;nbsp;reminding me that i am graduating and out to work soon and i am only approximately 4 months away to the working world, to my&amp;nbsp;ideal career, to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about&amp;nbsp;the future is&amp;nbsp;so scary. lets just take one step at a time, Portfolio first, FYP next and we will see what lays ahead after. lets&amp;nbsp;not let the future&lt;em&gt; "scare the shit outta me"&lt;/em&gt; yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7021497268514403338?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"FINALLY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school have gone more strict and iron out a new rule to &lt;i&gt;punish&lt;/i&gt; the late bill payers, like *ahem* me. forever me, the most&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;cruel punishmen&lt;/i&gt;t they can implement on us -student, is to block our freaking LEO which give us no access to our daily grades and CHECKING OF OUR NEW CLASS. this is the reason why i missed school on the first day of school and this year, another new rule implemented- we are only given 4 gracious precious days for non valid reason to skip school. once we skip more than that, Expel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn good, i just use up one of my precious 4 days skip- school- pass.&amp;nbsp;involuntarily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;God bless us with many people around us so we won't feel lonely. i Thank God for all of the individual that have been bless in my life, friends that i have met and a friendship have forged. be it here, there, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa to any&amp;nbsp;normal&amp;nbsp;Singaporean won't be a place that will cross your mind to find a 'friend'. interestingly, God choose to put me there and i made some friendship with our non native that came here to find their gold pot. adapting to their cultural habitual and a whole new working environment, i think i am doing fine so far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for the China girl that help me out a lot when i am not around, i communicate with her the most is most probably because we share the same race. i am thankful for all the other mustafa staff who helped me out a lot too. most of the senior staff there are pretty much a 'joker'. they always came round my counter and crank some jokes, sometimes i might i miss the joke but i will just laugh along. oh well, they make the time i had in mustafa pass more jovially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends that i made in school are the&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; ones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that make up the memories i had in RP. very important. friends are very important to me. isn't friends the greatest gift God have bless us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1652113056564830490?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1652113056564830490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1652113056564830490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-have-been-awhile.html' title='It have been awhile'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8200951377630847995</id><published>2010-10-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:55:35.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstances</title><content type='html'>can't help it but to feel a little poor thing for my niece as i watched her teared and keep calling " i want daddy mummy" in my mothers' arm when my sister and brother-in-law depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time for my niece is always a torturous thing for her and the feeder (basically my mum, younger sis &amp;amp; i). she don't like to eat, she will whine and throw tantrum and usually she can take up to 3hours to finish her food. however when her father is around to feed her, she eat so willingly almost unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a mother yet, but i am one of the sub care taker of my niece. i can &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; feel how it is like being in the motherhood, taking care and raising up a child. ptffffff. first thing, patient is really a NEED. at times their nonsense cry is so bad that make my head split. since i am only a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; care taker i don't hold most of her&amp;nbsp;responsibility. whenever she make a din and drive me headache i'll hid in my room, shut my door and blast music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHAAHAH. can't blame me, i am selfish like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i need my own&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;'escape'. &lt;/i&gt;in a generic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is starting and yes, a new term. at this point i don't wish to continue onward, because school is basically....... yaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;abrupt end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8200951377630847995?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8200951377630847995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8200951377630847995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/10/circumstances.html' title='Circumstances'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1579546181646401585</id><published>2010-09-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:51:31.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter Strawberry Honeydew</title><content type='html'>party at butter factory for the first time yesterday. i let loose and drink over the amount the i have limited myself because of DIET. oh well, i told myself since i'm already there and i need to get 'high' to enjoy so i tar cup after cup. so much of sustaining my diet plan, one night in the club i lose it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun, butter factory is fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the platforms that i order from &lt;a href="http://gelliz.livejournal.com/"&gt;Gelliz&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;i have collected it today. i am quite&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;with the pair Rayne that i ordered because the front is too tight that my feet is squashed inside and it hurts when i walk. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TJto0thqqjI/AAAAAAAADak/ewp_ypaeF54/s1600/rayneblack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TJto0thqqjI/AAAAAAAADak/ewp_ypaeF54/s320/rayneblack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is the one. i took size 39 but i think it will fit in just nice for size 38. my feet are too broad.. anybody interested in buying?????? you can drop me a msg or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1579546181646401585?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8588117037460643837</id><published>2010-09-21T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:46:24.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K-POP 2NE1</title><content type='html'>i am hook on 2NE1 on youtube. their undeniable funky outfit and dance move on top of that i am more interested on how did the ones with monolid did their eye make up and make it so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, i know i have painting my entire lid black for ages so did they! just that they do it in a better and nicer way and they wear it with so much confidence. in the past i condemn my monolid so much to the extent i cross my heart i'll get a plastic surgery in the future when i have the bucks. now thanks to them (&lt;i&gt;they give me hope)&lt;/i&gt;, i will try to learn the monolid make up and also learn to appreciate my monolid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;after so many years....i know right!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame the industry that promote so much about double eye lid- big eye beauty can't blame me for falling into the advertising world. it had been a&amp;nbsp;stereotype in the advertising world isn't it? now i guess the beauty world is searching for something new or maybe got inspired but the korean, because i see more&amp;nbsp;advertisement&amp;nbsp;with monolid models now a days. awesome sweet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea-yea yea-yea yea-yea 2-N-E-1~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8588117037460643837?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8588117037460643837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8588117037460643837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/k-pop-2ne1.html' title='K-POP 2NE1'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3784897590546834524</id><published>2010-09-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:32:11.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like typing on the keyboard, i shall generate some&amp;nbsp;nonsense&amp;nbsp;here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was link hopping on youtube, and found this artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessie James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her songs is nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-35GWbTjus&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-35GWbTjus&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click on the link to listen to her songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and i think Jolin tsai latest song sound really awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her voice just sound irritating to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;listen to Jessie James on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VEHHHHHH NICEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3784897590546834524?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3784897590546834524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3784897590546834524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/because.html' title='Because'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7158459005783161734</id><published>2010-09-18T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:45:44.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister keeper</title><content type='html'>yea i know everyone have watched or read the novel 10 millions years ahead, here i am just climbing out my cave trying to catch up with the&amp;nbsp;movie world. sorry, i haven't even watch AVATAR the last most epic movie not-to-be-miss. sadly, i did. the lastest movie i caught was Resident Evil. amazingly i laugh when the zombies got shot. in my mind i pity the zombies, i imagine the zombies are the 'rejects' that failed to get the lead role during casting and got the zombies role instead. but they still gladly receive the role because they still get the 1 minute of fame on the big screen before being shot down. woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears just keep welling up my eye. not now, i mean when i was watching the movie. sigh~~~ what a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading the book and i thought i had the movie in my hard disk. bam, so i watched it. now what? complete reading the book of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh~~~ story like this create an instant emotion, impact... not really, because tomorrow i'll probably forget everything until i read the pages again and get reminded of the scenes. ahhhh~~~~ damn good, i mean the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Saturday and Sunday is now fixed, Mustafa work work work and home. every weekend travelling there i'll always feel a little out of Singapore from the time i alighted from train all the way walking towards Mustafa. i will be surrounded by a large population of not my race, features that is so sharp big eye and dark skin. Little India seem like a tourist attraction place (have it been so all the while? i didn't know) because i'll always see&amp;nbsp;Caucasian among the flock. come to think of it, Little India should be one of the tourist attraction place because it is part of Singapore multi racial identity. like Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just sounded dumb. i am a Singaporean alright. it just that i never view Little India as a place of attraction to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new words i learn today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Oxymoron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(oxy-mo-ron)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;expression with contradictory words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;a phrase in which two words of  contradictory meaning are used together for special effect, for example, “wise  fool” or “legal murder”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="headword"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Emancipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(e-man-ci-pay-tion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 7.5pt;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td class="DEFINITION" width="17"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="DEFINITION" style="padding-left: 1pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;act of freeing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the act or  process of setting somebody free or of freeing somebody from restrictions  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr style="padding-bottom: 7.5pt;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td class="DEFINITION" width="17"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="DEFINITION" style="padding-left: 1pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;being freed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the condition  or fact of being set free or freed from some restriction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words, i doubt i'll ever use it but it is good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i ever share that there this guy that i dislike from my work place? there is this Sumsung promoter whom i really get irritated when he talk. is the way he talk and the things he say, is REALLY IRRITATING. hmmm, i think this is a bias opinion of him from me. in the past his counter was so far from mine ( i really thank God for that) that he can't possibly keep walking over to talk crap to me cos then it will be obvious that he is not working. but now the bloody Mustafa made changes to the arrangement of the counters and move his station right beside mine. i sulk the whole day at work. i refuse to talk or look in his way and avoid all means to start a conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is obvious that i don't like him. he ask me "eh why you so quiet today?" i just go "em." in my heart, is because your counter is right beside me now and i feel choke. shit. this will be the setting for the rest of my days in Mustafa. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i already know that the Sumsung counter have move right beside mine cos the China phone promoter sms me. so today i went prepared with a book and another phone (for surfing net) to keep myself occupied. my plan went on well. when i get bored reading, i surf the net with the phone. when i get bored playing with the phone i bury myself in the novel and when i get bored with both, i serve the come-look-don't buy-ask alot of questions customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not motivated to push sales now because i don't get commission, so what's the point? there is rumor that our pay will change. it says next month onward there will be a certain target for everyone to hit daily. if we hit the daily target we get paid at $8.50 per hour if not, we are only getting paid at $6.50 per hour. ridiculous much, if this rumor is true- i'll quit. i'll jump to Sony erricssion or Motorola or HTC or Blackberry. Lg is so 'niao pok.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7158459005783161734?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7158459005783161734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7158459005783161734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sister-keeper.html' title='My Sister keeper'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1699247709647251775</id><published>2010-09-18T02:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:47:44.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from mustafa</title><content type='html'>blogging from phone is not easy, but i had so much time on hand. No costumer for me to serve. No problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there is cute guys here for me to drool over. Time will pass much sweeter, but no. There is cartons of mustache guys or trays of foreign chin chin na if you get what i mean. Handful of other asia spices What do you expect to find in  mustafa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only occassional you'll find a cute blue eye that seems to lost his way in mustafa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1699247709647251775?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1699247709647251775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1699247709647251775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogging-from-mustafa.html' title='blogging from mustafa'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6830192134443503912</id><published>2010-09-16T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:14:53.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'> last night was EXTREME </title><content type='html'>the new word now is EXTREME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to like the idea having more then one agenda in a day. i like the idea that my day is packed with different places i have to run to. for example- AMK pick up some goods in the morning, afternoon meet sister for lunch then night i'll meet another group of friends. something like this, running about from one place to another in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't like it anymore. i'll factor in the long travelling time from A-B, i hate the long train or bus ride. well, maybe if i have a car, i of course won't mind running about. hustle bustle busy- lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partying was great, the boys were really silly. well i guess silly boys make everything fun &amp;amp; funny. there was this guy (not my friend) a joker, the way he dance is really EXTREME! he do power slide on the dance floor, dance like as if &amp;nbsp;in a mosh pit. he grind boys and some guys are entertaining enough to play along with him. thanks to him, we all had a real EXTREME laugh ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6830192134443503912?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6830192134443503912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6830192134443503912'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just randomly saw this&amp;nbsp;excerpt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone who is physically disabled finally met up with his pen pal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the day they met, the conversation seems normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever since, the pen pal never wrote to him anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am just wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY THEY SO ASSHOLE ONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from this line onward will be my daily ra-ta-ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am thinking of my next design idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had Mr Ronald Mcdonald, Mr KFC and Mr Mustafa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i don't know if i should make them into 3 villain or hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the weather these days especially after the rain is mad cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my nose have been producing enough icky to make a bottle of glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cover up yourself with blanket and keep yourself warm people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not many time in Singapore you get to walk around in blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love it when cereals on discount in NTUC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this time round is POST TRAIL MIX CRUNCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buy 1 and get 1 free offer :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my loving mum bought 8 packs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do the math:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 x 2 = 16 packs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, BREAKFAST planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breakfast have become the most important meal for me in the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not because after my mum bought this 16 pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but because this will be my most heavy meal in the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lunch will be light, and dinner will be NIL-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the morning food is what i love to eat best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;60kg is no joke now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realise diet is not the way to slim down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diet and exercise does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the research told me i need 300mins of workout in a week to loss the weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i figured that on both the weekend i'll working&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i won't be able to have time to exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm still left for monday - fri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do the math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;300 / 5 = 60min of workout per day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exercise like running, swimming, rope skipping, and even doing star jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll see how long i can sustain this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2887265871913721332?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2887265871913721332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2887265871913721332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-down.html' title='&lt;u&gt; Let down &lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5335476026146860809</id><published>2010-09-07T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:52:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test post</title><content type='html'>i'm blogging from phone. Testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-5335476026146860809?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5335476026146860809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5335476026146860809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/test-post.html' title='Test post'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8356388346705074627</id><published>2010-09-06T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:44:16.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Perfectionist </title><content type='html'>talking to a Perfectionist always make me feel guilty, intimidated, low, self&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;to sum up, they make me feel like i've been wasting my 19years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was never whole heartedly devoted in doing something or making any matter in my life- Perfect. i always swim around the border line, not the worse and the not the best. i always fall under the average group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this age, i am &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to ponder more about what is going to be ahead of me. &lt;i&gt;scary&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'yea, nobody knows the answer except God'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation is not far away anymore. i am one step behind to the working world, one step towards my possible career. this matter of fact scare me a lot inside. i am uncertain where i can head to... i stare at my pathetic few pieces of art works in front of me... not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate talking to a Beautician&amp;nbsp;because they make me feel really inferior and also because i know how many grains and peas are&amp;nbsp;congesting&amp;nbsp;my pores- that's why i'm manufacture popcorns. tsk. in fact i don't want this &lt;i&gt;vegetarian prata complexion&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;EITHER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate talking to a body perfectionist, no i don't even want to talk to them i don't want to stand near them at all!. this is obvious- because i'll feel like a lump of fats beside them. whenever i wear shorts, i just wish i hadn't because all i have to flash is my cellulites. &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;what the hell was i thinking then when i choose that outfit for the day?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to make changes right now to the way i am leading my laid back life. is like i either be the best or nothing. i don't want to be &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Olivia&lt;/i&gt;, i want to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;OLIVIA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;you know what i mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;yes you do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8356388346705074627?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8356388346705074627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8356388346705074627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfectionist.html' title='&lt;u&gt; Perfectionist &lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5263499541577983308</id><published>2010-09-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:07:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'> September Comex Show</title><content type='html'>ended yesterday. damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bet, stand the whole day from 10am-9.30pm with 2&amp;nbsp;breaks or taking a skive inside the toilet cubicle resting my ass and legs. never stand for such a long hours during work and 4 days straight. my voice is hoarse now because i need to battle my volume with the speakers' in order for my customers to hear me. if only i have a friend working with me, the minutes won't feel like hours. glad that i saw some&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;faces there and made some new friends that i often run to for chit chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the breaks is the only time promoters of different brands sit around, chill-lax &amp;amp; chit chats but i found myself beyond tired that i can't make any coherent conversation. my tongue got twisted, the words overlapped each other can't utter a proper sentences either. bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. yea pretty much like a retard trying to speak. every night when i was making my way home my leg feel as if there is 10kg metal chain attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there is something to be &lt;u&gt;HAPPY&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/u&gt; about though. I WAS NOT A SINGLE DAY LATE, and even better I WAS EARLY FOR ALL 4 DAYS!!!!!!! c'mon i think i need a standing ovation for this! i need to report there 10am everyday and i woke up at 7am each morning. :) how did i do it? the only answer is- &lt;b&gt;GOD'S MIRACLE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enough time to eat breakfast, take my own sweet time to get prepare and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stroll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the bus stop. i need to emphasis on the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stroll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because normally i'll be rushing to the bus stop. Hallelujah for this!!! it is a miracle~! really Thank God that it have ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-5263499541577983308?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5263499541577983308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5263499541577983308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-comex-show.html' title='&lt;u&gt; September Comex Show&lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-73193938802558286</id><published>2010-09-01T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:00:40.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Colgate </title><content type='html'>back from Tanjong pagar from giving out free Colgate toothpaste and Colgate Plax samples. both yesterday and today the sun was so hot roasting all the popcorns on my face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when Singaporean see a&amp;nbsp;surveyor&amp;nbsp;they 'siam' like ah long going after them asking them for money. but when Singaporean see promoters like us giving out free sample, they swamp around you like bees automatically. i think the most ridiculous question they can ask is "can i take one more for my husband?" or some "can i take some for my&amp;nbsp;colleague?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if you tell me you want to take for your brothers, sister, grandmother grandfather am i suppose to give you? NOOOO! of course not, free sample is only permitted to one per person dude! damn thick skinned, damn kiasuuuuuuu. true blue Singaporean. some are the best, they act like they didn't take and purposely walked pass us and take again. -.- we give of course, not that we wanted to be bias but we can't remember the faces that we give too! there is of course the super pro ones, they keep coming back after we have issue him 4 or 6 till all of us black listed that guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow( thursday) till sunday i'll be working in the Comex show. level 2, under Singtel find me at LG counter i'll there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister just send me neoprint that we took back when i was in my lower secondary? omg mannnnnnnnnnnn i seriously didn't think, feel, know i was that slim last time. my face was much sharper as compared to now. :( wah lao, i am freaking a fat ass. i've gian 15kg since sec1!!!!! :( :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was looking through all the neoprints i took before and....... so digusting! my hairstyle my poses in the neoprints is such a JOKE! like all act pretty, act cute. ALL DAMN FAIL DAMN DISGUSTING!!!! i am not gonna post it up, it is so embarrassing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think i have grown out of the shell much. we were all once a geeky looking student and now i think i'm turning from a geek to ugly betty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met a primary school friend whom i haven't seen for very long yesterday, she told i look bigger in size now. when she said i look so different now i guess she meant i look so fat now. you will say "no, maybe is the your hair colour that make you look different now." LIAR, this is all lies that you want to comfort me from the fact that i am fatter now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the same lie when i tell someone about my shocking weight (like bloody 60kg) they will always say "no la, you where got so fat? i think is because your bones are heavier" this is another lie. Fat means fat, where do you think all the extra weight come from? they couldn't be just from the bone itself when&amp;nbsp;evidently all the flabby parts are all falling out everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want that magic pills that my sister friend took, she slim down from my 60 - 50kg!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't believe that the Plus size model industry will last, because this world is too convince that being skinny is pretty and we all aim to be&amp;nbsp;size 0. Fashion are 'trying' to change the world perception that being a Plus Size is actually a beauty yet there is still so many designers out there designing clothes of UK size 6 or best, size 0.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4q2zqxiOI/AAAAAAAADZ8/joDVrYLG_RI/s1600/elena-miro2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4q2zqxiOI/AAAAAAAADZ8/joDVrYLG_RI/s320/elena-miro2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;a plus size model strutting down the runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;how do you feel about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4rQAGu_2I/AAAAAAAADaM/lQYxVlh5MJk/s1600/article-1210814-06433CDA000005DC-737_468x582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4rQAGu_2I/AAAAAAAADaM/lQYxVlh5MJk/s320/article-1210814-06433CDA000005DC-737_468x582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;what about this? i think my body totally look like this one above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;fat thigh, fat arms, &amp;nbsp;fat tummy ( but my tummy is more layered then hers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;so she got prettier fats then me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4q4GjCRsI/AAAAAAAADaE/iweRMa5lgy4/s1600/ss-100107-Vsizeissue-07.grid-5x2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4q4GjCRsI/AAAAAAAADaE/iweRMa5lgy4/s320/ss-100107-Vsizeissue-07.grid-5x2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;how about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;this is actually a very well composite photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;does she turn you on in the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;now i am&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to wonder, how then are you qualify to be a Plus Size model? do you realise all the models have a beautiful face just that the body is plus size.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.plusmodels.com/gs2.shtml"&gt;http://www.plusmodels.com/gs2.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Click on the link you are interested to read about the requirement being a plus size model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;if you read the link, i wonder what do they mean by tone? like you are fat and tone at the same time? like HOW?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-73193938802558286?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/73193938802558286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/73193938802558286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/09/colgate.html' title='&lt;u&gt; Colgate &lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TH4q2zqxiOI/AAAAAAAADZ8/joDVrYLG_RI/s72-c/elena-miro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6895191275577212911</id><published>2010-08-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:55:56.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens in the night </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvO0LYrFlI/AAAAAAAADZc/tkhX6a9fzKk/s1600/45992_430123246493_585961493_5176800_5685060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvO0LYrFlI/AAAAAAAADZc/tkhX6a9fzKk/s640/45992_430123246493_585961493_5176800_5685060_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the above is the original picture taken. yes, it is quite blur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvOyD3HfCI/AAAAAAAADZM/6yJM6iATsqI/s1600/sco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvOyD3HfCI/AAAAAAAADZM/6yJM6iATsqI/s640/sco.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i edited the photo and manipulate with the colour tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the individual give off a different feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can't decide which one i like best so i put them in a collage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvPmYCYE5I/AAAAAAAADZk/-xT0YdoOfNk/s1600/o1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvPmYCYE5I/AAAAAAAADZk/-xT0YdoOfNk/s640/o1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got inspire by one of the &lt;a href="http://hippodoodle.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here is my take on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvPqQVI8GI/AAAAAAAADZs/B74ZyZgaMTY/s1600/o2-vert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvPqQVI8GI/AAAAAAAADZs/B74ZyZgaMTY/s640/o2-vert.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i play with the colours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i think i like the last best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which one is your&amp;nbsp;favorite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6895191275577212911?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6895191275577212911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6895191275577212911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/aliens-in-night.html' title='&lt;u&gt;Aliens in the night &lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THvO0LYrFlI/AAAAAAAADZc/tkhX6a9fzKk/s72-c/45992_430123246493_585961493_5176800_5685060_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1570935736983020254</id><published>2010-08-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:34:09.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally my pay is here </title><content type='html'>after 2 months of long wait, my pay is ready for collection. however i am only collecting one month pay, that's how the system goes. we work for 3months and collect &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; month pay&lt;/span&gt;. sound like i am being exploit right? no la, let me explain. for example we start work on the 1st june, we'll collect our June pay 2 months later. so is like we have been working for 3 months and collect &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;only 1month pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (yes i am repeating myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA! come to think of it, is damn unfair for part timers like us. we work Part time obviously because we need the money to supply us for the month right? by the rate they issue our pay check, technically we need to survive on the 1 month pay for 3 months before we get our next pay. damn what the hell la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really broke broke broke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the pay check that i am going to collect this Monday is only a quarter pay check because i only start working at the last week of the month. which means i am only getting $136!!!! and this is suppose to last me for the next 3months!!!!!! WAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! sure die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month i only have 1 week of school and the rest of the weeks will be my semester break. which also means No School No Allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO PULL THROUGH THE MONTHS WITH NO ALLOWANCE AND ONLY $136!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... no shopping....no flea....no NO NO NONOOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm i feel so restricted right now. like financially tight. a senior who was the first batch promoter, told me they use to wait for 6months to get their 1 month pay! this is super ridiculous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh huhu hu huh uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu.,...., i am whinning behind the com right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bu shuang, i feel so helpless too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1570935736983020254?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1570935736983020254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1570935736983020254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-my-pay-is-here.html' title='&lt;u&gt;Finally my pay is here &lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8246636014289976998</id><published>2010-08-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:03:04.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'> The moon last night was so captivating</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, last night i was trying to do a recruiting poster for my FYP. i end up rolling on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. i can still remember the dream before i was awake. i was in a place call 'Marina Barrage' but this Marina Barrage look nothing like the one in reality, a place i made it up in my dream. in my dream i was there to meet a friend, NANA (my year 1 friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we met up she pass me 2 small glass of water one each on my hands. i took a sip on one and choke on the water. the kind of choke like when you want to talk and swallow at the same time. the feeling was horrible (both in dream and reality), i was sneezing water out from my nose and coughing. the next thing i know, water came flowing out from my nose like a little stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;then...&lt;/span&gt;i was AWAKE~! @ 3am++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the moon last night was really captivating. i was lying on my bed and this ray of light came through the gap of my curtains. i thought it was a prank that somebody was playing, shining its torch light into my window. i peek through the gap of my curtain and saw the bright sparkling moon. Lady Moon's sensual mystical aura kept me captivated for a good 1hour before i fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point the moon was so bright, i even put on my shade to moon-watch. but the filter on the shade makes the moon look ablaze on fire and spoil the whole beauty of it so i took it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i decide and try to do a replica of the beautiful moon,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since my phone camera fail to capture its' beauty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAAAA DAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THUiecr8nwI/AAAAAAAADY8/UdYBZyC5G5E/s1600/moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THUiecr8nwI/AAAAAAAADY8/UdYBZyC5G5E/s640/moon.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i think i fail though. there is this orange light around it which look really beautiful but when i try to add it in Photoshop it looks really weird. what do you think? the moon was suppose to be in the center among the definite layers of clouds giving it some depth. i don't think I've portray it here. everything looks flat isn't it? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well, this is just for fun :) i am not this imba to create this myself, i followed a &lt;a href="http://www.webdesign.org/photoshop/drawing-techniques/recreate-the-moon-in-a-night-sky.16867.html" style="color: magenta;"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt; and do a little tweaking myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8246636014289976998?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8246636014289976998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8246636014289976998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/moon-last-night-was-so-captivating.html' title='&lt;u&gt; The moon last night was so captivating&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/THUiecr8nwI/AAAAAAAADY8/UdYBZyC5G5E/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8881943664820237214</id><published>2010-08-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:33:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Re- edit </title><content type='html'>of my design Gif, from the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-08-23T11:27:00-07:00"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;previous post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Homepage.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/Homepage.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above is how the website will look like when the cursor hover across, and click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aboutme.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/Aboutme.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is almost the same as the previous GIF, just that i add on the animation on how the navigation buttons will look like when hover and click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8881943664820237214?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8881943664820237214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8881943664820237214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-edit.html' title='&lt;u&gt; Re- edit &lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2853581634385856474</id><published>2010-08-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:27:51.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Rain rain </title><content type='html'>this morning i was awaken by a phone call from Jas, that hippy hoppy girl- very kind of her to always inform me when she got any job Lobang. i had my breakfast and from the time i was awake my nose was dripping like a non- stop leaking pipe. bitch, it always happen on cold days. if the day ahead gonna be cold, my nose will send me warning- like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it have been 2 months now and i haven't got my 1st month pay! in this short 2 weeks, i have already spent $244 on my saving. i brought a Wacom @ $129 and today my laptop charger burn up &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; so i immediately went to Funan &amp;nbsp;IT mall to get it replace at the cost of $115 after bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.... terrible~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time which was just a few months ago i went to Sim Lim and bought a non-authentic charger @$80 which i use it less then 6 months and it burn up. with no warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learn- Never buy&amp;nbsp;imitation&amp;nbsp;for gadget, because you will end up paying more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is awesome, she know that i love Post&amp;nbsp;Cereals and she bought all 5&amp;nbsp;flavors 2 packet each stocking up the cabin. this have been my breakfast for the past.....2-3weeks? this is worth blogging about because this is one rare act from my mum. i guess once i got my pay i need to continue this revolution or i'll go back to instant packet cereals drink or oats for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about breakfast makes me want to end my day now (go to sleep) so i can wake up and eat my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i am hungry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2853581634385856474?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2853581634385856474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2853581634385856474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-rain.html' title='&lt;u&gt; Rain rain &lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-9164165198115730744</id><published>2010-08-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:33:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'> finally done with my web design </title><content type='html'>many overnight to rush and do this assignment. this time round we are assign to design our own Portfolio Webpage. initially i only wanted only sheeps on the 'land', i thought it looks boring so i drawn in other animals. hahaha. is not a animal farm, i didn't plan it to be animal farm. it just happen when i was drawing the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've uploaded them into my &lt;a href="http://olihuas.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;too, but they are only the JPEG. i couldn't upload the GIF animation, so you are seeing more here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TG_31bphevI/AAAAAAAADYk/sPef-o4LNqY/s1600/home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TG_31bphevI/AAAAAAAADYk/sPef-o4LNqY/s640/home.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Home page Design&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Portfolio.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/Portfolio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portfolio page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you find this page more plain and not in sync with other pages?&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Porfile.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/Porfile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Profile page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the colours in the GIF is slightly off, esp the yellow they look mustard here.&lt;br /&gt;this is my least like page.&lt;br /&gt;it looks like it lack of something.... but ahhh heck, i was too lazy to edit it further.&lt;br /&gt;plus plus, i am running short of time.&lt;br /&gt;the navigation buttons can be further improve.&lt;br /&gt;i find them quite badly done. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aboutme.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/Aboutme.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About me page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the final page.&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice a jump in the animation?&lt;br /&gt;that is because there is a differences in the text arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;there is a flaw in the header " About Me"&lt;br /&gt;it was drawn free hand with my newly bought Wacom&lt;br /&gt;the lines are wavy ;s&lt;br /&gt;i only realise it after i export them as JPEG.&lt;br /&gt;and again, i was too lazy to go back to edit.&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/?action=view&amp;amp;current=charactersanimation.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm286/aiviloant/charactersanimation.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the characters i design for this web page. i didn't use all though.&lt;br /&gt;most of the character are drawn in sketch book.&lt;br /&gt;i got them scanned in to my computer, trace &amp;amp; colour them in Illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;then i bring them all over to Photoshop and piece everything together.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5343991346483508597-9164165198115730744?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/9164165198115730744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/9164165198115730744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-done-with-my-web-design.html' title='&lt;u&gt; finally done with my web design &lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TG_31bphevI/AAAAAAAADYk/sPef-o4LNqY/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-345650792680530569</id><published>2010-08-20T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:06:45.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'> i'm back </title><content type='html'>just came back from Swing for Charity dinner. met up with a group i haven't seen for a long long while. after the dinner this sudden loneliness hit me as we depart. i just feel like a bastard. on the usual days, i don't talk/chat/ meet up with them or what so ever. then because of today of the FOC dinner and i was invited then i went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way therer, i was really looking forward to meet the group because i really haven't seen them for so long. during and throughout the dinner, i couldn't help but feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i wish i hadn't went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how or where to start a conversation... this always happen when i am with them. just.... awkward. like the level of their understanding and my mine is so different. they seems to know so much that make me feel shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reflect on my walk with God, i know i have back slided. in the past when i was walking close with God, on the days when i feel 'low', no matter how 'low' i felt i know there is someone i can fall back on. But now, i just &amp;nbsp;feel like a dog chasing my tail in circle....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-345650792680530569?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/345650792680530569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/345650792680530569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back.html' title='&lt;u&gt; i&apos;m back &lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1414160560523727883</id><published>2010-08-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:00:24.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'> hello Sista </title><content type='html'>instead of Miss, Madam or sometimes, Aunty. Most of the bagala address me as 'sista'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30am today and went to polyclinic for my follow up check. the waiting hours nearly cooked me to death inside. at first i was blog surfing with my Lg phone, then i got tired and i slept in the most unsightly way ever. i had my head hung down &amp;amp; swaying from left to right (perfectly normal) but i don't know why at some point of time my head toss back by itself. sound like my head had not been just swaying from left to right, it had been circulating in circles!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet up with my FYPeas in the afternoon and it was so unfruitful. i got really really tired by then. FROM WHAT? i don't understand myself either. i hadn't done anything physical straining the entire morning and i feel tired?? ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happen to my youthfulness? all the energy and spirit? what happen to all the nights that i can go without sleep? WHAT HAPPEN?! i'm pretty mad at myself for feeling so&amp;nbsp;lethargic all day long. such a negative spirit. i am still young!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in front of the computer for too long. i am starting to think that my inner self is actually a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1414160560523727883?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1414160560523727883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1414160560523727883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-sista.html' title='&lt;u&gt; hello Sista &lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-740444572363033796</id><published>2010-08-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T06:05:07.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accustom</title><content type='html'>exhaustion&amp;nbsp;is nothing new to me, something which i start and end my day with. it feel like some kind of illness, it make things around all seem so unattractive. food don't look or taste as&amp;nbsp;appetizing, even my eye candy in school don't&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;psych me up like it use to. &lt;b&gt;FYI&lt;/b&gt;, my eye candy &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a 100% guy. i had to make this declaration because i get teased by friends thinking i'm a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at all the sexes in this world. In RP, i feel that generally all the girls dress better comparing to the guys and some, i find their dressing pretty interesting.... girls are funny and weird, because we got too many options and no boundaries to what we can't wear. we wear everything from A- Z! &lt;b&gt;FYIIIIIIII&lt;/b&gt;, my most love sexes i love to look at are the ones who can't decide to circle F or M on the application form, end up circling the ( / ) . they are the most interesting creatures to me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what i'm trying to imply here is, i learn from the girls around me. thumbs up for the fashionista in my school and secretly feel a little sad for those try-too-hard-fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum serve me a bowl of yong toufu for dinner, i gobble down the whole bowl but i wasn't hungry. the worst thing is i am on a carb diet and my mum cooked my favorite Dong Fan (transparent tasteless noodle) which i couldn't resist not to take! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum, pls help me to slim down and don't cook my favorite dish please, especially at this hour (8.50pm) because it is fattening to eat at this hour. anyhow, i broke my carb taboo for lunch today too. the sauce just go so well with the rice so i finished all the sauce-stain-rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilty guilty guilty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-740444572363033796?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/740444572363033796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/740444572363033796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/accustom.html' title='&lt;u&gt;Accustom&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7153059886734301557</id><published>2010-08-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:47:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TF16d8DZmrI/AAAAAAAADYM/V21gPFUKDjw/s1600/3030700073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TF16d8DZmrI/AAAAAAAADYM/V21gPFUKDjw/s320/3030700073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;with this exact same pair i posted on my previous post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Vivienne-Westwood-For-Melissa/Vivienne-Westwood-Anglomania-For-Melissa-Marble-Wing-Platform-Shoe/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=857425&amp;amp;SearchQuery=westwood%20melissa&amp;amp;sh=0&amp;amp;pge=0&amp;amp;pgesize=20&amp;amp;sort=-1&amp;amp;clr=White"&gt;(ASOS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so pretty ~~~~~~ after clicking on the &lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Vivienne-Westwood-For-Melissa/Vivienne-Westwood-Anglomania-For-Melissa-Marble-Wing-Platform-Shoe/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=857425&amp;amp;SearchQuery=westwood%20melissa&amp;amp;sh=0&amp;amp;pge=0&amp;amp;pgesize=20&amp;amp;sort=-1&amp;amp;clr=White"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;makes me even more want to OWN IT (click on the 360 view)! omg man! just by looking at this picture make my heart fly with excitement, i think if i wear it i'll fly to moon to meet unlce moon. ahhhhh, but can you just look at the price tag? so expensive..... why can't china&amp;nbsp;plagiaries&amp;nbsp;something like this and sell it in Bugis? HAAAAAA, i'm just kidding. No i am not, i really wish they do. but no, even if Bugis really sell it, i don't think i will dare to wear it because i'll be&amp;nbsp;embarrass&amp;nbsp;to wear the imitation. but what if china make it like a 'A' class imitation and it look 99% like the real one? hmmmmmmmmmmm......maybe........i think.....I WILL BUY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH! aiyaaaaa, i'm really in love with this awesome pair.... (***heart melt***)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;can some one buy me this for my 21st? &amp;nbsp;* GRIN* i am wearing UK size 6.5 and EUR size 39.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7153059886734301557?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7153059886734301557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7153059886734301557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-really-in-love.html' title='&lt;u&gt;I am really in love&lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TF16d8DZmrI/AAAAAAAADYM/V21gPFUKDjw/s72-c/3030700073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7286524471925474907</id><published>2010-08-05T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:33:19.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Another Friday i skip school </title><content type='html'>The start of this week i've been feeling tired all the way till today (friday), shiok not. One major reason cause for this tiredness is most probably, have to be - work. full time student on the weekday, full day work on both weekends. Not a single day to breathe~~~~~~~~~~&lt;i&gt; must psycho myself abit for the sake of being able to buy the things i want&lt;/i&gt;... HANG ON~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i'm beunoing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'll pass this semester? my grades like shit green, the red-late-indication floods everyday, every module. My Advisor told me "if you want to be a good designer, you need to&amp;nbsp;SACRIFICE your leisure over work" - iye-erk-gree.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when my friends paint the town red, i paint my room blue with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP pack this entire week, my 3 weeks of holiday is coming and my team have lots to catch up and things to be done. we are doing on a Light doodling stop motion we have posted up a few experiment videos in our FYProject blog @&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.kiasubuffet.com/"&gt;www.kiasubuffet.com&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;kiasu buffet was our previous idea but we scrap that idea and change to do Production instead. check it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I have been shopping for Footwear recently :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TFt5CBk8AUI/AAAAAAAADX0/Cf6KRYgMnN0/s1600/3030700073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TFt5CBk8AUI/AAAAAAAADX0/Cf6KRYgMnN0/s320/3030700073.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: #231f20; font-family: GothamRoundedBold; font-size: 33px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 33px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;MELISSA VIVIENNE WESTWOOD ANGLOMANIA + &lt;b&gt;MELISSA WING II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melissa.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;http://www.melissa.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a collaboration design, so pretty right! i will be so overjoy to own one! Is brand Melissa again, i remember way back in secondary school i posted about Melissa wedges &amp;amp; heels too. recently i bought 2 pairs of wedge from a &lt;a href="http://geliz.livejournal.com/"&gt;gelliz.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;- this is my first time shopping footwear online. hope the sizes i placed will fit cos i really love the shoes and it is so cheap comparing to the other blogshop. *fingers crossed* i bought Brinna black &amp;amp; Rayne black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also want another Sandal platform from Pedder Red which cost $80 :s. so expensive but i've been eying it for almost a year already and only saw it yesterday in the shop. BAHAHAHAHA. i really really want it. $80 man,.... my friend say is not worth the buy but i REALLY LOVE IT, i REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE IT! do i need to emphasis more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TFuAuWPtqaI/AAAAAAAADX8/h-iF_7ELqNo/s1600/womens_gladiator_sandals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TFuAuWPtqaI/AAAAAAAADX8/h-iF_7ELqNo/s320/womens_gladiator_sandals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i can't find the exact pictures of it, but it looks something like the one on the left just that the one i want is in platform in Pedder Red @$80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you happen to come across something like what i mention above, be it online or anywhere at a cheaper price please let me know!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;14August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i will be selling my 2nd stuff in Supper club flea market with Joey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know who will buy, because my items are definitely not comparable to the leading blogshop. i just want to get to get rid of all those clothes that i have not been wearing for year&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. they are all going to be less then $10, or $10? whatever la, just sell and at least earn my rental back and i'll be happy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was quite a night with my FYPeas. a friend, friend offer to drove us around to look for a dark spot for our production, because the darker the surrounding is, the better the result will be. he brought us to some&amp;nbsp;deserted&amp;nbsp;place in SG that i never knew of. a places for horses to roam in the day and the road driving up was littered with heaps of&amp;nbsp;feces, saw signs like " SLOW DOWN, HORSES CROSSING", "GO EXTREME SLOW, HORSES WALKING". interesting right?! i saw none of the horses though. only traces of their horseshoes prints in the mud and their trails of shit on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the photos taken are still with my friends, i'll definitely post up some of the photos when i got the photos. very interesting stuff. (insert cheeky expression)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7286524471925474907?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7286524471925474907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7286524471925474907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-friday-i-skip-school.html' title='&lt;u&gt; Another Friday i skip school &lt;/U&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TFt5CBk8AUI/AAAAAAAADX0/Cf6KRYgMnN0/s72-c/3030700073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1526331259677092215</id><published>2010-07-31T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:57:19.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today  </title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bus stop is alwys the first station of the day. it Is like the first place that i'll go, the starting point and the ending point of my day journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Feeling a little &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;xtyghkbv&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;because i see so many people all dressed up on a Sat ready to enjoy their weekend but i was in my uniform on my way to report for work. Sian la, of course. i keep telling myself, "Olivia, think of the of the beautiful numbers when your cheque come and &lt;b&gt;MAJOR FLEA-ING&lt;/b&gt; after that!" this is how i keep my mind my life alive when i feel&amp;nbsp;paralyzed&amp;nbsp;to work. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; 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text-align: center; white-space: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &apos;Helvetica Neue&apos;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=&quot;line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &apos;Helvetica Neue&apos;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3773858835008294871</id><published>2010-07-22T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:39:15.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Awesome weather</title><content type='html'>unlike the usual hot weather at 3pm, the weather now is quite chilling~cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have been shopping on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.solestruck.com/"&gt;http://www.solestruck.com&lt;/a&gt;, looking for a peep toe wedge. there is just too many pairs that i like but i'm restricted to only one. this is going to be my first $100 and above heel, i need to choose carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childhood talks on the bus with Jingru was great. our childhood have definitely&amp;nbsp;mold&amp;nbsp;us into who were are today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Thursday, normally the day before i'll have sleepless night burning mid night oil rushing my design. this week i choose to take the easy way, i choose leisure &amp;amp; sleep over stressing about my design homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had too much milk and&amp;nbsp;cereals, my face feel so bloated now. i went grocery shopping 2 days ago, i bought stuff that i really love and i really eat a lot.&amp;nbsp;i'm always the one who finish 80% of the cereal my mum bought so&amp;nbsp;it is only fair that now that i'm working i &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;top them up. judging by the rate i eat them, i finish one box of cereal in a day, i can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner with milk or without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to control my intake especially when it comes to my&amp;nbsp;favorite food. i must learn to eat In Moderation!!!! F- A - T!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have an Iphone, download Cookie Dozer, this game is so addictive! i just hate that the "cookie generator' take so long to create one cookie. okay la, is only 30 sec, but it seems so long. hahaha. i think cookie dozer is more fun then coin dozer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3773858835008294871?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3773858835008294871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3773858835008294871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/07/awesome-weather.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Awesome weather&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5943369723273056930</id><published>2010-07-19T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:11:03.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustafa experience</title><content type='html'>for the last weekend i was deployed from Marina Square to Mustafa instead because the sales was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa mustafa...&lt;br /&gt;where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;i was lost for the first day of work. that place is like a huge ants colony. ALOT ALOT of items not to mention the crowd too. i was trying to find my way round Mustafa my first day, i tell you, all the blocks look the same! the supervisor show me around like the staff entrance + the clock in area and my work station, they are at 2 different block. or was it the same? i seriously can't remember, just TIKAM laaaa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues now are all Indians. at first i thought i'll be left in one emo corner, i'm the 2nd chinese there apart from that guy selling china phone. but no. all the staff there are very friendly and funny. sometimes i might miss their joke but i'll just laugh along like i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way they work here is pretty laid back i'll say. at Marina square i need to do alot of Hard Selling to the customer, at Mustafa that is not the case. all i need to say is "Video very GOOD! Got MP3, RADIO, ALL HAVE! Camera very GOOD!!!" that is it! hhahahaha, that was what i was told to say by my Indian colleague! HAHAHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told me the more i talk the more they will ask, and most of them just enquire and not buying. keeping in mind that most of the customer there are foregin workers from India &amp;amp; Bangaladashi. english is not something that are very good at, simple yet precise words will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the counter that seperate me from the crowd, it can get really intimidating when a whole lot just crowd around the glass panel to look at the phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being there, i witness alot of their culture way in showing brotherly love towards each other. hold hands is nothing, hugging each other waist like how a couple will cuddle each other is common too. i am fine with that, the thing i can't stand was the part they adjust their discomfort in the crotch area right infront of you or sometimes scratching it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roll eye ball to the back of my socket, can't bare to see it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from their culture openness, i am cool with everything else. it is very easy to close sales in Mustafa, i sold 20 sets just on Sunday while 5 sets on Sat. ;) the promotion is ending.... means my contract is ending too. :( i like the pay, easy job where can i find promoter job like this again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-5943369723273056930?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5943369723273056930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5943369723273056930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/07/mustafa-experience.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mustafa experience&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7385904726225613374</id><published>2010-07-14T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:07:45.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>when i was on the bus, i was caught in the middle of this group of people. i was kinda sitting in between them. at the beginning i felt irritated when the&amp;nbsp;elderly on my left talked to the lady on my right, i was like thinking why would you want to sit so far apart to talk? i felt it&amp;nbsp;was a little inconsiderate because they were both raising their voice and i was caught in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only on the later part of the journey that i found out this group of people was link. they are sort of&amp;nbsp;a family. infront of me sat 2 kids that belongs to the women on my&amp;nbsp;right and the&amp;nbsp;elderly on my left is the grandparents because the kids&amp;nbsp;address them as "ah gong" &amp;amp; "popo". behind the 2 grandparents sat another 2 elderly couple. they were all chatting happily about their day, the whole conversation sound like&amp;nbsp;they just got picked up from the airport and probably and blahhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids were snapping photo of the grandparents,&amp;nbsp;they were all chatting and smiley.&amp;nbsp;the grandparents were the most chatty ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being among them i can feel the closeness of this family between the grandparents and the grandchildren.&amp;nbsp;they all seems&amp;nbsp;to enjoy one another companion so much, something that i thought&amp;nbsp;is going extinct in our society now.&amp;nbsp;the normal scenario&amp;nbsp;these days,&amp;nbsp;the elderly always look so grumpy and they are normally on their own. their conversation always sound a little depressing. even if they are out with their family, they look like a maid! carrying their grandchildern bags and look so wear out or just at the corner by themselves. like so poor thing. well, just my observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was staring at this elderly wrinkle skin. it reminds me of my&amp;nbsp;grandmother who i haven't seen for so long. i miss her wrinkled skin, i remember i used to touch her skin it felt so soft. i miss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you, but when i see a couple of elderly walking together my heart will go like "awwwwwwwwwwwww~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7385904726225613374?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7385904726225613374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7385904726225613374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandparents.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grandparents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1329924425062944131</id><published>2010-07-05T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:39:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; It is like a drug &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;i had a great fetish in snacking on nuts. NUTS! like almond,&amp;nbsp;cashew, pistachio, walnut, raisin.... NUTS! i know i swear to myself that i'll never touch Carmel Nuts ever again ever since i worked for them... but now i am hooked. every minute i'll think of it and WANT to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this nuts is nut expensive too. i can finish one pack within an hour. i eat it like a meal. this is nutty, i know, but it is like eating potato chips. even though you already feeling full, but something in it that makes you reach for another and another and another till you finish the entire pack. then you'll rub your stomach and whine for finishing everything and feeling guilty for eating so much. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i can't help it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;those nuts is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; addictive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh do you know the PT promoter job i am taking on is not even 1/2 tiring at all comparing to all the other jobs i've work before? i want to Thank God for locating me in this outlet, because everyone is so nice to the promoter, the people there is so friendly. best of all, i can do my homework there when there is not customer and play games all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to technology, Motorola came out with XT and Milestone which is equally compatible and competitive with iphone. this is what i play with from the start of work till i knock off. i surf net, play games, blogshop with this phone! once i travel around the world, i went to Tokyo Disneyland, i went to see the Great Wall of China, i went to hunt down&amp;nbsp;Eiffel tower and check out New York City with their in build GPS map powered by Google. the pictures are super clear! k la, not like you can zoom in till the extent that you can see the roots of the human hair. the most you can zoom in to is a view you'll see from about the 30th floor. not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, that is just something i do to pass time at work with the amazing phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be thinking i must be the promoter for Motorola, YOU ARE WRONG. i am the promoter for LG, i was hired to promote their Cookies series phone. they do have a life set which i can play with, however they didn't provide any SD card or SIM card. i can't access the net without a SIM, or play any music as demonstration how 'loud' it can go because there is no SD card inside. how dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that also explain why i don't play with the phone that i am suppose to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1329924425062944131?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1329924425062944131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1329924425062944131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-like-drug-i-had-great-fetish-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3540033518028411641</id><published>2010-07-01T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:53:03.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Quick update &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this morning when i wake up i wish i was a guy, because wearing a bra is troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my presentation really suck today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i contemplated going to school today&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i didn't do my work,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i did, actually... but not well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel&amp;nbsp;embarrass&amp;nbsp;to present them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway i turn up for class and my presentation lasted for only 5mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;preparing to get another C or D from faci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Design Studio, is only the module with the most work to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the only module i put in all my effort to do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet my bloody faci keep giving me a C!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;it is so damn&amp;nbsp;demoralizing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel entirely not myself today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not in a bad way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just not that chatty, not cranky either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more quite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after school i found out the answer to my qns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my DA YI MA (menses) is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realise there is a warning pattern before it come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll have 1 day of no break out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the following day&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ssss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;s, they will start popping out like some mob flash on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this period is the most depressing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hokay. i need to get to work on my UT design now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3540033518028411641?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3540033518028411641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3540033518028411641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-update-this-morning-when-i-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1107809295271624051</id><published>2010-06-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:58:56.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Shingz balls &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;scare the me out of me. i changed my laptop password today in class, just now when i tried to switch it on, I FORGOT THE NEW PASSWORD THAT I'VE CHANGE IT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my Mum's birthday and we had a little DIY BBQ right outside my house along the corridor. we use the normal aluminum tray as our pit, when the charcoal got hot, it burn a hole right through it! My mum save the pit by placing some tiles at the bottom to cover up the hole. pit saved, BBQ continue~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day. yes it is. but i did-no-work yesterday. this week i am PACK, with 3 Magazine cover idea sketching due on Thurs, as for my PD (portfolio) i need to churn out something for my advisor by Thurs, and Fri is my due date for my UT (understanding test) Magazine ad design. basically, i need to get most stuff done by Thurs. Tomorrow (Wed), i am meeting my FYP we are going out to do experiment which take place in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find time in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this week, i have decided to get my hair coloured maybe trim. k, i don't want to type already. the whole world is in the soccer frenzy. i seems like the only one not knowing what is going on. wellzzz. i donch caressss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TCoXS9ro-CI/AAAAAAAADW0/IfkJsLkBgts/s1600/Snapshot_20100629_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TCoXS9ro-CI/AAAAAAAADW0/IfkJsLkBgts/s320/Snapshot_20100629_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aiyoooooooooooo, just look at those dark circles! SO HUGE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that is not the purpose of this photo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am showing you the large patch of black that have grown out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1107809295271624051?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1107809295271624051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1107809295271624051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/06/shingz-balls-scare-me-out-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/TCoXS9ro-CI/AAAAAAAADW0/IfkJsLkBgts/s72-c/Snapshot_20100629_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8515922350215107291</id><published>2010-06-21T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:49:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; I blog most when i feel like i need to rant &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8515922350215107291?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8515922350215107291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8515922350215107291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-blog-most-when-i-feel-like-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2414876127639179949</id><published>2010-05-28T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:32:23.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday was&amp;nbsp;a deplete... &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;working in a temorary build up tent in a unpredictable weather is real bad. especially where we have clothes on hanger outside of the tent, when it rain kc and i just have to rush in between in bringing the rack in and cover the table of jewellery before the rain gets the better of it. in the short 5hr i think we go through this motion to and fro about 2 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside the drama when the rain comes, there is pretty nothing much to do. just laid back, do crowd watching and serve the few costumer that come. the caucasian women that hire us put it, "its something like a flea but a more high class one''. touting is not very ideal? i won't want to 'lay long' on top of my voice either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attica was a pretty dismay, i thought i'll enjoy, i thought we'll stay till the club close like the usual. no. my sis &amp;amp; friends went in @8pm where the OMG party start. by the time i went, they had already partied and the alcohol have set in and wear off. the side effect have kicked it, they are tired and want to go home. i went in for about less then an hour or just an hour and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, so sad isn't it? thankfully Vic work there, my entrance is free. otherwise i'll stranggle my sister for that. at least i get to see how Attica was like, my first time inside. not a very big place but they have A LOT of staff. A LOT.&amp;nbsp;hardly see any female staff, one at the entrance another i saw as a sercurity women and she is a old aunty. no kidding. i didn't even drink much, the vodka craneberry was diluted i wasn't even near high.&amp;nbsp;Oh~ the R&amp;amp;B Dj was cute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music is okay...but you know what, i just didn't drink enough. once you're high everything is good. ;) when we were about to left, we still have about half a jug of martel mixed vodka&amp;nbsp;with juice&amp;nbsp;my sis&amp;nbsp;made me&amp;nbsp;drink all. because of that i finally feel the kick of the alcohol, but we left! -.- i was walking around with only my eye area red, like a&amp;nbsp;odd looking masquer with golden hair&amp;nbsp;with asian eye. you know how ugly it is when a small eye went red, it looks swollen and ewwwwwwwwww. just imagine i smear pinkish red eye shadow on my entire eye area like some wayang monster basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after the supper at BK whoopper bar we cab home, the alcohol was still taking effect on me. a little light headed but concious. i tried to sleep with it but i was still having the adrenaline rush. toss and turn in a bit before i snooz out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share this link with you &lt;a href="http://adelinemai.com/photography/ive-got-the-blues/"&gt;http://adelinemai.com/photography/ive-got-the-blues/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that i'm looking at now. Just look at those natural blue eyes. so beatiful~&amp;nbsp;i like the guy with the emerald shade best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olihuas.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tumblr update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sorry for the spam in twitter. i was updating my tumblr of my sketches to show my progression for my advisor.&amp;nbsp;ahhhh~ i still owe my Thursday faci an Rj. hell to rj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2414876127639179949?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2414876127639179949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2414876127639179949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-was-deplete.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1421638777413422376</id><published>2010-05-26T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:23:29.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_0ggyewDrI/AAAAAAAADWQ/_r8wpA-wn6o/s1600/z1-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_0ggyewDrI/AAAAAAAADWQ/_r8wpA-wn6o/s640/z1-tile.jpg" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in procrastination of doing the &lt;i&gt;REAL&lt;/i&gt; work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want to write the report............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1421638777413422376?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1421638777413422376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1421638777413422376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-procrastination-of-doing-real-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_0ggyewDrI/AAAAAAAADWQ/_r8wpA-wn6o/s72-c/z1-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-4705552739568188148</id><published>2010-05-26T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:29:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Wed my Nes Day where else but home &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olihuas.com/"&gt;Tumblr update!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_z8FFSKvoI/AAAAAAAADWA/2H2DFdOTRZU/s1600/culture+poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_z8FFSKvoI/AAAAAAAADWA/2H2DFdOTRZU/s640/culture+poster.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olihuas.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just one poster that i have finally complete&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. i might rework it again along with the other works that i said i feel like reworking. for me, once i 'feel' that i have 'finally' complete one work, is like a rock that i've finally can put down. for the past 4 days i keep 'fan' over this poster. this is the exact same poster that my advisor comment it was too literal. :( &amp;nbsp;not well done enough. i feel that it is lacking of something. something,.....just something.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my advisor gave me a new idea and ask me to work on it. a way more better and interesting one i said. That- gimme me more time, if i got spare time i'll work on it on my on coming 2 weeks of holiday along with my new assignment to design for a series of collectors stamp. theme is based on Singapore of cozzzzzzzzzzzzxzxzxzxxxzzzz. they are all going into my portfolio, so gotta make it as polish as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning when i wake up, i hope i woke up in some nice hotel. just dreaming that i was on a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadly no, woke up in my room @3pm, now is almost 7pm and my day have JUST started. tomorrow is my Portfolio review 2! i got a lot of drawings and research to do, otherwise i'll die tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;just a quick update about yesterday-&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my friend ask us along for a short film screening @ old school. all the short films are done by foreign producer. that was an insight, for all the young aspiring film making ones like some of us. not me, i am not entire into it. but i don't mind being a part of the crew if chances come along. the process is long and tiring, but when you see your film on the screen and people actually appreciate it. you'll feel that your effort is paid off :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after, a group of us went Timber and sabotage Zec as the birthday boy. he was invited on stage to sing a song, Collide. which he gamely did with a lot of&amp;nbsp;enthusiasm. HAHAHAHAHHA! we all have a great laughed at our seats along with some beer, awesome thing crust pizza &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i super love thin crust pizza!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and jumbo wings. Great food, great entertainment. caught the last train &amp;amp; bus home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, come to think of it i think i was the one who &lt;i&gt;eventually&lt;/i&gt; sabo him on stage. we were all SMS-ing in our song dedication. so i send "Airplane by B.O.B from the Bithday boy". that was the when the lady goes &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"ohhhhh~ there is a birthday boy...blah blah blah...."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;before that the lady had already greeted us just as when we got seated cos we were the largest table there. she was asking if we were having some celebration and we joked it was Zech's brithday. :) get the story now? it was all a prank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k, got to do some work now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just a timely reminder for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eat only when you are hungry &amp;amp; eat MODESTLY. otherwise FAT face &amp;amp; FAT &lt;b&gt;everywhere&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_0EwmZStCI/AAAAAAAADWI/ZGDH1teu6xg/s1600/zmouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_0EwmZStCI/AAAAAAAADWI/ZGDH1teu6xg/s320/zmouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;://////re-edited.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5343991346483508597-4705552739568188148?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4705552739568188148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4705552739568188148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/wed-my-nes-day-where-else-but-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_z8FFSKvoI/AAAAAAAADWA/2H2DFdOTRZU/s72-c/culture+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3215712190210438577</id><published>2010-05-24T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:49:08.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Don't feel like doing anything now &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;do you know what suck? is when you put in so much effort into a design only to realise your concept and idea suck. this really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face really balls up today. i really don't know what is the reason for the swell, it's an on and off thing that happen frequently. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_pnIeUKPSI/AAAAAAAADV4/Si0svhBdacU/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_pnIeUKPSI/AAAAAAAADV4/Si0svhBdacU/s320/z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;roll on, merry round face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;i am sitting in the school library now after meeting my PD advisor. after talking to him i feel enlighten a little, because he helped me to identify my strength and weakness. i really needed to hear that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;i showed him the cultural poster i'm working on, feel weaken by his comment. "Too literal" he said. this itself makes me feel like&amp;nbsp;committing&amp;nbsp;suicide. when you get this kind of comment, it simply shout " YOU ARE NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH" yea, i know. my idea is very cliche. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;feel too weak now to complete my work. might just present whatever i have now. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;piss out. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3215712190210438577?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3215712190210438577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3215712190210438577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-feel-like-doing-anything-now-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S_pnIeUKPSI/AAAAAAAADV4/Si0svhBdacU/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6720830317725575788</id><published>2010-05-23T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:08:46.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Sunday is not the same again &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've not been going to church. can't wake up, this is my excuses. though each night before i sleep i told myself i must wake up for it. the following day i just give myself excuses and slept in. :( honestly i really want to turn my Sunday back like how it was in the past. where i meet my cell people, sitting together praise and worship God together. things changed. :( no effort from my side, only wishful thoughts. not enough. i really want Sunday to be like the same in the past.... when i'm typing this, i can picture Jing discouraging face and tell me this "talk only..." haaaa. yea... useless talk Olihua, like how you always say you want to be punctual for school. you may really have the heart of Wants to achieve it, but no effort and action seen. talk will only remain as talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun, the weather looks beautiful &amp;amp; sunny outside my window. here i am bother and being self absorb. self&amp;nbsp;conscious... my elder sister said i had a pear body, undeniably-yes i agree. i have realise this long long long time ago. pttfff. very&amp;nbsp;disappointing because she added in order to have a pear body it comes with a small boob and she go on and draw similarities between her best friend and me. both her best friend &amp;amp; i are small chested heavy bottom. this is the thing about being women, having a pear shaped body is bad because it makes you looks bulky and clumsy, above all- fashion like high waisted, tight jean/ skirts are a taboo to us. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;screw you pear body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only time that i wish my body proportion will switch, the small petite boob to the bottom and my humongous butt to my chest. having a bigger breast is better then having a bigger butt because at least you can &amp;nbsp;flaunt your big asset (cleavage), unlike a huge butt, you just want to hide it behind the cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo boo boooooo. give that a triple boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, there was once i went all &lt;i&gt;heck- care&lt;/i&gt; and went out with a high waisted vintage purple pants with a tuck in black spag &amp;amp; deck in heels waddle around Orchard in the broad daylight. yes i know, i'm crazy much. my huge ass is all out attention seeking. so huge that you can't possibly miss it especially that light purple pant simply emphasis it further more. haaaaaaaaa. I'M INSANE. come to think of it now, i petty all those that walked behind me &lt;i&gt;cos my unsightly huge ass have just turn their day green&lt;/i&gt;- Disgusted TTM (to the max).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, not sincerely. HA! that day i was really bother about this pear body thing. why a boobies gets a thumb up and a huge ass gets a kick out? like why can one flaunt a huge breast and feel proud and confident but a huge ass needs to feel&amp;nbsp;embarrass&amp;nbsp;about it- just because of the social&amp;nbsp;stereotype&amp;nbsp;and how the media portray what is sexy? so i took the dare and went out against the human perception of beauty. result? i don't know. HA. I-Don't- Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dare me again to wear the same outfit to Orchard, i might think twice now. told you, i was really out of mind that day. you can try getting me a little bit tipsy and try convincing me again to take the dare. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;;) i might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;even go bare. &lt;/span&gt;HA, joke. never in my conscious mind i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, that's all folks&lt;br /&gt;gotta get back to my design work&lt;br /&gt;more eye straining to do.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i don't know how many hours i spend doing my design, but i remember my vision went blurred before i knock out on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6720830317725575788?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6720830317725575788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6720830317725575788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday-is-not-same-again-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2192801574033025674</id><published>2010-05-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T07:28:41.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Tight &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up @ 3 plus in the afternoon today. if not for the call from Jing, i might sleep till 5!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up for 3hours, watch some TV show eat and 6pm already. 3 quarter of my day gone. Jing call and ask me out, but i rejected because i needed to work on my poster design. i feel bad for rejecting the outing, i never/ hardly reject any outing with friends. unless my circumstances don't allow. i am not talking about staying back home to study, but like i'm sick or i am going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... this annoying poster i am working for one of my module, Design studio. i really crack my brain on this Problem- "design a poster that reflects on cultural diversity and people of Singapore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first is the technology, i was thinking to draw it out on paper and get it scan and after trace it out with illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, very troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, go straight to the point, draw it out on illustrator. the problem is, IT IS SO HARD TO CONTROL YOUR STORKES WITH THE MOUSE! not even Wacom makes drawing easier. ptffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;my mum just came back with ta bao food from my grandmother's house. i am feeling very full to sit down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gave some thoughts to my future career and the me in the near future. i am sort of complaining for having to sit and arching my back, spending long hours over the computer. frowning and stressing over my design/ concept/ ideas, whether or not my design convey the message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to eat walnuts to clam my stress down and balance the bitter taste out with raisin. soon you'll realise too much sweetness from the raisin makes you gag. i'll eat walnut to 'remove' the sweet taste and the cycle continues till my stomach is filled with walnuts and raisins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why walnut you may ask, it was a coincident. i was working on my design and felt so stress and feel like taking it out on food. something hard like biscuits? on a second thought binge on biscuits is fattening. i found some walnuts on the table and thought they have the same hard&amp;nbsp;properties. and wowlaaaaa~ experiment succeed. walnuts did effectively and almost instantly remove those stressing brows on my forehead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relax enough, i need to get back to work.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time IS running &lt;i&gt;OUT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2192801574033025674?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2192801574033025674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2192801574033025674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/tight-woke-up-3-plus-in-afternoon-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-4625297380928800081</id><published>2010-05-18T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:03:11.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Woohooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i don't know what to title)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't really want to talk about my FYP. feel like hiding my head under the water and go for a swim &amp;nbsp;for awhile before facing all the &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;banana apple orange mango pineapple&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt; again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scratch that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just done updating &lt;a href="http://www.olihuas.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;my Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with 2 poster i've done. not satisfied with both my works.... i'll rework on the UT poster again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;warning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; both poster are very LOADED, might &lt;b&gt;cause headach&lt;/b&gt;e after/ during viewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like the noise that is happening now around my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;music &amp;amp; noise coming from this group of boys doing B-boying at the deck,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cracking sound from the mechanics at the fitness corner,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;favorite hangout for the healthy-elderly-wannabes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is music from my radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some random barking from the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the weather is totally cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my feet feels cold on the marble titles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though my head is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somewhere at the back of my mind i'm worried about my FYP &amp;amp; PD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayeh, just don't want to think about it now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;roll on cheese buns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-4625297380928800081?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4625297380928800081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4625297380928800081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/woohooooo-i-dont-know-what-to-title-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5187480427541404886</id><published>2010-05-13T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:15:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Oh no, my high fever killed Thinking Cells &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today in class i don't seems to be able to visualize a thing. we were doing perspective &amp;amp; figure drawing today. we were to think of a posture and draw. this isn't hard isn't it? but i can't seem to work my brain to visualize it. :(&lt;br /&gt;highly suspect my high fever yesterday night kills many good cells. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still sick since last Sat, Sunday morning i woke up i feel weak, feverish, giddy, cold...for the entire Mother's Day i spent it on my bed. Most to most, i wake up for 5mins to eat some medication then went back to sleep again. My most&amp;nbsp;tormenting day since the last time i fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now still under medication to suppress my fever,&amp;nbsp;develop a cough now, hurt my throat from coughing too hard. Took so much medication today that is enough to make me drowsy. i fell asleep half way when my Faci was showing us a tutorial video on how to draw perspective figures. i drifted in and out of dreams in the mid of of my UT (understanding test). i can't stay awake! i finished my paper of course, passing it is another question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-5187480427541404886?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5187480427541404886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5187480427541404886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-no-my-high-fever-killed-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-688347981451862262</id><published>2010-05-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:09:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; No matter what, Mum is still the best &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;talk about mum, Mothers' Day is approaching isn't it? i would love to bring her out for a dinner, bet all the restaurant will jack up their price on this season. plus, i am not working now, my wallet feel so blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my sister called us (siblings) home for some 'emergency' meeting. aiya chey, nothing really mind blowing. my mum and sister went to see the lawyer yesterday, my mum &lt;b&gt;Finally&lt;/b&gt; decided to file a divorce with my dad. my sister want to hear from us, how we feel and all. i was chilled, even my sister was surprised about my cooled appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually while i'm on my way home i had mentally prepared myself by praying and ask God to help me to accept whatever the outcome is and look on the brighter side. like i get to move to a new house/ environment.. i get a new room..etc- this kinda excites me somehow. over the years people with eyes in the family can see and somewhat expected this day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in the past when my mum broke out that she wanted to get a divorce i felt devastated. i seems to be the most affected one then. ever since then i have been thinking about the pros and cons and learn that my mum need her freedom too. freedom from this torturing thought that her husband is out there to be with someone then coming home to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had get over the hatred towards my dad. he hadn't intervene my life much in my upbringing years. except you are talking about all those years of lashing we sisters used to get from him. good memories that i had with my dad are few and nostalgic. back when we were younger my dad would bring the family at least once in the week for a swim, and he was the one who encouraged and taught us how to swim. i loved the times when he drove us around for a spin after dinner. he likes to bring us to the jetty and enjoy the night&amp;nbsp;breeze which always stunk of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will also remember the first Happy brithday sms i received from him on my 19th birthday. it may seems nothing amazing to you, but he NEVER sent it before, so that sms to me, was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets me all brawling in tears now. how silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this issue will probably takes a few months before everyone get settled down and move on to a new location. this house that i'm staying will be even out between my parents. till then, many paperworks needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am graduating in the months to come, this means i am out to work after that. then, i'll be helping to pay the home bills.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;blues....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;more blues....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to shop freely...! i can imagine myself coming home and frown at the bills my mum thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blues....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;more more more blues....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think on any brighter side when i think of this. i can only tell myself to PRAY MORE that things will not turn out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i am strong and i am always okay :)&lt;br /&gt;good day.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-688347981451862262?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/688347981451862262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/688347981451862262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-matter-what-mum-is-still-best-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6842814879140733790</id><published>2010-04-29T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:04:56.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;MY READS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_498723426"&gt;http://www.thestylerookie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_498723426"&gt;http://popcultureafternoon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_498723426"&gt;http://www.fashiontoast.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_498723426"&gt;http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_498723426"&gt;http://www.chictopia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/"&gt;http://lookbook.nu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel like studying Fashion after i graduate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6842814879140733790?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6842814879140733790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6842814879140733790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-reads-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3068547062716415274</id><published>2010-04-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:21:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; AUDI IS HAVING A FASHION SHOW HERE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didn't quite catch the information though, i'll love to be there if i got the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain choose to come in the afternoon which is perfectly good because it cools down the hot afternoon. i wore a jean jacket i was so afraid i'll be boiled in it, thank goodness the rain came. the jacket keeps me warm instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet is so smelly that it is almost revolting and i am too lazy to move my ass up to wash. haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a days when i see my FYP teammates my brain will auto switch on the FYP channel, my topics never seems to stray from FYP. i think i am overwhelmed with FYP anxiety that me-brain-just-can't-chill-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my menses is coming. you know sometimes you can tell from some pre-signs. for me i'll either feel ever hungry, or ever hungry but after a few mouth of food i'll not want to eat anymore. or i'll get random feeling of disgust, or feeling tired easily. the bloated stomach, a sudden pump up of my xiao long bao, i'll have water retention face for 24hr. i'll also have cramps and random contraction pain. this is one definite warning sign that Miss period is coming in a week time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zech told me that he is losing weight again and he is worried about it. i just look at him and i told him "&lt;i&gt;i'll be very happy if i does!&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;nbsp;i feel really ashame of myself being a girl among the boys. most of them are skinner then me! :( they can eat a gallon of food yet still so skinny, but they balance it out with hours pumping muscles in the gym. unlike me, i eat a lot and unbalance it by sitting hours on the chair building fats on my lower body.&lt;br /&gt;then here i am proofing myself right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am physically lazy but i am always mentally active picturing myself running, bouncing my obese butt and pork thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was at Bugis library working on my PD after FYP meeting. i openly commented one girl who got a malay-chinese mixed look, looks pretty and my friend ask if i am lesbian. -.- i was surprised that he ask me, yet on the other hand i think he just want to reconfirm. i rarely openly comment on any cute guys i see. not in school definitely, i hardly spot any! or rather, guys that dress in style are rarity in my school. i find that a guy who takes care of his look catches my attention. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion is like a drug, it is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been flea-ing for so long. :(&lt;br /&gt;it should be at least once in a month if i am working. i still remember when i was still working @789 i flea every alternate week in a month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of working is tiring enough.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i am done chanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3068547062716415274?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3068547062716415274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3068547062716415274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/audi-is-having-fashion-show-here-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1701901014547262449</id><published>2010-04-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:43:08.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kiasubuffet.tumblr.com/"&gt;KIASU BUFFET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/5343991346483508597-1701901014547262449?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1701901014547262449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1701901014547262449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiasu-buffet.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1273847918714327672</id><published>2010-04-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:40:24.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Humdrum NOT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;consequences for slacking through my year 2 is catching up on me this year! because this is my last year suddenly i realize how much criteria i've not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Portfolio Development (PD) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;i'm still working on the first project out of the 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYP- final year project, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;currently very busy with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;completion of CE point (something like CCA points) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;which i still need 20 plus more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had FYP meeting almost everyday once we start the discussion. to the extend now i feel a little energy drain from the amount of research to do, worst part is when you can't seems to find what you want.&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portfolio how? :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that one i am even more disappointed to move on. second review for our PD is coming, i have to rush something out otherwise it'll be so embarrassing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My CE points i really don't know how to tackle it. i could go for CE talk but i'll feel oblige to sit in there. i feel that it is a waste of time. for the sake of graduation, i have to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lola roll day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1273847918714327672?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1273847918714327672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1273847918714327672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/humdrum-not-consequences-for-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-9077612687833900983</id><published>2010-04-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:56:13.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; i wanna be a&amp;nbsp;billionaire so freaking bad &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;overslept today and have 2 day off from school. i only woke up at 10.30am figure out by the time i get prepared and made it to school. i'll probably sit for 1hour and homed so i decided to make my day home useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;my day at home is well spent, not really efficient but at least i got some stuff checked. i made a very ambitious To-do-list which i named 'Thursday Overslept To-do-list'. i listed 8 things to be done. 3 very important stuffs and 5 not really important stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here is the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;FYP research&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;do my PD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;study the graphic book i borrowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fold my clothes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;spare time, complete reading my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;take picture of my sneaker, sell it, send them to kc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;blog :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;hang the laundry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;highlighted ones are the most important ones and those strike off ones are the ones i managed to accomplished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yesterday i was very angry. let's call this guy Aid, i had enough of him setting us (Vin and i) as a scapegoat for him. i got a ear full of scream from Yusop because of Aid irresponsibility, when i am not even at fault! the worst thing is he get away from it by sending us forth to bare the&amp;nbsp;consequences!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i had no choice but to left my FYP meeting and go home to get my hard disk and travel down to Tanjong pagar and pass the videos to Yusop.&amp;nbsp;My anger faded turn into fear. i was scared to go there alone and get another round of lashing from Yusop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i was so very glad that Vin changed his check up appointment and went down with me. Unlike Aid he got away with some excuses again, cos&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;his is so important that he can't leav&lt;/i&gt;e. i was further lighten up on my way there knowing i won't be alone. whewwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;we were taken aback when of one the TA guy met us outside and the first thing he did was to apologize to us on behalf of Yusop! he was kind of like on our side, he even spoke up for me. He was understanding enough that he knew it wasn't my fault at all, and i shouldn't even get the scolding. i feel so justified when he said that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yusop did came out at one point of time but was being&amp;nbsp;signaled away by the guy, in a gesture that say 'i'll talk to them'. he felt unjustified for us because he know we aren't the ones to be blame. i didn't manage to get his name since the first day so the nameless guy here i am referring to, is Him, Him who helped us. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*in the entire context WE refer only to Vin &amp;amp; i*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh the well, this collaboration thing have ended rather unpleasantly, thanks to Aid. time to sleep now or i'll miss school again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;good day guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-9077612687833900983?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/9077612687833900983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/9077612687833900983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanna-be-so-freaking-bad-overslept.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1265025004846912162</id><published>2010-04-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:46:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Oh Sunday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suppose to be in church at 10am today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up at 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suppose to meet my friends at 12pm today&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i woke up at 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is one of my primary school friend birthday we had a short lunch celebration with him before he need to go home to pack his stuff to book into camp tonight and to meet his parents for dinner. the rest of us wandered around Bugis for awhile before the rest went home. i met my sister, niece and mum for part 2 in Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a overdose of Alive bars (5/6 bars) and regret the 4 chocolate i took later in the night. i only took the chocolates because my sis insisted me too. now my throat hurts....................................... we girls often regret on the food we eat when we think about the 'Fat' factor. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shat, i just remember i haven't do my Rj for last friday! SHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kinda grumpy/ moody today. didn't feel like talking much. my throat seems to dry up so fast no matter how much water i drown. ahhhhhhhhh fish pond fish stick FISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Apple Toffee Cider is nice. you should try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1265025004846912162?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1265025004846912162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1265025004846912162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-sunday-suppose-to-be-in-church-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2815513979549656997</id><published>2010-04-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:25:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Feeling extremely tired today &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am still awake at this hour surfing lookbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my home today i met this classmate Ben on the bus, we are in the same team for today. all of us have been teasing him the whole time. he is this little nerd boy who talks a little too much, and i can see his effort in creating &lt;i&gt;'jokes'&lt;/i&gt;. on the later part of the day, i got too tired- suddenly, mind drifting away and ready to black out any time during presentation. today's module is called "Persuasion" what the HUH man. all about talking-it-out. i hate this kind of module.i rather get involve on building a model, designing some stuff etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owtta wells~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on Ben, he is one boy that i thought is intriguing to me. &lt;i&gt;disclaimer: not that i like him&lt;/i&gt;! just find him interesting. he'd been looking at Rolex website and even youtub-ing it, then found out that gold watch he's wearing, is, actually Rolex, won at a Chess competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got me more interested you see. judging the book by the cover, the nerd book cover,a nerd rich undercover! before i know he got the watch from a competition i thought he is some rich boy. i scan his outfit, which um speaks nothing like what a rich will wear? on the other hand, he could be too, the humble rich in disguise in cheap clothes. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, latter in the conversation he shared that he is a professional chess player, a National professional one okay. he started playing chess when he is 4! self driven passion he said without any coach. now he himself is a coach earning $30-$50 an hour dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned to get into a deep sleep on the bus, good thing i met him and kept me interested. hahaha. he only shared so much was because i fired question at him like a paparazzi. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very impressive don't you think? not my firing questions skills at him, i meant Ben success at his age. i am if you're not. i belittled this boy ability. hohohoho. shame on me. he seems a little bit shy, some Courage and Self Confident jab will be good. not to forget some make over, he'll look &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;. didn't dare to use the word &lt;i&gt;'handsome&lt;/i&gt;' cos he got the really little primary school boy look. &lt;i&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am interested in Arts, my passion may be for the Arts but i am not self driven at the age 4 to get myself expose taking part in competition all over the world getting recognition in any way. ahhhh. some self reflection i evaluated after he alighted before i fall into a deep deep sleep till i reach interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hear the thunder roar, yessssss rain tonight. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of my new class so far is A-Okay. the atmosphere is kinda stale, not much laughter or chatters. only soft discussion within groups. i believe Time will rise up the clowns and dwarfs will join and soon my class will be like a circus soon. i hopeeeeeeeeee, so class will seems more interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: i suddenly remember the name i used to call Felicia, Licia and she will call me Lihua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2815513979549656997?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2815513979549656997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2815513979549656997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-extremely-tired-today-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6587659396293516867</id><published>2010-04-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:39:31.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;HELLO HOMERS!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;home from polyclinic. the first thing my mum can tell me is " there is a batch of washed laundry behind, hanged them" as curt as that she put. normally i play a deaf ear, hate it when she told me off like that when my sister is sitting next to her eating while watching tv! why must i be the one to do when i just came back and sister can sit there and watch tv?! ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shat, i lost my thoughts of what i want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my visit to the polyclinic of course! ha. this lady took my blood pressure test for me and i currently weigh 59.4 kg, standing at 1.63m, BMI 22.4 kg/m. (they all in decimal ok, this shows its accuracy.) i wasn't really shock that i'm weighing at 59 now. this just confirm that the weighing machine i had at home is spoiled. for the past few days i thought i only weigh 57!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sightttttt.&lt;br /&gt;long long long sighhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i am only 2kg away to my small tagert 55, now i got to lose 4.4kg to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 long hours of sitting it was finally my turn for consultation and i know why each patient took so long because apparently the lady doctor is not&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;with &amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;programme. i don't think her being elderly (judging from her lose skin on her bonny face) she is probably new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no much compliant except a tinny bit on the bill. freaking $70 dollars was only expecting a 50. being an adult (socially) is such an expense. inwardly i think i am still a kid. maybe is because my mum is still constantly nagging on me to do this and that, pack my room and constant reminders of my appointment- if i had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel my mum is the reason that makes me rebel. like the more she ask me to do this this this, the more i don't want too. i don't know, there is just some 'pride' inside me that i just want to retaliate then flow with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am left alone at home, i realise i actually do, do stuff on my own accord. like i'll suddenly pack up my messy table. see! i am automobile when i am left alone. haaaa. but it only comes after a long procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S8U7ykJ7HaI/AAAAAAAADVg/l3kpB4TqU6s/s1600/Snapshot_20100414_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S8U7ykJ7HaI/AAAAAAAADVg/l3kpB4TqU6s/s320/Snapshot_20100414_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S8U71QYP5EI/AAAAAAAADVo/SI2nKWUvVZw/s1600/Snapshot_20100414_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S8U71QYP5EI/AAAAAAAADVo/SI2nKWUvVZw/s320/Snapshot_20100414_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yooooooooooo check out my new colour! is like a copper blonde but i don't like to call it blonde. ash copper &amp;nbsp;is nicer :) because i don't want a blonde so don't too be too quick to call me a 'blonde wannabe ' or such. i wanted grey actually. i let my hairdresser choose the colour for me, i just let him do whatever he want. even the hair style he made almost all the decision. all i do is to Trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i bleached my yellow to yellowish blond, then i had 2 shades of high light and finally my base colour. i like how the high light blends. the only concern now is in the few months time, my black hair will be grown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the colour nonetheless, i know how you people will react when you see it. expecting a 'eek' 'aiyo' expression. is okay dearies, as long as i like i don't care about the respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a sudden huge change. from my dark black hair to something of the totally opposite you'll learn to adapt to it and Get-Use-To-It same do i. i need to get comfortable with my new hair colour too. the previous hair when i first get it done, i am not used to the red either. time will do the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at the salon this girl 22 (because she said so) beside was brands talking with my hairdresser. the whole conversation started when the hairdresser ask her to remove her Chanel diamond studded earring. i assume they are real because she claimed so. they talked about Chanel i don't know what series after series, say Gucci has the worst leather stuff but beautiful patent bags. talked about her mum buying her branded. Namely Chanel, Gucci and Hermes. WOWed, i just sat there listening while pretending to flip my magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some part of me feel incompetent because i can't afford to buy brands, and the knowledge &amp;amp; updates they have about the brands makes me feel shallow. i look at myself my entire outfit are cheap deals from flea market. in spite i love what i'm wearing a great deal alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me question will i one day be obsessed with brands? i know how those beautiful bags look in the glossy page, well some looks ug ahem.. ugly. maybe next time when i'm out in the working world, i'll eat my words back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll become a mad career women that sore for perfection in my work and physical outlook owning branded like the other socialites. collections after collection i will lay my hand on them. HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep dreaming Olihua, make it come to life please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6587659396293516867?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6587659396293516867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6587659396293516867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-homers-home-from-polyclinic.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S8U7ykJ7HaI/AAAAAAAADVg/l3kpB4TqU6s/s72-c/Snapshot_20100414_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2313318689293083416</id><published>2010-04-01T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:21:22.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; April Fool's day &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;well, today is the fool's day. so happy you foolssssss. hahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday some of friends were sharing their experience from Brisbane, is a learning trip for all DNM students. i wanted to go tooooooo, money not enough so i didn't go. well..back to their sharing. their sharing, above all the fun they have there, all the picturesque places they visited, the many towering and voluptuous women they seen, the school even gave them 200&amp;nbsp;Aussies&amp;nbsp;dollar to spend which all makes me very envied of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all the positive there is one negative touring in a foreign country (esp the ang moh's ground). they came almost close to get into a assault with this group of thugs while roaming around during their free time. you know, they are all about &lt;i&gt;"this is a free speech country"&lt;/i&gt;, this one thug just go "f* you&amp;nbsp;Asian". my friends obviously is not up to match just by the physique so the best solution was to walked away-humiliated. hahahahhaa! it makes me laugh but is true. even when i ask him how about the 'chicks' there? he said they are all 'big breast' and way way way too tall, though he admit it is quite 'exciting' at first but just get sick of it. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;, still prefer the&amp;nbsp;Asian&amp;nbsp;girls. HAHAHAHHAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism is quite a bad thing there i guess. my friend also share with me about his friend, this&amp;nbsp;Malay&amp;nbsp;girl who is pursuing her degree there- someone threw a rotten egg at her when she walking on the street. gasp! i do want to further my studies oversea too, but i don't want to outcast and being bullied there. fully aware that i look truly&amp;nbsp;Asian, flat nose small eye and petite ( in comparison to the&amp;nbsp;Caucasian). i am sure i'll be the easy an target on the street. *GULP* swallow hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can't get into the local U and i feel i won't get anywhere EXTRAordinary apart from the cert? i always fancy street art eg: Graffiti-which is not legal here. you may say Skate Park, i thought that was the only place where graffiti is legal till a friend told me otherwise? i don't know, nothing seems legal here. we (Singapore) are pretty 'conservative' in a way? yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want/ wish to get a hands on one day. drawing out the design on paper is entirely different when you spray it. oversea studies seems more daring and liberal there (in terms of their artistic manner). at least this is how i perceive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then&lt;br /&gt;goody oody foollie day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2313318689293083416?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2313318689293083416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2313318689293083416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-day-well-today-is-fools-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1821874404216489802</id><published>2010-03-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:07:22.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh my Olihua &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just check my GPA for my last sem, that is the most disgusting&amp;nbsp;score ever! olihua ah olihua, my lateness is reflected badly in my grades. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;argghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've known this and could have done something to my puncuality........................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Regret is the worst feeling ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;met my Skyway for our instructors' class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and night, we celebrate this month brithday babies :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which surprisingly they throw in a belated birhtday celebration for me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you guys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now ready for the whinninggggg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are you ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD! read on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CAN'T SUCK IN MY CHEEK NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BECAUSE IF I DO, THOSE FATTY CHEEK I SUCK IN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WILL TRIGGER THE SOUR PAIN SENSATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN MY WISDOM TOOTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CAN'T REALLY EAT HARD STUFF EITHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN LA, BUT MUST BE CAREFUL WHEN I DO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS MORNING I HAD NATURE VALLEY (granola bar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ONE OF THE HARD CHUNK TUMBLE TO THE BACK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND I BITE ON IT IN MY WISDOM TOOTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PAAAAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Wisdom Tooth Are Very Wise Indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He Is The&amp;nbsp;Wise Man&amp;nbsp;Of Slow Torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i must sleep because church tomorrow morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good good day people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1821874404216489802?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1821874404216489802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1821874404216489802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-olihua-just-check-my-gpa-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6248045946831063467</id><published>2010-03-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:30:26.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I got a WISDOM TOOTH! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;back when i'm a kid, i thought wisdom tooth were only&amp;nbsp;for the brainy ones. now i take this and comfort myself that i am finally having a wisdom tooth because i am growing too smart up there&amp;nbsp;and my ever expanding wisdom need to show it out. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, i really din want a Wisdom tooth. apart from the pain...i am thinking about the cost to pluck it out. Jing told me it will be around 500-700. i wonder who is going to pay for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really want to get a new phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had the entire $4 worth of rojak to myself for dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think holiday is good because it wind down the speed and makes you reflect on the minor, major and overlooked issues/ things/ people, EVERYTHING that you have miss out on the normal days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i will not regret going cell all the time. frankly, there comes a time when i don't feel like going... yet every time i enjoyed my time there. be it big or small, i enjoy it all! :) especially for my cell- a uni sex. during worship session it feels like a mini choir, all the girls there can sing and it sounded nice. one way or another, God speak to me in many ways. tonight is through the one worship song we sang and physically me being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to&amp;nbsp;further my studies overseas! By God grace, i pray He will see me through my financial and bless me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is it like to be away from home in a foregin country for years? i wonder what kind of food will i be eating? will i cook or junk when i'm hungry? will i become skinner or fatter there? i wonder how will i survive there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. now i can't wait to go! oh and and and being overseas let say Australia there will be four seasons! how exciting that will be waking up in the morning one say and see the whole earth cover in white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the down side i got to make new friends, i don't want to stuck up in my room the entire time and turn into a nerd. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this is a post with other randoms with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cheers fella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6248045946831063467?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6248045946831063467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6248045946831063467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-wisdom-tooth-back-when-im-kid-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3269498949771511622</id><published>2010-03-25T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:06:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6ttWiM5HjI/AAAAAAAADVY/3K64Op5hUQY/s1600/ju+horizontal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6ttWiM5HjI/AAAAAAAADVY/3K64Op5hUQY/s640/ju+horizontal.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My Current Wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3269498949771511622?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3269498949771511622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3269498949771511622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-current-wallpaper.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6ttWiM5HjI/AAAAAAAADVY/3K64Op5hUQY/s72-c/ju+horizontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5374238319640782120</id><published>2010-03-23T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:13:25.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Give some thoughts? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was reading through &lt;a href="http://987rozz.wordpress.com/2010/02/03/this-lil-thing-they-call-friendship/"&gt;Rozz's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and came upon this entry on Friendship. it makes me think about A Group of Friendship that i felt have been.... forgotten? i don't know if everyone is choosing to close one eye and choose to move on. Me, on the other hand can't just sweep everything under the carpet and &amp;nbsp;walk over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've talk over it many times with a friend that care. still... it've been bothering me many times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;friendship is a two way stree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;t. and im sorry to break it to you but it requires ALOT OF EFFORT. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ts NOT the sort of thing you brush aside when you have a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; and then crawl back to when you experience a breakup. although friends SHOULD be there for you no matter what, you shouldnt be takin that privilege for granted. i cannot cannot stand people who are attached at the hip to their partners/spouses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HELLO. get your individuality back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-quote from Rozz blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;it remind me of the statement she question me. " i think you got issue with the ones with boyfriend". the answer is no, i am not. i am talking about friendship. it is sad when your friends get attached and all of a sudden you get shove aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yall know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;it will always be easy to say something in a fit of anger....probably regretting after that. no, that is not what i&amp;nbsp;intended. while.... i don't want to abuse the 2 words "forget it", because it don't solve things it comprises the issues more. which makes me feel even more suffocated inside.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*let out a big sight....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;my religious tell me to forgive like the Flanders family in Simpson. alright i shall then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;cheers people, i like what Rozz said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Get you individuality back".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6kexDqHaiI/AAAAAAAADVQ/OsMV71MfxNo/s1600-h/300-flanders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6kexDqHaiI/AAAAAAAADVQ/OsMV71MfxNo/s320/300-flanders.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ps:/ read this with an open mind people, give some thoughts to the quote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5343991346483508597-5374238319640782120?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5374238319640782120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5374238319640782120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-some-thoughts-i-was-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6kexDqHaiI/AAAAAAAADVQ/OsMV71MfxNo/s72-c/300-flanders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1779249046288480200</id><published>2010-03-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:38:57.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6i19ji26uI/AAAAAAAADVI/I9_nl3t2IgI/s1600-h/DSC00452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6i19ji26uI/AAAAAAAADVI/I9_nl3t2IgI/s640/DSC00452.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A view from camera view finder.&lt;/b&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/5343991346483508597-1779249046288480200?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1779249046288480200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1779249046288480200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/view-from-camera-view-finder.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6i19ji26uI/AAAAAAAADVI/I9_nl3t2IgI/s72-c/DSC00452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-595560997642165271</id><published>2010-03-22T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:16:22.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;3 new edited photo added. check it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olihuas.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;http://olihuas.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-595560997642165271?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/595560997642165271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/595560997642165271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-new-edited-photo-added.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6413709843736064413</id><published>2010-03-22T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:40:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Sulking a little, Pouting a little... &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;arghhhhh, my friend on random reminded me one of my oh-so-inappropriated&amp;nbsp;dressing on CNY. rights, i thought my gees wasn't so obvious... obviously not! my sheer slut short hem line dress, she through it all. ARGH! i swear i'll not wear those gees agian, esp when i'm out with her... :( &amp;nbsp;(they aren't comfortable anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhhh, how should i describe how i'm feeling right now? quite embarrass, quite ashame of myself for choosing that dress to wear on CNY. she is a friend that i am not really close with... she is someone i think not very good to keep my secret with. especially this gawking situation.... i don't think she'll ever forget... what i;m afraid more now is that she'll spill it to the boys... great. more teasing to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why olihua why... why do i always have such embarrassing moments? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? she remind me of yolanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing.... tsk. i am actually blushing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ssssssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6413709843736064413?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6413709843736064413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6413709843736064413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/sulking-little-pouting-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1660353888588653457</id><published>2010-03-21T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:34:17.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Monthly Crap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is the only time i want to be a guy. this month crap contraction is so bad, i feel like a pregnant lady. feel so crappy, and i look like crap today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been using Gatsby ever since i got a change in my hairstyle. my hair fall began to worry me a lot lately, especially those hair around the crown area ( where i pile most of the wax on). i fee like i am getting balding soon! so now, as much as possible i try not to wax my hair. i want them to breathe and grow healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much so, i still prefer the look after i style up my hair. without styling, my hair look like crap. the 2 shades highlight have now decolorize. my hair look totally unkempt which irritates me a lot. arghhhhh. i want to get it re highlight again maybe, thinking of changing a hairstyle again. will consult my hairstylist then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i highly suspect Gatsby is to be blame for my drama hair fall. i read up some forum and some guys in there share the same plight. i don't think i will condemn all hair wax, but for the sake of my hair &amp;amp; vain, i'll invest on a more expensive ones. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-because, seriously, my current hairstyle without styling- is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, high&amp;nbsp;maintenance... my hairstylist have warn me on the day when i got the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1660353888588653457?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1660353888588653457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1660353888588653457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/monthly-crap-this-is-only-time-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7851877561695830359</id><published>2010-03-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:56:38.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Thursday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i picked up a book from the library recently. i know, after so long i am reading again. it is weird that sometimes books makes me drowsy yet some books kept me captivated and wanting to finish it. if you are wondering what i'm reading now- "The Names My Sister Call Me" a novel about family &amp;amp; love relationship. i like the feeling when i got suck into the storyline. where the words get so descriptive that makes me fantasies about the place and looks of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even feel like i am in the character. this- i am reminded of one of my Module, Art of Story where we learn about 1st person view- where the story is being told by the narrator itself. eg: "i had an ice cream" instead of "Sally had an ice cream." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading a book or flipping through a magazine, relax... is something i haven't been doing for very long. i think i have been too caught up feeling tired for too long. See, that is why human needs Holiday. this holiday i got plenty of time. everyday i wake up having no fixed routine in plan, at the beginning of school break i wasn't accustom to it. now, heck, wake up as late as 4pm everyday, eat, slack, eat and ya, get fat. pretty comfortable in it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, i must stop the eating parting, major snacking to be accurate. i have gain enough weight over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh people! this sat is another round of Tanglin Flea Bazaar! lots of cheap digging!&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;you'll find something you like if you are willing to DIG! from 3-9pm, go or you'll wait for another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aites, good day, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7851877561695830359?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7851877561695830359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7851877561695830359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursday-i-picked-up-book-from-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-1910701508994772766</id><published>2010-03-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:48:48.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Bored, Unfruitful &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6DR5RlGhyI/AAAAAAAADUw/dWyZOlqNQYI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6DR5RlGhyI/AAAAAAAADUw/dWyZOlqNQYI/s640/Snapshot_20100317.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Purple Wed-Nes-Day &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6DVBJHYbJI/AAAAAAAADVA/YrBP-zqLo1w/s1600-h/spec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6DVBJHYbJI/AAAAAAAADVA/YrBP-zqLo1w/s400/spec.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my matching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; earring and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; top. TEEHEE~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;have been in the school lab for the past 3 days to do the post production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am still in the lab now @ 9.17pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;disappointedly, the iMac fail us again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the school just upgraded the Mac with Snow leopard&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and screw up all the programme in the com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mac is suppose to double the speed of the normal com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but the blood-it Mac take almost 3hrs to export &lt;b&gt;1 video&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3/4 of the day gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now waiting for the 2nd video to get exported.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;another wasted day waiting for the video to be exported&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i can do the editing in my com instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in between the time, i could have spend it more productively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;instead, i watch "I LOVE YOU MAN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;eat chicken chop with mashed potato with crisp veg with generous mayo and lemoned chillie sacue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then the rest of the time i spend in lab serving the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh, i finally met with my PD advisor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it wasn't that scary after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i keep imagining him scolding me and giving a lecture when i told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"i did nothing so far...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but no, he told me i don't have to feel so stress over the PD actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;do something simpler, like re-design a advertisement,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or a magazine spread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;play with the typography, he hint me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that-is-all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that is all he said, in total i need to come up with 5-8 work in my PD in order to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaa, do you know how those advise lighten me up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have been stressing all before that on what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;feeling so shitty when i got stuck on the illustrator because i don't understand the tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in the end, all the PD require is something so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they just want to see a various of works, don't have to be the fancy kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just enough to show that you are capable in using the different&amp;nbsp;programme....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i figure out staying Out of home is good.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1st-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it takes my mind away from snacking as and when i feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2nd-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it keeps me more happy without my mum constant rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;her daily rants makes me depress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i figure that she need to scream it out somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bottling inside her will soon turn her whole head white earlier then it should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on top of that, it is unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but sorry mum, i am not your douche bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i can't take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it makes me loss hair and go kuku~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sign off @ 9.48pm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in the lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-1910701508994772766?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1910701508994772766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/1910701508994772766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/bored-unfruitful-purple-wed-nes-day-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S6DR5RlGhyI/AAAAAAAADUw/dWyZOlqNQYI/s72-c/Snapshot_20100317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6403496332456776892</id><published>2010-03-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:02:32.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; The Billion Dollar Qns &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;" Why did you shave your hair?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;because i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5z6Ey2hQHI/AAAAAAAADUo/1tDnpi7JI9A/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100216_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5z6Ey2hQHI/AAAAAAAADUo/1tDnpi7JI9A/s320/Snapshot_20100216_11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;whenever i came back from my Popo's house i'll &lt;u&gt;always be overfed, never underfed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by the way, that is her motto. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i wore a high waisted pants out today, and the elastic band around the pant have&amp;nbsp;dissected my fats into 2 squeezing most of the fats to the bottom. damn -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(this will only happen to fat people.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;church today is kinda confusing, with 2 language flying in the hall at the same time because there is a translator and a foreign preacher. G12 is going to be as confusing and&amp;nbsp;hypnotizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;rain rain, rain the whole day. sunday have been tiring. why? maybe because i slept last night and woke up early today. *shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tomorrow is monday and kids will return to school and i, return to school as well for the post production. *yea i'm so happy that my toes hi-5*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;good day my fella~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6403496332456776892?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6403496332456776892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6403496332456776892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/billion-dollar-qns-why-did-you-shave.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5z6Ey2hQHI/AAAAAAAADUo/1tDnpi7JI9A/s72-c/Snapshot_20100216_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8782680605084533699</id><published>2010-03-13T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:42:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; I'm like a mother of 2 kids today &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my mum would call it a family day, but i'll say it was like a mother's day because, i'm out with my mom and in tow of 2 kids (my nieces). one is still a infant (Verlize) another young and full of energy ( Chevelle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i took turn to carry the infant which we carry it using a batik that sling across our chest. whenever i carry Verlize i get curious look from the passer by. they might think i am some "chao ah lian" that got&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;and become a young mother. who knows? HA! i got my eye liner on in tees and shorts (NOT ULTRA SHORTS) and flops. sound like some&amp;nbsp;stereotype&amp;nbsp;ah lian look already huh? well, one thing good is that when i board the bus people gave way to me and i got seat on the bus! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had been an experience being 'A Day Mother'. going out with my mother is quite&amp;nbsp;frustrating, cos she can't stop nagginggggggg and we'll end up bickering. i can't really talk now because i strain my vocal cords from raising my voice too-many-times. mostly from &lt;i&gt;yelling&lt;/i&gt; at Chevelle. &lt;i&gt;yelling&lt;/i&gt;- seems a bit too harsh, well more like &lt;i&gt;lecturing&lt;/i&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;@ work yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things got lighten up towards closing. everyone was more smiley and chatty. which is good, i like :) all thanks to this young couple who got high on alcohol and make out outside the toilet that become a topic among us. my friend came out from the toilet and threw a tissue at them and they still continue making out, to the extent that the guy had lifted up her shirt revealing her bra. but they didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were pretty cheeky sneaky. they came in a group of four, they make out when the other friends weren't around and stop once they are back.&amp;nbsp;it was like a free show for everyone, we just stood there and watch them kissy kissy for a very long long time. i guess alcohol make you feel like you're in France. (get the joke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i think i'm not the only one who HATE the bar manager! yesterday some senior staffs were bitching about him for lazing around the entire day not doing anything! HA! do you know how happy when i heard that? that shows that he got a 'hate group fan page' and &lt;i&gt;i'm in&lt;/i&gt;!!!!! WAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he came to me and ask me about the guest dj for the night. "i don't know" was my reply and he siad, "if i were to fire someone, you'll be the first i'll fire." he particularly like to come to me and test me anything from 'what is the house pour' to 'cover charge' to guest dj' to anything! once i failed to answer he will never fail to threaten to fire me. don't worry man, i'm leaving once i found another job. i hate this place as much as i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never gain my respect since the day i work. he is freaking MANAGER, but i never see him work. i wonder if he went to bed with the boss or drug him. ptff! thank God that the people there aren't blind to see that this freaking Bar Manager do nothing then just lazing and bossing people around. if only the boss can see that... the world will change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8782680605084533699?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8782680605084533699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8782680605084533699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-like-mother-of-2-kids-today-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-9145436396490251140</id><published>2010-03-11T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:14:59.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt; Enough of donkeys and hee horrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLIHUA!!!!! what are you going to do for your PD?!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to do graphic design for advertisement, the question is- "which/ what advertisement? for who?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wasted so much time each day doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hey friends! you can actually do me some help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ASKING ME TO DESIGN SOMETHING FOR YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A) poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B) laptop skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C) wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D) iphone cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E) iphone wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;F) cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;G) prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i do filming &amp;amp; photography as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;so if you need a photographer you can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ASK ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;or you have a story in mind, and you want to film it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ASK ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;since it is your story line, you do the directing, i'll do the filming ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;just ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;anything!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5343991346483508597-9145436396490251140?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/9145436396490251140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/9145436396490251140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/enough-of-donkeys-and-hee-horrr-olihua.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7896346215872268640</id><published>2010-03-10T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:13:59.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Here is what i ze foundz today &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5fEGngxfRI/AAAAAAAADUg/pdjkx63txCI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100311_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5fEGngxfRI/AAAAAAAADUg/pdjkx63txCI/s320/Snapshot_20100311_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this coloured rings are gift from my grandmother! awesome cute~ it was an impromptu trip to grandma's house. i was hoping to source some vintage old buttons from grandma's buttons collection. sadly, many were thrown or given away. still, the trip is worth it, cos i got thiz ringzx!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7896346215872268640?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7896346215872268640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7896346215872268640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-is-what-i-ze-foundz-today-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5fEGngxfRI/AAAAAAAADUg/pdjkx63txCI/s72-c/Snapshot_20100311_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-4710247504289010790</id><published>2010-03-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:49:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt; Budget buy, very good buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in the past few days, i've been to 1 Flea Bazzar and visited one of the Thrift store. guess what i found? i got a blazer for only $1 and another blazer with big bling gem buttons and fringed hem line blazer for only $5? awesome find, awesome buy! i got myself 2 pastel coloured high high waist pants in blue and purple. i love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flipped through the magazine and found a look that i want to try out. something like a quarter folded up jean/ pant with pointed-toe heel and ankle sock. HA. i want to try this look. the top, maybe with a blazer, or a spag? i thought pairing with a suspender would look fun too. but too bad, i don't have one, i'll see about that :) cheese~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the pass flea that i've been to, these flea they mainly sell 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 10th hand items. you can find stuff that look like it have been hiding in your grandma closet. best of all, they are real damn cheap! the first Bazzar i spend only $9 and i bought 2&amp;nbsp;accessories, 3 blazer 2 pants, 1 purse, 1 old jean and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past fleas (selling mainly Blogshop stuff) that i went on an average i spend about $120 in one flea, with about 12 items. to break it down, one item is about $10. more fashionable, more design stuff compare to Bazzar and Thrift store. then again, it is more surprising to shop in Bazzar and Thrif store :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh yea, yesterday i also bought some gems &amp;amp; buttons for DIY. :) pictures once done ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-4710247504289010790?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4710247504289010790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4710247504289010790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/budget-buy-very-good-buy-in-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6775120669836526044</id><published>2010-03-07T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:09:37.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; I refuse to be understanding&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at this point of time i am not sure who am i more angry with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom or sister (elder)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the entire afternoon, i was left alone to take care of my 2 niece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one only a month old, another is about 1 and 1/2 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one month baby couldn't stop crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cannot settle her down, and i don't know what is wrong?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at my age now, i really can't take all this nonsense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no choice but to help to look after them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom left me home with this 2 nonsense because she told me she need to pick up her specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought that would be a fast trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the end, she went for some relaxation herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she just came back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you know how helpless i felt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the baby's endless cries makes me insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on another hand, i thought my mom also deserve some break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she have been working 7 days straight without any break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then again. she did something that i really disagreed on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i blamed everything on my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she bloody give birth to 2 when i feel that she is not ready to become a mother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;many times i argued with her over this responsibility issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fart this shit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are her child. her responsibility, not ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not my mom, and definitely not mine is bloody hers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she bloody put her child here and put all responsibility to mom- to take care, raise and do most of the discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, when i look at her i can tell that she still want her single hood freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is not ready to take the responsibility to raise her kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;then don't give birth to so many when you are not ready to take up the role of a Mother!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am sorry, but at this stage of my life right now. i got no patients with kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want my own time, space to do MY stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a simpler term, i'm being very selfish right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave me out with all this family responsibility thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am not interested in setting up a family at my age right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;career come first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fart fish fat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think my sister is solely to be blame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if not for her child, my mom and i would be having our own time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;none of us will be exhausted from taking care of the 2 tods nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aaaaaaaghghgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know my days will come when i'm a mother myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;definitely i will feel equally lost being a mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but whatever it is, i'll make sure everything else is secure before i'm prepared to have a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6775120669836526044?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6775120669836526044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6775120669836526044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-refuse-to-be-understanding-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2728066913396750913</id><published>2010-03-05T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:17:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; my arm muscles are aching &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;from working in banquet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is serious about going to&amp;nbsp;Thailand&amp;nbsp;and Phuket in May and June and she ask if i want to come along. of course i want! since last year she told me she is going to&amp;nbsp;Thailand,&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been waiting for it. the only problem now is that i've spent the money away, need to find a way to re-save up for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2728066913396750913?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2728066913396750913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2728066913396750913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-arm-muscles-are-aching-from-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8529187204013699321</id><published>2010-03-04T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:57:06.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; ZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZX &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i lost a set of to my drawer's key where i keep all my little stuff and i can't find them. so zxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzx piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at work, there was this couple- an uncle and zxzxzxzzxzx ah lian. her ah lian snub attitude makes me boil. maybe she hooked up with some rich uncle, that does not mean she is rich. i don't like the arrogant manner when she speak. FYI, respect comes when you first respect the person. i've serve the real 'ATAS' lady before. they don't snob around like one big ass. they ASK for it and always 'please' and 'thank you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!. i feel like i'm teaching my niece some manners. i hate serving those ignorant people who likes to THINK that they are some big shot. sluts that are like&amp;nbsp;mosquito&amp;nbsp;that feeds on dirt old rich men. irritating,&amp;nbsp;disgusting, and makes you want to smack them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8529187204013699321?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8529187204013699321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8529187204013699321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/03/zxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzx-i-lost-set-of-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-6697735739527053472</id><published>2010-02-28T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:09:15.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Celebrating Verlize 1month today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;buffet at Bro-in law family Thai resturant with family and friends. their pineapple rice is as nice as ever. i'm eating the cold brocolli, left over from the buffet that now it have a fishy taste. nonethelss, i still finish all. HA, i love brocolli the afro veg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long, i finally make it on time for church today. vainly, i wore heels and it was a bad choice. the weather was so hot that it makes my feet perspire, makes my feet kept slipping forward, makes my feet blistered- just a little. wanted to shake the earth with my thunder thighs in heels. in the end, i tired my feet. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surfing Lookbook, and came across many high waisted fashion. i really love it, i wish i could pull it off without looking like a pear. got to admit, i got WIDE PLASMA TV hippy buttie. how sad :( the short short short, shorts on their skinny legs looks fab. i know short shorts have been the most loved apperals for all the Ah Lians in SG, with t-shirt, and slippers. woots, totally AH LIAN. but you know what, shorts is the best for skinny girls to show off their long skinny legs. whether or not you look like a Lian, is how you match your top, you hair, your footwear, how you accessories your entire look and most importantly how you carry yourself&amp;nbsp; to look stunning/ sexy in shorts. i almost forgot, most AH LIAN have staright american express rebonded hair. i totally hate the rebonded hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take this photo for example. stud padded blazar, high wasited short with tuck in tees. rock.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S4pp8zwCi6I/AAAAAAAADTQ/QwdnbEMwEJg/s1600-h/tumblr_kyfjwvqdIo1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S4pp8zwCi6I/AAAAAAAADTQ/QwdnbEMwEJg/s320/tumblr_kyfjwvqdIo1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;http://fuckyeahskinnybitch.tumblr.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rebonded my hair, and i regreted it. the hair was so flat that it sclap your entire head/ face shape out. if you got a nice face shape, like a long almond good for you. but if you got a round moon face like me, NEVER fall into the trap like i do and rebond your hair. i did it on impluse to kill my frizzy hair. many times after that, i want my frizzy hair back! the volume, the big hairdo. well.. not all negative actually, my hair ends looks straight now. before, all my ends look electrocuted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-6697735739527053472?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6697735739527053472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/6697735739527053472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrating-verlize-1month-today-buffet.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S4pp8zwCi6I/AAAAAAAADTQ/QwdnbEMwEJg/s72-c/tumblr_kyfjwvqdIo1qzcso1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7137932655649806157</id><published>2010-02-26T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:59:11.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Lung filled of Nicotine &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;woooots, just came back from the 2nd filming session. while my memory is still fresh i want to blog it down! currently my production crew and i had a collaboration with a local malay culture theater- &lt;a href="http://www.teaterartistik.com.sg/"&gt;Artistik Theater&lt;/a&gt; for their upcoming production (i'm happy to be part of it). tonight we started wee late, i have no idea what time we start. but i know now the time is 1.34am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the scene setting is something about going to heaven. the site was film at this back alley staircase at Thomson, somewhere near The Prata House. to create the Heavenly feel, white clothes were used to cover the stairs and of course, heaven needs the smokey blurry effect. Dry ice were use and Cigs. hahhaha. wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the dry ice was too little to fill the entire stairs with smoke. instead of placing the dry ice all over the stairs, we had them smoking right under camera. then, we face one problem- the dry ice was not corporating. it did not fly in the direction of the camera, because of the ever changing wind direction. and....TADAAAA, the smokers do us a great and better job, they started blowing smoke into the camera. which i think is more effective because the smokers have more control over the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it was only 1 scene, but we had a total of 12-15 take. can you imagine how much smoke it that? ALOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun nonetheless. the directors got some humor. Most of the time i'll get lost in the converstion because the directors are too comfortable in speaking malay but more or less i can understand a little. i learn a new malay word today. Smoke in Malay is call "Asap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we pack up the directors treat all the cast &amp;amp; crew for supper at THE PRATA HOUSE. awesome awesome pratassssss~ way better then the one in jalan kayu! great day, tomorrow there will be another filming at 2pm. another great day, need to get some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7137932655649806157?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7137932655649806157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7137932655649806157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/lung-filled-of-nicotine-woooots-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8337468665721490815</id><published>2010-02-25T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:28:10.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; HELLO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i couldn't stay home too long today, because whenever i am seated, i am surrounded by FOOD. Unhealthy junkS to be precise! naturally while i am watching tv, my eyes on the tv, my hands on the junkies. F-A-T to the maximum! to be a woman of my words that i said i wanted to go swimming today, jump right on to my feet and pack my stuff~ off i went.... &lt;i&gt;SWIMMING~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is like a spur of adrenline rush to swim or a sudden eager- driven to slim down, or to pay back my non stop snacking the whole entire afternoon! firstly i like to compliment myself for keeping my promise to swim, and swim for an hour straight. back and forth the swimming pool, i thought i have lost my stamina. glad to say, it is still there, i just need more consistency to buff it up.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of self motivated trip to the swimming pool don't come oftern, and definitely not consistent. i dreaded the whole afternoon, giving excuses like "oh the sun is too hot", procrastinated very long before i decided to step out of-da- house. HA. i hope &amp;amp; aim to swim every alternate day in a week. or at least 4 times in a week which is very ideal. HOPEFULLY, i can be a woman of my goals for this holiday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mention i'm having my year break now. school will resume in April. till then, i have to, have to, have to do something about my portfolio. I set up a &lt;a href="http://olihuas.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr account &lt;/a&gt;where i'll be posting all my works there. My tumblr is also link to my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Olihua"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, so whenever my Tumblr is being update, my Twitter will be updated too. Tumblr is my new drugs now, and people update awesome stuff on their tumblr which i can do endless link link link, and explore to many cool stuff. endless drugs. :) i'll share them if i find them interesting on my tumblr &amp;amp; twitter. keep a look out ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a trial stop motion with my compact camera recently. i couldn't start on the editing yet because my laptop adaptar cable burned up a hole. this means i cannot charge my laptop, i can't depend on my laptop battery because it will die within an hour. * BIG SIGHT* called up the operator today to check if i could get a replacement. sadly, i can't. got to make a trip to Sim lim to buy a new spare parts soon. :( urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work yesterday was pretty, "ULOONG". i was not schedule for work but i turned up. since i was already there so they let me stay. instead of working till closing, i left at 11pm.&amp;nbsp; i told my manager i am free to work yesterday, i thought he schedule me for work....*tsk* oh well, least they still let me work till 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty sure i'll be pretty active on Tumblr now, not on the updating part (my works), but the surfing part. haha. ayites, good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8337468665721490815?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8337468665721490815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8337468665721490815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-i-couldnt-stay-home-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8410973064713756006</id><published>2010-02-22T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:48:13.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dying to&amp;nbsp; be Skinny, but can't resist my Fav food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how, you tell me how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday i am going to make it fruitful till i enter into my 3rd year. how exciting yet i am feeling very worried about it. PORTFOLIO, PORTFOLIO, PORTFOLIO. it just keep screaming inside me. i am doing on a advertising, graphic design. that equals to endless time of photoshop, illustrator, research, tutorials... boomx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this holiday, say, i come out with at least 3 works? i can feel my eye bag swelling. once done i'll post up to &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olihuas.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://olihuas.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;do check check check that space. do you believe i can do it? yes i believe i can. so from now on, i'll use that space to post up all my works there. :) keep watch of my Tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8410973064713756006?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8410973064713756006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8410973064713756006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/dying-to-be-skinny-but-cant-resist-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2782892297907743643</id><published>2010-02-17T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:48:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Once in a Year trip to Malaysia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the once in the year CNY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set out early in the morning to the ICA building to collect my passport then straight away speed into M'sia . once we got settle down, we had half chicken half duck for breakfast! B.R.E.A.K.F.A.S.T. i try to stick to my carb diet, but the plate of chicken rice smell and taste so good that i finish the entire plate. this is FAT FACTS #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT FACTS #2- house visitation.&lt;br /&gt;snacking on the CNY cookies of course. not in small portion, but binged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT FACTS #3- before i know its lunch time already.&lt;br /&gt;the host decided to treat us to one of the local restaurant with about a 7 dish menu? appetizer, &amp;nbsp;main, and one final dessert. food again, very tempting, can't resist. so i ate again. i wasn't hungry, but i ate bloody a lot, the host keep stuffing food to me, because he said, "young people can afford to eat more...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT FACTS #4- long car rides&lt;br /&gt;after eating we are back in the car for a long car ride before we reach another destination. SLEEPING ON A FULL TUMMY!. CNY = containers of cookies, eat again. i would have rather to choose to explore the area, IF all the houses are not located at such ulu deserted area with stray FIERCE dogs everywhere... those dogs scare the Olihua outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get around the house, just to explore around a little with my niece Chevelle, and there was 2 black stray dogs in the way. another word, i have to walk passed them no matter what. roughly about 4 steps out of the door, one of the dog starts to bark and on that split second both dogs charged towards us. it was quite obvious that they make Chevelle the target first because one of the dog came so close that he almost bite her! honestly i was startle when they charged towards us, my first reaction wasn't to run but stay rooted there. Good thing i was holding on to an umbrella, it was the umbrella that shield us away from the dog. thinking back about now kinda scares me still.... ureeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;FAT FACTS #5- dinner.&lt;br /&gt;binged binged binged a lot at the last house before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;again, dad's relative decided to treat us for dinner at this seafood restaurant. Fried seafood, food, food, food. i really really feel like puking out every everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion of the things that constitute to my weight gain in a day- 70% came from the enormous amount of food intake, 10% from unbalance intake and output, 40% from my greediness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2782892297907743643?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2782892297907743643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2782892297907743643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-in-year-trip-to-malaysia-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2396453335236533341</id><published>2010-02-14T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:36:36.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; 2010 CNY day 1 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;agree with me, do you find Chinese New Year is getting more silent each year? the decoration on the streets looks lifeless, the atmosphere was dull. what happen? my father brought up a very good point, back when i was a kid, CNY was much more joyous like you can feel it in the air. unlike this morning it feels like a slow motion. like a old film being screen only black and white with no audio. get my point? IT IS TOO QUITE TO FEEL THAT TODAY IS A FESTIVE SEASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end the whole CNY today feeling tired, could be the weather that makes people head spin a little. could be the little upset economics that contribute to the dull atmosphere. anyhow, i just argued with my elder sister regarding some Responsibility issue when i am the one with no Responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am an aunt of 2 niece, my sister gave birth to her 2nd child 2 days after my birthday on 4 Feb. in the normal situation, when the 2nd child is out the first child will suddenly deprived of attention. Chevelle was no exception. her tantrum is so bad, she makes nonsense cries first thing she wakes up and more nonsense cries before she sleep. all this nonsense sometimes brings me headache, cause you just don't what she wants and i bet she don't know what she wants either. she just wants to make nonsense cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is doing her confinement in my house, and my mum is the busiest woman. anyone wants to complain, she should be the first. i have been very preoccupied with my world that i shut away from the others- almost entirely everything related to house chores or being a good aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i lose my train of thoughts. something showing on the television now is distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time then.&lt;br /&gt;and the word i've looking for is 'subtle'.&lt;br /&gt;this is just random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2396453335236533341?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2396453335236533341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2396453335236533341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-cny-day-1-agree-with-me-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8887715727952120831</id><published>2010-02-11T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:01:25.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Give some thoughts &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when i was on my home from a movie, suddenly this thought struck me. what will i be after i graduate? as i reflected, i realised that&amp;nbsp;I have given more time into my temp job then my studies. though i only work once in a week or twice, but on those days that i did not work i have a tendency to took it as a "literate break from work" and procrastinate to work on anything else. when i got tons of things to be done.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like my portfolio which i totally should do something about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of being a nobody, as in career wise scares me. i think i need to give more thoughts to what kind of firm i want to work in and REALLY work towards it. i need to set a goal and work towards it. i need to be more self driven. i need to focus on my future more then all this temporary jobs that i have been sailing from one to another. because i just don't enjoy what i was doing in those temp job. if not for money, i'll not&amp;nbsp;bother&amp;nbsp;to labor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was jay crossing the road, another thought struck me again. what happen if a car came by and hit me down like Val? i have not succeed in any way yet, if i die right now i think i'll feel like the greatest loser on earth because i hadn't complete what i have begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more year, graduation, excellent presentable portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;and for now, i need a good internship. that will bring an eye opening for me, with lots of &amp;nbsp;blasting experience and very very beneficial to my portfolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-8887715727952120831?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8887715727952120831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8887715727952120831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-some-thoughts-when-i-was-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5679216440806733570</id><published>2010-02-07T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:22:34.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Google Singapore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S26gath1-nI/AAAAAAAADRw/jEyApVDqGs8/s1600-h/Let%27s+celebrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="315" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S26gath1-nI/AAAAAAAADRw/jEyApVDqGs8/s400/Let%27s+celebrate.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click on the image for a larger view!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the different races characters are drawn out using photoshop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Merlion is crop out from a photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;background- building's skyline are traced out from a photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fireworks are created using photoshop burshes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-5679216440806733570?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5679216440806733570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/5679216440806733570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/google-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S26gath1-nI/AAAAAAAADRw/jEyApVDqGs8/s72-c/Let%27s+celebrate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7279427114078840572</id><published>2010-02-06T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:36:38.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;A death of my classmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my classmates and i attended her wake last Friday after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Friday, 5th February, a classmate told us to check Val's (the name of the girl who had passed away) facebook, someone had posted Val's wake venue. she is dead. instantly everyone was shocked in disbelief, some of us thought it might be a joke. then again, it was too crude to be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the news was being spread while my classmates and i were in hanging out in the library waiting for our turn for the practical Understanding Test (UT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me myself, i had goosebumps all over. just the day before, Val and i went for break together, she was still alive. then on Friday morning, she was pronounced death on the spot where she met the accident. according to the Chinese newspaper ( i might misread some of the character)her bike skidded and crashed into a lamp at the highway, the impact was so great that she was being thrown off the bike and landed on a grass patch. many body parts were severely injured, her head was the most fatal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Val's wake when we arrived, it was a little awkward, we did not know how to react. her aunt came forward to bring us in, and my faci gave her the little envelope of money which everyone had pooled in. i had a little conversation with her aunt, she told me that Val passed away 5am in the morning that Friday. part of her sulk was crushed in, during the accident one of Val's ear flew off and could not be found. she told me something about how well the makeup artist had manage to cover up all the flaws, then she began to choke on her words, vivid tears starts to well up in her eye. she did not continue after that. that moment, i really don't know what to say. i just stared, i could feel the grieve inside her. Val's was covered and sealed, so we couldn't get to see her last, in the coffin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the friends said it was a drink drive accident, but the newspaper said the bike have skidded. no one knows the exact reason, well, i felt really pity for her. i did not really get to know her well enough before she passed away. once, we had a chat and she told me about her family background and such. she is very independent, easy going, one of those who will crack jokes in class. just one more week to go and we'll all graduated from year 2, and one more year to getting our diploma. it is such a pity isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7279427114078840572?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7279427114078840572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7279427114078840572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/death-of-my-classmate-my-classmates-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2388167001358088441</id><published>2010-02-04T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:48:08.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u/&gt;*Whisper it*&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY MOM FINALLY GRANT ME A ROOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am happy, but i don't want to get over excited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; because i got a feeling this is only for a short term.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i spend my birthday this year in the liabrary rushing all my project and night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i celebrated it with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this week got too many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hiccups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which are not very pleasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of it was my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; screwed up my presentation on wed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my amount of works presented is too little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i think my faci was looking for quantity &gt; quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;considering my quality &amp;amp; quantity of work i have now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is really way to sucky to graduate with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sucks man&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like changing a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when actually the underlying reason is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I DON'T EVEN FEEL LIKE WORKING AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work is exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those time, i could use to work on my school projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"i need more time and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i need more efficient day time, and good night sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my reflection will never lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look so tired all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those ugly sunken eye bag is as disgusting as my grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got more Red then Black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means, i got more late coming then punctual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those grades for my elective class is the most disgusting and demoralising ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C D C D C C D D X D D F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so disgusting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only i can Ctrl + X now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Ctrl + V myself back when everything have calm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;those ulcers in my mouth makes me not want to open my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me not want to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me kinda moody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes my face feel swollen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me mispronounce my words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me not even want to open my mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2388167001358088441?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2388167001358088441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2388167001358088441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/whisper-it-my-mom-finally-grant-me-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-2712246852248563635</id><published>2010-02-03T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:48:11.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I can almost feel the Chinese Year spirit...&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when one of classmate send me home just now. on our way back his dad went to pick up bags of CNY goodies along the way, as i sat in the car i listen to my friend and her dad chat about their CNY routine. that was when i feel slightly in the mood of CNY is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, the entire day i feel so tired from the past 2 nights of rushing all my works just for my few seconds of presentation today. Sucks man. i was still mounting my works onto the mounting board when my faci called me up for my presentation. my presentation was brief, and i only presented 2 of my works. furthermore, today's presentation will be graded as part of my UT3! how not awesome is that? i know i had done a bad job. tsk! life still move on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a break, have an orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2712246852248563635?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2712246852248563635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2712246852248563635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-can-almost-feel-chinese-year-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7769832648085354816</id><published>2010-01-31T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:52:01.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chevelle just got a haircut. straight bangs!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432931256656803906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S2WmMWolOEI/AAAAAAAADRo/q8P5KRKksQk/s400/Snapshot_20100131_5edut.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ps/// i'm wearing my hello kitty pj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-7769832648085354816?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7769832648085354816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7769832648085354816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/01/chevelle-just-got-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S2WmMWolOEI/AAAAAAAADRo/q8P5KRKksQk/s72-c/Snapshot_20100131_5edut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-3748041409494812349</id><published>2010-01-27T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:25:12.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Can't suppress it any longer....&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obviously this issue affects me greatly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine it is YOUR birthday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have plan what you want, and how you want it to be celebrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you send out your invitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you send your invitation to your "close friends", putting them first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just want to celebrate it with them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no one come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't believe i have to beg and argue just so you could come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am really really sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time i cried over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, but i think your are so selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a friend that you call friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe there is always- exception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming all the way, JUST to make an exception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUST for your friend's birthday. isn't that worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you are feel unwilling to attend a certain friend's birthday party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you procrastinated before you come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you probably don't call that person a Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is more like a distance friend, whom you are not interested in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think it is time to reconsider this friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when one's birthday is around, it does not always have to be the birthday girl to send out an invitation to celebrate her birthday with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF, we call ourselves friends, i believe we could take an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt; to surprise or plan to celebrate  her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not blame the birthday girl for not inviting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just a gathering group?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that person is your BEST FRIEND, i believe she don't even need ask you to celebrate with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will ask her isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, i was really disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know your boyfriends are important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the same time, i think you should have your own say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are old enough to defend for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i think is not a matter of your boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is you yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how you weigh this friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it affect me so badly, that i cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-3748041409494812349?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3748041409494812349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/3748041409494812349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-suppress-it-any-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-5045195532391895394</id><published>2010-01-25T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:46:12.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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........Too many emotions at one time.....&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was disappointed by my friends response earlier on. then i just found out about my portfolio sort of like critic session is due this wed! feeling a little panicky, a little stress because my works are all 'half pass six' kind of work. they are all so sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many emotions clash in at the same time, makes me feeling kinda blue right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-2536253580850991001?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2536253580850991001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/2536253580850991001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-7646467920654818668</id><published>2010-01-23T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:02:49.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u/&gt;It's a Birthdaysss Bash Weekend!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday celebrate Jing's birthday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday celebrate Mak's birthday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday which is today, celebrating Jesse's brithday!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some where next week one more birthday to celebrate, and that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm gonna party until my pant drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my head spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my knee weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my fingers crample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;until i total go HAYWIRE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, i got to go now for the birthday celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i'm late :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SHOUT*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT'S A BIRTHDAY BASH WEEKEND!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5343991346483508597-7646467920654818668?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7646467920654818668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/7646467920654818668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-birthdaysss-bash-weekend-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-4263446739037784134</id><published>2010-01-21T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:54:30.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A firm "NO" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wah lao, there is like no place of negations with my mum to get my own room. my reasoning is, i need "A PRIVATE SPACE" where i can feel isolated and do my work. i need a empty room with no food and tv, simply layout yet comfortable for me to focus and concentrate on my projects. is it that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HER reason for not granting my wish is because, she sees that room as another source of income. she can rent out that room for more money....... if Money is a real person right now, i'm willing to commit my first murder in my entire life by killing him!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, just to gain MY freedom. MINE, ME, I. very selfish. very. BUT i really feel that i need one!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study place now is a shared corner in the living room. where activities took place, where people walk in and out of the house. where television is blasted, where my niece is free to run to me and ask for a 'bao bao' (hug hug). it is so freaking open that i must seat appropriately, because i got tenants living in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be in my comfort zone when i work. tsk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have start working again. i've been in the working industry as a part timer for about 3 years now, and i feel tired already. i am so tired of the F&amp;amp;B or Retail or any costumer related job. it is interesting that you get to meet all walks of people but one thing, serving another human is not a easy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is to all consumers!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you as a CONSUMER, i don't care how rich you are, but when you talk to a service staff, PLEASE ask with POLITENESS, showing at least some HUMANITY would be greatly appreciated. so what you are rich and of high status? your manner just imply to me that your parents probably hadn't been teaching you some basic manners in your entire life! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"where is my food? i've been waiting for 10mins already!" hello! you want good food, you need to wait for them to cook. you want your food to come fast, then i think fast food restaurant will suits you better. HEY, don't be so impatient. the restaurant don't serve you only. OPEN YOUR EYES, LOOK AROUND. there is other tables of costumers too! but of course if you have waited for 30mins already, just check with the waiter NOT SCREAM at them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A SMILE or an act of COURTESY, like a THANK YOU and PLEASE will make the service staff more willing and happy to serve you. if you want a good service, be a POLITE consumer. this way, service staff will feel more enjoyable serving you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;USE YOUR BRIAN A LITTLE PLEASE, the service staff have probably stand the whole day, part timers like me come from school and work in the night feels physically strained already. DON'T BE SO SELFISH ANS DEMANDING. when i first started out working, when a costumer raised their voice on me, i swear my tears will just burst out instantly. now, i have learn that they are just being some BIG SHIT OF ARROGANT people, WHINERS and KINGS AND QUEENS of COMPLAINERS. now when i met a nasty consumers who abused this "Consumer is always right" policy. i feel like sticking a fork into their throat and dig their eyeballs out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there is also some sterotype groups of people with seriously bad attidue. i don't want name names here, for those who have been in the service line will probably have a list of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got a feeling i'll be late for school tomorrow again. nothing new. hey, i feel that i got some Waking up disorder. should i consult a doctor? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5343991346483508597-4263446739037784134?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4263446739037784134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/4263446739037784134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/01/firm-no-wah-lao-there-is-like-no-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343991346483508597.post-8615160461167905438</id><published>2010-01-20T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:46:57.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Something milk, creamy and thick &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each day my tongue will crave for a new texture of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some days Hot and spicy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someday oily and crispy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, i want something boiling and sweet liquid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i satisfied my current craving with a cup of Milo mixed with a pack of instant Horlick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you tired eating horlick powder before? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is not that nice as milo powder, drinking horlick taste much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each morning i struggled to wake up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the snooze function is a bad invention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like i am in a bed of quick sand every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my head feel so drowsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel mentally weak to battle against the sleep monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my lateness is getting worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sight......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it had been so long since i feel the morning rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling of racing against the time in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling to have to catch the 8am bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling of being punctual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when was the last time i feel the sense of urgency in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every morning when i wake up i'll go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"shit, overslept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********sight***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late again.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******ARGGGHHHHHH*****"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i DO feel piss when i wake up and realise that i'll be late for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late late late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this feeling sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5343991346483508597-8615160461167905438?l=scream-me-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8615160461167905438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5343991346483508597/posts/default/8615160461167905438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scream-me-out.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-milk-creamy-and-thick-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Olihua says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933924393060959788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_44uDBeneTrA/S5P_xtOzuXI/AAAAAAAADTo/KwdWvgmv8pA/S220/Snapshot_20100308_62.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
