<?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-5466444451085430906</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:11.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECKY SPECKY :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466444451085430906.post-1466168023217458578</id><published>2007-12-17T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:55:30.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-N8dCzuvBY/R2a2-WoL8EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FLluBSxrVuU/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-N8dCzuvBY/R2a2-WoL8EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FLluBSxrVuU/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145000806659649602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kiss on the hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May be quite continental,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But diamonds are a girl's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY! This is really true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at some wonderfully damned comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You? So wise ah? Don't even have a slight degree of wisdom...Ha Ha Ha...KIDDING"- My Wonderfully damned Amelia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466444451085430906-1466168023217458578?l=asshlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1466168023217458578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466444451085430906&amp;postID=1466168023217458578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/1466168023217458578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/1466168023217458578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/kiss-on-hand-may-be-quite-continental.html' title=''/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-N8dCzuvBY/R2a2-WoL8EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FLluBSxrVuU/s72-c/IMG_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466444451085430906.post-2596590964105181058</id><published>2007-12-12T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:09:24.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Had Better Do This Too :)</title><content type='html'>Yooo!!! Hello! Fine,Vivien you win. Oops, haha found this quiz thing from Chu Xuan's blog. It's silly but since i've got nothing better to do...GAHH...I guess you don't understand anything I'm trying to put across but hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Full Name: YOOHOO...if you don't know, it's highly recommended you go find some other nicer way to die before I come and whack your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Name Backwards: EEY NUM OOHC...eeeks I didn't ever imagined that my name would look so ugly spelt backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Meaning of Name: twinkle twinkle, little piece of s***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Nickname: Oh hi twinkle choo ( haha, for some pple who are really so dang ignorant), MUN, mushroom, mushy, SHORTY...*sobs sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Screen Name: WHAT?! ohhh, you mean display name for MSN? SHOOT, IM SLOW. 'Life is so randomly beautiful'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.D.O.B: 22091993 *hint hint*OK...I know I'm old... you don't have to rub it in ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Place of Birth: SINGAPORE! I love this place don't I? *stares around guiltily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Nationality: SINGAPOREAN. Duh?! I'm bloody proud... but it'll be better if we win more medals in the OLYMPIC games...bronze also acceptable la... coz i like BRONTE!!! Nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Current Location: Sitting in front of the bloody computer in my brother's stinky room...oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Star Sign: VIRGO...okok I know I'm hell of a critical but hey, I'm born on the last day of a Virgo... *beams around honorably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Religion: FREEEEE Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Height: WTH is this kinda question?! You want to know? So inquisitive izzit? Go be a curious cat and die earlier...better coz a world void of this kinda pple would definitely prosper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Weight: AGAIN...but this question's more flattering haha...mmm...below 40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Shoe Size: size 6-7. OKOK i have friggin' big feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Hair Color: SLEEK BLACK. Otherwise wth?! Duh? Oh no. I HAVE RED FLAMING HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Eye Color: BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who do you look like: The person when I stare into the mirror? HAHA! yay GOTCHA! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Innie or Outtie: Innie of course. You won't want to see how I die on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Lefty or Righty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Gay, Straight, Bi or Others: Definitely, probably. But 100% STRAIGHT like this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Best Friends: Aiyo... so darn cliche this question is. YAY! But I came prepared! YISHANG, VIVIEN, NAZREEN, CHU XUAN, BRENDA, WEIQI, PS, SYN YU, BAO &amp;amp; TRICIA (girls only!)!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe this list may change... kidding la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Best Friends you Trust Most: Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Favourite Pals: Eh! can you show more CREATIVITY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Best Friend of Opposite Sex: ERR..PSST... MESELF..oops contradicts question 20...hah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Best Buddies: If the fellow who came up with this shitty question is a GUY, I can show you what I can do with a pair of RUSTY SCISSORS...oops later infected with tetanus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Boyfriend OR Girlfriend: NIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Crush: NIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Parents: Two, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Worst Enermy: Heavens, you won't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Favourite Online Guy:NIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Favourite Online Girl: NIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Craziest Friend: My imaginary friend *waves to thin air, shouts "HEY! My friend, had your lunch?"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Advice Friend: MESELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Spectacles: haha...that night, I got nearly blinded when I slept with my Contact Lenses ( Eh, don't think DIRTY,ok?!) haha...so hello new Spectacles!!! SUPER HIGH POWER/ DEGREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Loudest Friend: Haha...GOT TO BE THAT PS...during whatever lessons... She'll go "MUNNNNNNNN"...lalalalas...mmm...sorry, i didn't hear what you were saying...pardon me coz i need to adjust my hearing aid...heh XD the after- effects of sitting with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Any sisters: NO. no SISta...I want!!! MUM &amp;amp; DAD!!! haha you know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Any brothers: Yup older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Any pets: heh heh nice question. ALOT...as for their whereabouts you'll need to check with KING OF HADES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Any Disease: WTF!!! Hello, you want me to die an earlier death izzit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Pager:NIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Personal Phone Line: Shush...but anyway, its 999...remember to call me, SWEETHEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Phone: Nice NOBLE BLUE SONY ERRICSON K810i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Lava Lamp: I want ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Pool or Hottub: POOOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.A car: NO! I'm too YOUNG! eh? i thought i was old? nvm...whose my DEAREST SPONSER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Your Personality: NUTTY CRAPPY FARNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Driving: I wish! Eh! Where's my fairy godmother...cry cry cry coz HAPPINESS IS JUST A TEARDROP AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Room: Eh...the cupboard under the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.What's missing: Hey, my brain! Here you go! Eh, next time don't try to be farny and sneak away okay?! Yes, me dear, come and settle into my skull and snuggle happily into the warm comfort under my thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.School: ohhh...haha HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDY...eh i'm gonna be a witch...so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Bed: SINGLE. oh man! Don't make me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Relationship with Parents: VERY GOOD! really?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.BELIEVE in YOURSELF: OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Believe in Love at First Sight: NOPE! EVEN THE BLIND CAN FALL IN LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Good Listener: Yes. You can say so...but but but...i never score a perfect grade for my listening comprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Get Along Well with Parents: SOMETIMES ONLY...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Save E-mail Convos: Gosh! Who in the World does that?! Plus WE DON'T CHAT WITH E-MAILS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.Pray: Yup! Before E.X.A.M.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Believe in Reincarnation: Yes...Hopefully, NOT into some strange STRAY CAT or some odd dog...HOT DOG's ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Make Fun of People: OH NO... Never...SHUSH...* observes surroundings warily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Like to Talk on the Phone: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Want to get Married: Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.Like to Drive: Yes! Yes! Yes! vava-vrOOOm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.Motion Sickness: How about puking all over my stomach on my first flight to Beijing? eh...that, i think, was when i was only 7 ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.Eats Stem of Broccoli: EVERYTHING! It's a flower... haha home economics put into good use :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.Eats Chicken With Fork: 80%. Then what? Your toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.Dreams in Color: HUH? I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.Type with your fingers on homerole: what the hell are you trying to put across?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Sleep with Stuff Toys: Ermph this question's really ambiguious and can you go phrase it more decently? And I am PURE, ok? Yes...if you mean it in a CLEAN way...with the BABA from Nazreen...ah choo...sorry too dusty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.Next to You: Many Many Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.On the walls of your room: Nothing. My Mum would be HOPPING MAD if there is anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.On Your Mousepad: MOUSE ONLY. Sorry, NO CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.Dream Car: BMW. SPONSERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Dream Date: HAHAHA...I HAVE HIGH EXPECTATIONS, you know? FINE! kidding...;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.Dream Honeymoon Spot: PARIS or LONDON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Dream Husband or Wife: Ermph...do I even plan on getting married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.Bedtime: 11-12+++ eh i want my nap now because this quiz is really taking up alot of my time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.Under your Bed: You really want to know? AH!!! MONSTER!!! kidding la...&lt;br /&gt;"Afraid of what's under your bed? It's the MUTTONS TO MIDNIGHT!!!" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.Single Most Important question: SPONSERS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.Bad Time of the Day: Having to sit in CHINESE CLASSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Your Worst Fear: FAILING FOR ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.The weather is: dark and gloomy...yawns...and there is water splattering everywhere in front of the gate...eh?! oh... it's no big deal. it's the neighbour's dog peeing...AHHHHH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.Time: 5:16 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Date: Thursday, December 13 2007.SHUCKS...school's reopening soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.Best Trick you did on someone: Can't really remember though...MUAHAHAHAH...you don't what to know... HUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.Theme Song: lalalalalas...*sputters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.Hardest Thing About Growing Up: DEPREVATION OF CHOCOLATE CAKES...and being seriously short...AHHHHHHHHHH...*boohoo* *bawls like a baby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.Best Thing About Growing Up: Hey! Meeting really lovely people and getting to enjoy all the tasteful pleasures of life like reading my TWILIGHT!!! AHHHH!!! oops...I'm jealous of the BELLA SWAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.Funniest Experiences: Like you said experienceS, so ALOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.Scariest Experiences: Ohnonono, it'll make your THING stand...;P...by saying THING, I mean HAIR. haha...XD eh...how old am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Silliest thing you've ever done: Saying 'I LOVE YOU' to my teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Most Desperate thing you've ever done to get the Opposite Sex: Hey there, you freak, I am never desperate for male companionship, ok? Are you sick? If so, I'll gladly help you make an appointment with the psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Current Feeling: Sick, because I'm having a headache doing this CRAP...oops I'm vulgar... and also ruddy furious because this blogger thing is driving me up the wall!!!! ARGH!!! eh, you better listen up and be a submissive piece of s*** otherwise I'll not hesitate to go to XANGA or WORDPRESS ok?! YAYNESS!!! new SPECTACLES in 1 hours time. Eh, strange emotions I have eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.Worst Feeling: When my stomach turns into a CARNIVAL performance, flipping and jerking violently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.Best Feeling in the World:WHEEEEE!!! best feeling? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BEING LOVED. BY ANYBODY! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466444451085430906-2596590964105181058?l=asshlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2596590964105181058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466444451085430906&amp;postID=2596590964105181058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/2596590964105181058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/2596590964105181058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-had-better-do-this-too.html' title='You Had Better Do This Too :)'/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466444451085430906.post-8934653004695664040</id><published>2007-12-12T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:24:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo! DanL here!</title><content type='html'>Yo! &lt;font size="4"&gt;Daniel Thay&lt;/font&gt; here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Thanks Munyee for allowing me to &lt;s&gt;raid&lt;/s&gt; post something useless, here, at her blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to say, "Yo!". Munyee, must &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; be thankful that I helped you with the Links! Nevermind, you already thanked a lot, no need to thank any further =]! I had been "sian-ing" the whole day sia, and I miss class 2/3! Oh ya, Mun, go create a cBox account first, then I help you add it in your blog. &lt;i&gt;But, I'm not sure whether the current version of blogger you're using allows the cBox application thing to be added.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, lazy to crap any longer, I'll be going off now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DANL.WAS.HERE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Post was edited just for my BIG name. Mun complained that she can't see my name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466444451085430906-8934653004695664040?l=asshlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8934653004695664040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466444451085430906&amp;postID=8934653004695664040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/8934653004695664040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/8934653004695664040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/yo-danl-here.html' title='Yo! DanL here!'/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466444451085430906.post-3968546938383735181</id><published>2007-12-11T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:40:00.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday,12 December 2007 (Boo-Geese Street)</title><content type='html'>Nice! Today was just splendid! I went shopping with my mum around Bugis Street,or rather actually gallivanting because I was seriously too broke to even spend a next cent. haha but that didnt apply to my mum ;) so i got a little sneaky and dragged her to one of the stalls to get me a NEW BAG!! THANKS MUM!!! We took quite a looong time to finally make a selection coz i was bloody fastidious and picky. So eventually we decided to settle on this black and red bag...But it looks darn cool with all the designs on it...okok i'll consider myself satisfied but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lucky&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; as well...i can hardly get my mum to splurge her money on me. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO...and that place was seriously crowded...especially with most *******. okok i know it isnt really nice to condemn but REALLY... the majority of them populated the entire Bugis Street. But the place was much like a labyrinth. With so many turns and bends, i can't believe how one can actually not get lost. Something like a maze, i suppose? It was like our world alternated between the dark tweeny- weeny pathways and the main walkway which was sorta a little more illuminated? And it reminded me of Harry potter... you know the Knockturn alley and Diagon alley...its sorta synonymous i guess.AH...my addiction's acting up again..i had better go take my medicine alr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya and Bugis Street comprises of small-time or actually ermph... young entrepreneurs who set up their business based on the hip and trendy theme (something Bugis Street has been known for) which actually appeals greatly to the mass now especially us youngsters. There are mannnnny shops there manz...and it's like they play host to all different tastes from various customers. Actually they usually cater much to the needs of the ******* whom i presume frequent that area alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping street is really beautiful except for the fact that there are toooo many you-know-who.Ya but generally,its NICE!!! although i didnt use to show much interest in this not very important aspect of life. But perhaps i've started to gain insights into it? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am just rather amused or &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perturbed&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by the fact that there are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Strays&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; there...ahem, i meant stray animals ok. not whatever topic your mind is straying to now... :0 kidding. But what really intrigued me was the creature &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i won't call it an amimal coz i hate it):  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From the feline family...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ok, it's not some tiger or whatever...but a cat la. oopps, i get the creeps now. Just dislike them a great deal. NO OFFENCE, CAT LOVERS. I wonder what i'll be in my next life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEOWS&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING...YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT. But i just feel they possess no special and desirable trait in them...sorry ,unlike some bees or ants &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*cough*pretends to be magnanimous*cough*) but i feel they are just as distasteful or even worse...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; oops sorry... ok lets continue... the shop i patronised had this ruddy cat in it. It's a little humiliating to say it out loud...guess i'll be slammed, but according to the shop assistant, this cat's living a ripe old age now. Its now 8-9 years old...OMG...but that isn't really fasinating though&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; because it won't be long before i'll be attending its funeral . &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry im so inhumane but i like it...*crackles like LORD VOLDERMORT* It seems that many passer-bys' attention, and i by saying that i mean MANY, are being drawn away by THAT THING. It's disgusting you know and who knows? perhaps it's used to gain pubilcity? oops shouldnt have said such a thing. It's mean, i know. But really, it may be the truth? And furthermore, THAT BEAST,i mean, THING. THAT THING was much of a glutton, trying to steal some hokkien mee ;) from the shop assistant. It has some strange skin disease. SICKO. Hey, THING, look, use your brainz&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry dear but you don't have any,haha my apologies for disclosing your BIG-TIME SECRET)&lt;/span&gt; and start hunting for some mice. I believe there are plenty in Bugis Street for you to get your arse moving. But anyway, the shop assistant's hands are tied...I know, because its the SHOP OWNER's crappy pet. I would have bribed him with some $$$ to smother it to death should I not be in my FINANCIAL CRISIS NO.2. I need some financial assistance you know, or rather do you think i should go register with the school for a teeny weeny bit of help in money problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1809-1865)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466444451085430906-3968546938383735181?l=asshlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3968546938383735181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466444451085430906&amp;postID=3968546938383735181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/3968546938383735181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/3968546938383735181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesday12-december-2007.html' title='Wednesday,12 December 2007 (Boo-Geese Street)'/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466444451085430906.post-1037574170136219240</id><published>2007-12-11T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:08:52.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESDAY,11 DECEMBER 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haha…hi guys its really a little awakard for me to blog eh? I guess you guys  share the same sentiments as i do…manz…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;YAYness…But anyway…this blogging thing is kinda like much of an avenue for me to vent out my pent-up emotions? yaya…sort of. I guess?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh ya…today’s considered a consequential milestone of my life,you know…haha ya. Because i went to work!!! Surprising yeh? actually for my aunt…you know how relatives are desperate for some CHEAP LABOUR so they have to resort to getting us tykes to slog our guts out for them and mine’s a classic example. But i won’t go on elaborating on it because i myself am getting a little dozy today..ahah… but but but…don’t go around asking for a treat please because you know that meager salary is ermph… not even sufficient to keep me going strong…haha coz you know…i’ve got to PAY THE BILLS and FEED THE KIDS…nonono…no kids,im sorry.Type wrongly… &lt;img class="wp-smiley" alt=":)" src="http://ashlett.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m seriously waiting for a golden handshake from my aunt. :p Oh No!!! That’s not very nice..yaya i know… But a word of advice to you guys…SCHOOLING IS MUCH BETTER THAN VENTURING OUT ON YOUR OWN, WORKING!!!. I’m not saying that because my aunt’s a tyrant but its exactly how i feel now when i finally comprehend why many parents have been moaning and groaning about working… Its ruddy strange how much we really do want to explore other options now that we’re young and finally end up like all parents who don’t really enjoy what they do to earn a living ya, or rather most parents…pray my parents are’t who i have just described out to be..hehe (grins sheepishly). It’s just SUPER ironic… but frankly speaking, my workload is also darn heavy as well… haha…thats pathetically disgusting..:) so you wanna undertake this arduous job as well? haha…AND I WANNA STUDY ALL THE WAY TILL I KICK THE BUCKET yayness!!! im bloodily serious…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And and and…HAHA finally its 14 sacred days to CHRISTMAS…!!!OMG &lt;3&gt;haha...sugar, my head's spinning and spinning from some darn inquietude of me mind -like so super old fashioned top going round and round and round...ah stop stop im getting dizzy alr. ahem... again, its&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;days to christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...*winks winks* haha you know what to do*hint hint* i presume you know my address and i pray you have the rudimentary etiquette to know what you ought to do... *crosses fingers*otherwise you really really should sign up for some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;interpersonal relationships classes&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.Okok kidding... but anyhow...it'll help a great deal... Boring, i've got classes tomorrow...and before that lets go relive the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; memories from the twilight series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHEERIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5466444451085430906-1037574170136219240?l=asshlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1037574170136219240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466444451085430906&amp;postID=1037574170136219240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/1037574170136219240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/1037574170136219240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesday11-december-2007.html' title='TUESDAY,11 DECEMBER 2007'/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5466444451085430906.post-8079142826738982576</id><published>2007-12-11T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:05:06.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble-maker you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-N8dCzuvBY/R17BXGCzFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vSYtsZ92TXs/s1600-h/800c0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-N8dCzuvBY/R17BXGCzFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vSYtsZ92TXs/s400/800c0592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760427007186706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;GOD GOD...*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im a freethinker actually,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or am i?&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE IS SOMETHING MORONically wrong with my blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smallest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;br /&gt;normal&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5466444451085430906-8079142826738982576?l=asshlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8079142826738982576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5466444451085430906&amp;postID=8079142826738982576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/8079142826738982576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5466444451085430906/posts/default/8079142826738982576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asshlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/trouble-maker-you-are.html' title='Trouble-maker you are'/><author><name>Built To Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14821197207065103258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-N8dCzuvBY/R17BXGCzFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vSYtsZ92TXs/s72-c/800c0592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
