<?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-13111195</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:21:25.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moose mousse</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm much more comfortable talking about people behind their backs - 
george costanza</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7359636825164250582</id><published>2007-08-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:34:52.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>dear friends,

i'm afraid it's time to say goodbye.

i don't know what i'd to to moosemousse.

might just keep it, might not. i think i might leave moosemousse and start anew.

anyway, don't think i'd update here anymore.

email me at julithegreat@gmail.com and let me know if you're interested to know how messed up my life is and i'll give you my new blog address.

bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7359636825164250582?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7359636825164250582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7359636825164250582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7359636825164250582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7359636825164250582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-1185417408581859468</id><published>2007-07-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:03:25.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i officially declare july 2007 the horriblest period of my life.&lt;/span&gt;
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so much had happened already and i had to crash my dad's car this morning. don't know why, but i just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to.
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and to come home to be lectured about how we could learn important life lessons from the mistakes made from driving accidents. bottom line is, one should never be too cocky in life. it is okay to take risks, but never think you're superior. well, that's what i got from the lecture during dinner.
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sigh.
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i still feel extremely distressed and somewhat bitter, but i'm hoping that i'd regain my old nonchalant self soon or i'd go insane. though still very much a wreck, a tiny part in my tells me that things will be alright and that i shall overcome this - only that it takes time. and it's telling me that i'm rather content despite the circumstances.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rq3twTCZJaI/AAAAAAAAAao/FO0IeQJb-Hg/s1600-h/life%27s+a+bitch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rq3twTCZJaI/AAAAAAAAAao/FO0IeQJb-Hg/s320/life%27s+a+bitch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092988167625713058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;don't want to ramble on. end of story is that i still think that life's a bitch. also a few other people in this world and a couple of douche bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-1185417408581859468?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/1185417408581859468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=1185417408581859468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1185417408581859468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1185417408581859468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/bitch.html' title='the bitch'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rq3twTCZJaI/AAAAAAAAAao/FO0IeQJb-Hg/s72-c/life%27s+a+bitch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7313953223673123426</id><published>2007-07-20T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:33:07.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>ooh, my boob suddenly feels itchy. would be too obvious if i scratched it in this blinding white fluorescent-lit office. good, the itch is gone now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had oily fried kuey teow for lunch, which made me fall asleep yet again right after at the office. then i got a headache and got away with not going into programming meeting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but mary, i really had and still having a headache. so, i&amp;#39;m not lying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;should get back to work already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8Az6bVkGQJc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, a song that has been in my head lately.  &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/13111195-7313953223673123426?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7313953223673123426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7313953223673123426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7313953223673123426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7313953223673123426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8586637702907086105</id><published>2007-07-18T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:19:07.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie script ending</title><content type='html'>i still think life is trying to play a big joke on me. either that or karma has decided to catch up and now i'm drowning in all these emotions, which is driving me totally crazy. if only my life could be just like a movie, and i could just fast forward all the rough times to get to the happy ending.
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the days are pretty hard to get by, as i'm left with no real reason to live.
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starting to slack off at work and though i'm sick worried of the consequences of not following up on my projects, i still find myself moping in the office and dozing off in front of the computer.
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(boss, if you ever read this, what i said is not entirely true - about the moping and dozing off during office hours)
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it is hard, not to have that person whom you trusted so dearly and you would confide to that person just about anything and everything anymore. it kills you inside to know that that person is still there but yet not really.
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sometimes i just wish that i'd get run over by a bus or something. or blown up into many pieces. maybe even dress up in a deer suit in a forest during hunting season - to get myself shot by hunters.
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maybe i should really consider getting a paintball gun and start planning my shooting rampage. i'll make headlines cause i'd only aim at the male population's scrotum and some female latinos might even get hurt along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8586637702907086105?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8586637702907086105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8586637702907086105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8586637702907086105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8586637702907086105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep-all-day.html' title='movie script ending'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-9149278105187130857</id><published>2007-07-10T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:18:04.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars are blind and so are you</title><content type='html'>it&amp;#39;s really nice to know that people do care and although i&amp;#39;m not a great friend who never really returns phone calls or smses, my friends whom i&amp;#39;ve not been keeping in touch with just popped out of nowhere. well, not literally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, i thank you for making it feel as if life&amp;#39;s still worth living.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in these times of distress and confusion, i&amp;#39;m trying hard to lift my head up high and live my life by the day. all this frustration, anger, sorrow and bitterness is driving me crazy inside out. i smile, but it doesn&amp;#39;t feel like i&amp;#39;m really smiling inside. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;should really consider converting to, if not understanding buddhism a bit more. maybe i should take yoga classes, or play tennis (myself?) in the weekends or even blog about happy stuff and pretend i&amp;#39;m a bimbo by acting dumb all the time and listen to paris hilton. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am now on a quest. don&amp;#39;t want to be bitter no more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this will be my pursuit of happ&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ness. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-9149278105187130857?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/9149278105187130857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=9149278105187130857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/9149278105187130857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/9149278105187130857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/stars-are-blind-and-so-are-you.html' title='stars are blind and so are you'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8630604605510895581</id><published>2007-07-06T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:00:20.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touché</title><content type='html'>and this is another &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2WVoqHXWGU"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; which is being played over and over again on my ipod at the moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maybe this would be my song of the year.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8630604605510895581?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8630604605510895581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8630604605510895581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8630604605510895581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8630604605510895581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/touch.html' title='touché'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-1786126451714463629</id><published>2007-07-06T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:54:08.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choux pastry heart</title><content type='html'>here&amp;#39;s a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbY1tSYiEZ0&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; dedicated to myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s so beautifully sad.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-1786126451714463629?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/1786126451714463629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=1786126451714463629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1786126451714463629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1786126451714463629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/choux-pastry-heart.html' title='choux pastry heart'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-845455277824791489</id><published>2007-07-06T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:53:44.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>never thought that i&amp;#39;d come to terms with it so quickly. of course it still hurts and it hurts so bad. but i&amp;#39;ve decided to give it another chance and just am hoping that the promise would be kept.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if you ask me what would i do if it happened again, i&amp;#39;d say i really don&amp;#39;t know. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;never really trusted anyone and will never will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m really afraid. but i&amp;#39;ve to move on. perhaps things would turn out to be good or worse, nobody knows. but i&amp;#39;m definitely hoping that i wont be hurt again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s really not too much to ask for, just to be loved and not to be hurt. or is it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so many thoughts came across my mind. right now, i&amp;#39;m trying to nurse this broken heart and i&amp;#39;m telling her to try to accept the things that had happened. though hard to do so, she obliged. she&amp;#39;s been through a lot recently and this was a pretty big blow to her. but i&amp;#39;m proud of her, for she is still strong. i promise her, this is the last time i&amp;#39;m putting her through this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and my brain has been telling her that she would and perhaps could revenge for her if anything should happen to her again. it&amp;#39;s telling my heart that i could perhaps do much worse a damage to another.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s nothing that i can do now but to let things be, i guess. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so please don&amp;#39;t hurt me again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i will die. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i promise you that.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-845455277824791489?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/845455277824791489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=845455277824791489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/845455277824791489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/845455277824791489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8754467604935747806</id><published>2007-07-05T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:15:21.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>guess i never expected it to happen but it did. my worst nightmares came true and i thought i could take it but i somehow feel very hurt. it&amp;#39;s not the fact that it was done, but the fact that there are emotional strings attached to it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;thought i was always on top but somehow there&amp;#39;s competition that i don&amp;#39;t even know why i&amp;#39;m bothered with so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it does hurt pretty bad, unfortunately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i&amp;#39;m not sure if i&amp;#39;d stay on top of the list but it seems that i&amp;#39;m losing the game. maybe it&amp;#39;s time to leave? really don&amp;#39;t want to be hurt anymore. &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/13111195-8754467604935747806?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8754467604935747806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8754467604935747806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8754467604935747806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8754467604935747806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/07/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7429263128961436397</id><published>2007-06-29T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:56:56.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a perturbed horse painting</title><content type='html'>it has been an emotional roller coaster for me these past weeks. work days has been draggy recently and the occasional worries about work is just not letting me have my peace of mind. on top of that, i just got bombed by the program department on the publicity part.
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great.
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they think it's so easy and that things can be done with just a snap of a finger. well, maybe there are people who could easily pull it off - with some contacts and all. unfortunately, i'm still building my contacts and being the underdog radio station it is a wee bit hard to make things go our way sometimes.
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and they never took account that by sending me the confirmed yet inadequate details just recently is also part of the reason for not having much publicity yet. they either think i'm superwoman or that i've got nothing else to do than to just focus on publicity.
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*dumbass mofo twats, i'll smack you across your face with a rotten swordfish then run you over with a hippopotamus*&lt;/span&gt;
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anyway, i'm holding a grudge against the programming people now. but only those i know who was bitching at the meeting earlier. yes, i know who you are although i wasn't at the meeting. have a rough idea. 
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bunch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough*fucktards*cough*&lt;/span&gt;.
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when i go berserk one day, i'll barge into the office and shoot your balls with a paintball gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7429263128961436397?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7429263128961436397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7429263128961436397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7429263128961436397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7429263128961436397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/perturbed.html' title='a perturbed horse painting'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7515657242950871676</id><published>2007-06-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:33:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my version of the ultimate slumber party</title><content type='html'>so here are my photos of last wednesday's party.  i'm still not very good with the dslr, so the photos are actually pretty crappy.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaAZeTF3iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/diHKE82oLQI/s1600-h/P6131766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaAZeTF3iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/diHKE82oLQI/s320/P6131766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077386805025037858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;meet kamelia and her firedancer friends. they're pretty cool kids and they don't drink. here they are, warming up a bit before starting.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaAYuTF3fI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ED5PsNlovT0/s1600-h/P6131758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaAYuTF3fI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ED5PsNlovT0/s320/P6131758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077386792140135922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;kamelia, doing her thing. she's one of my favorite interns. she was doing her internship with us sometime last year.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaCI-TF3kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/j6yV_DyDRSA/s1600-h/P6131811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaCI-TF3kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/j6yV_DyDRSA/s320/P6131811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077388720580451906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaCI-TF3lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/u_1hDG3CTbQ/s1600-h/P6131814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaCI-TF3lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/u_1hDG3CTbQ/s320/P6131814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077388720580451922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaCJOTF3mI/AAAAAAAAAZA/AlFYsUH5EEo/s1600-h/P6131816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaCJOTF3mI/AAAAAAAAAZA/AlFYsUH5EEo/s320/P6131816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077388724875419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then this dude came and did a whole bunch of fast swings and all. kerosene was flying all over the place as he swung those thingamajig like whirlwinds. he did seem like he was possessed or something for that few minutes.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDzeTF3nI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wx5j0lE0oYA/s1600-h/P6131822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDzeTF3nI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wx5j0lE0oYA/s320/P6131822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077390550236520050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;here are the boys, doubling it up. really awesome, but i didn't get that many shots.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDzuTF3oI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CESO2LgC9sg/s1600-h/P6131831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDzuTF3oI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CESO2LgC9sg/s320/P6131831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077390554531487362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;starting of event, where nisha looked really beautiful that night. dilly did a really good job with the make-up.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDzuTF3pI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WLsvq8pxtvQ/s1600-h/P6131841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDzuTF3pI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WLsvq8pxtvQ/s320/P6131841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077390554531487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaHc-TF3wI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9AiNnbu-kWM/s1600-h/P6131912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaHc-TF3wI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9AiNnbu-kWM/s320/P6131912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077394561735974658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tim &amp; will on stage for a quick chat with jd to do a quick promo on their new morning show. as usual, tim's wearing his ugly beige crocs.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaHdOTF3xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YSREcF0Or-U/s1600-h/P6131847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaHdOTF3xI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YSREcF0Or-U/s320/P6131847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077394566030941970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;his name was michael then he became a joe. or the other way around. he's weird but definitely the most sporting cab driver in the world. he lost the pussycat doll dance competition to dalbir, who did a slut dance move on one of the headless + armless + legless mannequins.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDz-TF3qI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jrPwDPwIfks/s1600-h/P6131862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaDz-TF3qI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jrPwDPwIfks/s320/P6131862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077390558826454690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there's more, but too much of something is never good. and of course, i'd finish off with a gorgeous photo of me and my friends from 1u - miki, shuk and her sister (also known as shuk). &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaHcuTF3vI/AAAAAAAAAaI/F4nE8ahH3Cg/s1600-h/P6131920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaHcuTF3vI/AAAAAAAAAaI/F4nE8ahH3Cg/s320/P6131920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077394557441007346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my body's still sore from carrying shitloads of stuff back and forth yesterday. wait for my next bitchy entry about our father's day event.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7515657242950871676?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7515657242950871676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7515657242950871676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7515657242950871676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7515657242950871676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-version-of-ultimate-slumber-party.html' title='my version of the ultimate slumber party'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnaAZeTF3iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/diHKE82oLQI/s72-c/P6131766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8435640870140623873</id><published>2007-06-16T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:27:22.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate slumber party</title><content type='html'>wednesday night was yet another battle of mars and venus forfeit. this time, it's at bar savanh and the event turned out pretty alright.
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnOBsuTF3ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RZnldIKjQpI/s1600-h/075+Bar+Savahn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnOBsuTF3ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RZnldIKjQpI/s320/075+Bar+Savahn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076543810319015314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;as usual, i was the photographer and i took a lot of cool shots (least i think they are) of my ex-intern and her friends doing the firedance outside the entrance of bar savanh. and all the photos i took that night is uploaded in edmund's computer at the office. so, i don't have any at home but i took a few off tim's webpage.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnN9y-TF3XI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GzBgW6D3deY/s1600-h/017+Bar+Savahn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnN9y-TF3XI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GzBgW6D3deY/s320/017+Bar+Savahn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076539519646686578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i find his photos annoyingly slant. makes me feel like cropping it to make it straight but i can't be bothered. he did take some nice photos and i could take a few of the slant ones but all? it was all taken with that angle - except for the couple taken by others of him.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnN9y-TF3YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/451svB4G1H8/s1600-h/077+Bar+Savahn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnN9y-TF3YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/451svB4G1H8/s320/077+Bar+Savahn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076539519646686594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i'll try to remember to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; photos when i get to the office later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8435640870140623873?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8435640870140623873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8435640870140623873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8435640870140623873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8435640870140623873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/ultimate-slumber-party.html' title='the ultimate slumber party'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnOBsuTF3ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/RZnldIKjQpI/s72-c/075+Bar+Savahn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-1910224787183808157</id><published>2007-06-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:26:18.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad is stronger than yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnNj8OTF3UI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B8_bKe0G7MM/s1600-h/dad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnNj8OTF3UI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B8_bKe0G7MM/s320/dad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076511091258154306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;working tomorrow. we're having a father's day event at sunway lagoon and i've managed to get my friends to join.
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it's going to be a fun thing, for them at least, as it'll be a race between families at the park. i'd definitely join for the fun, if not for the grand prize - a pair of tickets to paris. i think the teams would enjoy it and get to spend time with their family.
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so i'll be there from 8am till evening and going over later today for the setup. hope everything would go well tomorrow. i have this feeling that i'd be running all over the place. but then again, maybe not.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

it's not my project but i'm in charge now cause edmund had to be in penang. else, i'd get to laze around at sunway lagoon tomorrow. tee hee.
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will try to put up some photos of the event next week. if anyone in kl happens to read this and is interested in joining, do let me know. i still need 3 more teams of 4 family members. no registration fee, no nothing, even entry passes and food are provided. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;see, told you i'd join if i could!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-1910224787183808157?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/1910224787183808157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=1910224787183808157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1910224787183808157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1910224787183808157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dad-is-stronger-than-yours.html' title='my dad is stronger than yours'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RnNj8OTF3UI/AAAAAAAAAWw/B8_bKe0G7MM/s72-c/dad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7696595634345743840</id><published>2007-06-12T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:48:31.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hardest word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rm559-TF3TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sIO6bgJCy64/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rm559-TF3TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sIO6bgJCy64/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075127935695183154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7696595634345743840?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7696595634345743840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7696595634345743840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7696595634345743840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7696595634345743840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/hardest-word.html' title='the hardest word'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rm559-TF3TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sIO6bgJCy64/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3000529899568869680</id><published>2007-06-11T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:41:00.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spinster</title><content type='html'>suddenly realized that i'm getting old - seriously. always thought that i'd get married between the age of 24 - 27 and now that i'm 24, don't think i'd actually get married within the next few years.
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how did this topic come about? well, i bumped into boss' wife at the train station and it was a pleasant experience though short. anyway, i was thinking how sweet a couple she and boss make and their daughter is really adorable too.
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then i wondered if i was being a kiss ass to boss by telling him how much i admire his wife. the answer came to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, for we do have so much in common - personality wise. she has this quiet confidence and though she seems shy, her gestures and attitude towards people are warm and friendly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(okay, maybe i'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; nice but our personalities are almost similar)&lt;/span&gt;.
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i remembered that she was only a few years older than i am and that means she got married at about my age or so.
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hence, the marriage thing. wonder if i'd ever get married. would like to have children but i'm not ready to settle down just yet. perhaps i'm afraid of commitments, though i never admit it. am still young and i certainly wouldn't want to be tied up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not literally, you bondage freak!)&lt;/span&gt; at this moment.
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but i love kids and told my sister over the weekend about the boy i met in the train and how i wanted to adopt a child immediately. or i might just kidnap the next adorable kid i see.
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&lt;font size="4"&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3000529899568869680?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3000529899568869680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3000529899568869680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3000529899568869680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3000529899568869680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/spinster.html' title='spinster'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5011078106673032653</id><published>2007-06-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:19:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday schmonday</title><content type='html'>so i hate mondays. work today is driving me absolutely crazy cause i'm dreading every minute spent sitting here.
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sure, i have some stuff to settle. and not that i'm totally slacking off, it's just that i'm working at a less productive rate - i reply on average an email and make two phone calls per hour. it's not too bad, is it?
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anyway, just found out a new executive will be joining us - well, the 988 side. she's a friend of edmund. don't know why, but i'm getting a bad vibe from this whole thing. she's got a cute face and she does somehow look familiar but i don't think i've ever met her before. maybe i'm just intimidated or something.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rm0PReTF3QI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FHzTYI9IZyw/s1600-h/sheesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rm0PReTF3QI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FHzTYI9IZyw/s320/sheesh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074729147981749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;think i'm experiencing what &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/characters/daffyd.shtml"&gt;daffyd&lt;/a&gt;, the only gay in the village (little britain) did when another gay moves in to the welsh town of llanddewi brefi.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

except that i'm not really gay and the new girl's not gay either. maybe it's the fact that she's an australian university graduate as well? but i don't think so. perhaps i'm just worried that her cute face would make her the most popular girl in the company - although i'm not one. hehe.
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guess i'm just sick and tired of working. i need a holiday. and my hong kong trip is well over 140 days to come.
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5011078106673032653?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5011078106673032653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5011078106673032653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5011078106673032653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5011078106673032653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-schmonday.html' title='monday schmonday'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rm0PReTF3QI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FHzTYI9IZyw/s72-c/sheesh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-6431997704407820935</id><published>2007-06-09T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:58:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she came and left</title><content type='html'>it's been a week since dom left. the office was rather quiet, but it was still alright as it somehow seems as if she was at the star's office for a week.
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i missed having someone to talk to. whenever i've anything on my mind, i'd find myself at the program department talking to dom. she's such a great listener and although she doesn't have many stories about herself, her friends' stories are fascinating enough.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_MOTF3NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pn3m_6p5jsA/s1600-h/PICT0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_MOTF3NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pn3m_6p5jsA/s320/PICT0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937409415437522" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there's so much to tell her, so much to share. it's sad to know that a colleague who has became a close friend and confidante is no longer there.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;no more annoying smells of dewberry body lotion, no more pointing out at her dry skin, no more photocopy dates, no more taunts, no more crazy '&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feng-tau&lt;/font&gt;'-rain-dance and a whole lot of no mores.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_M-TF3PI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xdKcmpNfHyw/s1600-h/PICT0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_M-TF3PI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xdKcmpNfHyw/s320/PICT0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937422300339442" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she dropped by the office yesterday, and i was desperate to tell her everything. too bad she had to leave so soon, else we'd get to catch up on the past week's happenings. does feel weird not having someone to talk to anymore.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_MuTF3OI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aIwmcxFQ2L0/s1600-h/PICT0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_MuTF3OI/AAAAAAAAAWE/aIwmcxFQ2L0/s320/PICT0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937418005372130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;boo hoo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-6431997704407820935?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/6431997704407820935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=6431997704407820935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6431997704407820935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6431997704407820935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-came-and-left.html' title='she came and left'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rmo_MOTF3NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pn3m_6p5jsA/s72-c/PICT0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-196191755973547125</id><published>2007-06-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:56:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple smile</title><content type='html'>just got home. felt like writing this down immediately cause i want to remember this later on in my life.
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my train ride home was the usual, but not as crowded as it was already getting late. halfway through, a young malay boy between 8-10 years sat opposite. at first, i didn't notice him. he held a big striped tote with a mydin plastic bag dangling from his hand to the floor.
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he wore a white sarawak t-shirt, black bermudas and slippers. then i noticed his face - he had a really cute one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"such an adorable kid"&lt;/span&gt;, i thought to myself. his big brown eyes scanned the train and he looked at the route map at the top of the doors as we passed each station.
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and then he caught me staring at him. i smiled, for he looked so adorable.
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the journey was long, and we caught each other's eyes again. this time, he smiled for he was shy. then we happen to look at each other again and we both started laughing in silence, uncontrollably. my cheeks started to blush and he tried to hide his smile with his one free hand.
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many a times our eyes met and we tried not to laugh. it somehow turned out to be a game of endurance - one which you're not supposed to laugh or grin in the train.
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we arrived at my stop and i reluctantly waved goodbye.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmlRqeTF3MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZHW2Na3uhh4/s1600-h/DSCN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmlRqeTF3MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZHW2Na3uhh4/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073676245339069634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is a story to remind all of us how a simple thing can be so beautiful. all the worries in the world suddenly disappears when you stop to think and just appreciate the simple pleasures in life. and this little boy, with ever curious and intriguing eyes has made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-196191755973547125?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/196191755973547125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=196191755973547125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/196191755973547125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/196191755973547125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/simple-smile.html' title='a simple smile'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmlRqeTF3MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZHW2Na3uhh4/s72-c/DSCN0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-834416176338721430</id><published>2007-06-08T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:37:34.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always look on the bright side of life</title><content type='html'>am feeling a little mellow today. it's sad to know how some things are not meant to be and you'd never find out if it'd even work out in the end.
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life always puts you on the spot, where a decision is needed and there is no room for uncertainties. never understood why things have to be so complicated when you could live without a care and not having to worry at all.
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my thoughts are in a mess at the moment.
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but i've decided to let things be. was chatting with marco, my ex-housemate in perth and he reminded me how short life is and that we should be doing things that make ourselves happy. he's right - and also very hippie. upon telling me that, he realized that he just gave me a very hippie advice.
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;so don't worry, be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*whistles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-834416176338721430?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/834416176338721430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=834416176338721430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/834416176338721430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/834416176338721430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='always look on the bright side of life'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7759187075220784399</id><published>2007-06-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:03:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may is gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmgYieTF3JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QPqK-g0pRLY/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmgYieTF3JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QPqK-g0pRLY/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073331960760622226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;a lot had happen last month. and i look fat in the photo with gladys.
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ayu the receptionist told me i got fatter compared to when i joined the company last year. so i'm more determined to lose weight now. 3 days of super dry tuna pasta for lunch should already help kick off my healthy eating campaign. though dinner is a totally different thing, i try not to binge while sitting in front of the computer at work. and cut down on the mamak food.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*boring*&lt;/span&gt;
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anyway, sitting at the pantry was interesting. kak mah, the tea lady is so adorable and she's so nice. she's like everyone's grandmother in the office and she calls timmund (the only person i know with the name) - timun, which means cucumber in malay. it's so funny.
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ooh, i bought a satsuma body polish from body shop today and used it immediately. it has a light orangy smell and it's a light scrub that can be used daily. skin feels smoother after use. i love it!
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okay, bed time. i've been trying to get to work early and tag in before 9am but i'm always a few minutes late! super annoying, i tell you. this is due to hr who suddenly decides to issue a report to all departments and requires every staff who goes to work later than 9am to give a reason as to why you're late for work.
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if you tag in at 9.03am, you're late! the number would be in red. needless to say if you're later than that, the number will be in red too. but 9.00am sharp, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;late!&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous, i say!
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nevertheless, i'm determined to have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;non-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; number in my report!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7759187075220784399?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7759187075220784399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7759187075220784399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7759187075220784399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7759187075220784399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-is-gay.html' title='may is gay'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmgYieTF3JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QPqK-g0pRLY/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-1813518680240164049</id><published>2007-06-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:48:15.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beshena!</title><content type='html'>everyone, meet my sister.
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her name is julia and she is obviously not as hot as i am.
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though younger, people sometimes think she's the older sister. which of course, is not always a bad thing.
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she says '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beshena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', which nobody really knows what it means and neither does she.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rma4WeTF3II/AAAAAAAAAVU/6bf8kgGI1YA/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rma4WeTF3II/AAAAAAAAAVU/6bf8kgGI1YA/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072944726509214850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;a brat, she is and could be very disrespectful at times, she's still my sister. i know, i'm the best sister ever.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;
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okay, maybe not the best but the coolest.
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;fo shizzle mah nizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-1813518680240164049?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/1813518680240164049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=1813518680240164049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1813518680240164049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1813518680240164049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/beshena.html' title='beshena!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rma4WeTF3II/AAAAAAAAAVU/6bf8kgGI1YA/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8074797235431963303</id><published>2007-06-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:38:33.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbq buffet</title><content type='html'>don't remember eating so much in a long time. went to millennium for a bbq buffet to celebrate my uncle's birthday - his treat. the traffic jam was horrific on saturday evening due to the traffic jam and thanks to that road at imbi being closed, cars was barely moving on the roads in bukit bintang.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmQU6eSW6uI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gpX0ZMvSBRY/s1600-h/Resize+of+2007-06-02-+Gary%27s+B%27day+at+Millenium+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmQU6eSW6uI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gpX0ZMvSBRY/s320/Resize+of+2007-06-02-+Gary%27s+B%27day+at+Millenium+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072202075121052386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyway, we were a little late but wasted no time to get food immediately after arriving at the table where the rest of the family's already eating. the buffet spread was fabulous and i had rounds after rounds of food. don't quite remember when was the last time i was so happy to just be with family and lots of food around.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmQU6uSW6vI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2D1Mu0WXJ7Y/s1600-h/Resize+of+Rotation+of+2007-06-02-+Gary%27s+B%27day+at+Millenium+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmQU6uSW6vI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2D1Mu0WXJ7Y/s320/Resize+of+Rotation+of+2007-06-02-+Gary%27s+B%27day+at+Millenium+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072202079416019698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wonder when the next buffet thing going's to happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8074797235431963303?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8074797235431963303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8074797235431963303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8074797235431963303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8074797235431963303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/bbq-buffet.html' title='bbq buffet'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RmQU6eSW6uI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gpX0ZMvSBRY/s72-c/Resize+of+2007-06-02-+Gary%27s+B%27day+at+Millenium+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3652731827452884356</id><published>2007-06-02T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:27:17.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for nothing</title><content type='html'>wanted to go to queen's park at 10am but looks like i'm not going as my uncle wanted to come along. then he had to make an important phone call and then mum called up to tell us to meet them at alor for breakfast.
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no way, i'm not going there. my sister was on the phone with her and apparently we're to go to alor cause &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it's an order"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;
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i don't give a rat's ass.
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now i'm upset cause my plans of going to queens park in the morning is scrapped. and they're absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; making me go to alor.
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oh, they're home already? hmm...
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well, whatever their plans are i'm not stepping foot in alor. just don't feel like going there for some unknown reason. maybe it's the crowd that i'm trying to avoid.
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anyway, i'm rambling incessantly today simply cause i'm bored.
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bleh.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;:: just found out that it wasn't mum who called up. it was my aunt and i kinda knew cause it was rather strange of mum to order us around. not good, cause my sis put the phone on speakers and i yelled out after she poked me multiple times to protest about going to alor. not good, i guess my aunt's a bit upset with me now and that is the last thing anyone would want to do. oh, lordy!::&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/13111195-3652731827452884356?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3652731827452884356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3652731827452884356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3652731827452884356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3652731827452884356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-for-nothing.html' title='waiting for nothing'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-6023819793870654032</id><published>2007-05-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:20:49.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pity</title><content type='html'>it was nice to catch up with an old friend last night, who finally decided to come back from bumming around in new zealand and australia. she was glowing, for she had met a guy while backpacking few months ago and i'm sincerely happy for her.
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we talked for a few hours but fell asleep at almost 2am. hence, the slight grumpyness experienced in the morning at work.
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there were 2 phone calls that made me laugh this very morning. one, was from reuben who paused a while and asked the funniest question ever. then there's another friend who told me that he was actually told by someone that my mum owned the radio station i'm working at, which was hilariously absurd!
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well, i wish.
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work today was pretty slow, as usual. find it hard to motivate myself to work this week. perhaps it's because i know i will not be able to hang around and tell dom everything or it could just be that i'm exhausted. felt that i can't cope with all the workload somehow but yet i know i could do it.
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i'm sad lately for the things that i see happening around me. just yesterday, i felt really bad as i saw this old man in the train who looked very sickly. i occasionally see him and he was weak as always, but this time he seemed like he needed help. he was perspiring and he hung his head real low, with his hands shaking. he had a pipe in front his throat, to enable him to breathe. there was this stench of urea and i suspect he'd wet himself.
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all i could do was offer him my seat and asked if he's alright. he meekly nodded then stooped down on the seat. he looked like he was in pain and all of a sudden, i thought of grandpa and how my aunt described he was in pain the night before he died. my eyes start to water. i arrived at my stop and i felt so selfish to leave the sickly old man alone. but i had no choice, for i have my own priorities and he didn't want any help.
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i wish he got home safe and sound, to his family yesterday. i admire his strength and will, as he's not only old but also ill and yet he is still very determined to work. we should all appreciate what we have in life and never take anyone or anything for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-6023819793870654032?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/6023819793870654032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=6023819793870654032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6023819793870654032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6023819793870654032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/pity.html' title='pity'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5856841747632832456</id><published>2007-05-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:22:33.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues and new red shoes</title><content type='html'>am totally happy cause i bought myself a pair of absolutely fabulous red shoes! was half an hour early for an appointment at 1 utama so i decided to walk around the shops.
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went into nose and saw this adorable range of shoes and the shiny red one caught my attention. i tried it on, just for the fun of it and had the sudden urge to own it cause it's simply cute! besides, i never had any red shoes and it's my very first one on that color and also lady-ish!
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dom's thinking of getting the green one and if she does, we'll wear it to work together! we could even wear the same skirt that we have. heheh.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlrWpzsv6II/AAAAAAAAAU0/gZKnIUGXYBg/s1600-h/P5281690.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlrXaTsv6JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8efmdgg9jUc/s1600-h/P5281690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlrXaTsv6JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8efmdgg9jUc/s320/P5281690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069601177523447954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ooh, i sound like a bimbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5856841747632832456?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5856841747632832456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5856841747632832456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5856841747632832456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5856841747632832456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-blues-and-new-red-shoes.html' title='monday blues and new red shoes'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlrXaTsv6JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8efmdgg9jUc/s72-c/P5281690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3938281693022943981</id><published>2007-05-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:53:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend, dom</title><content type='html'>i really love talking to dom.
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we agree on most things and get along so well. i feel as if i could tell her anything and everything! perhaps she's a just a very good listener or she's just a really nice friend to have.
for sure am going to miss her when she leaves. who am i going to talk to about things? and who am i going to bitch about others to?
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sure, there's nisha and mary but it'll never be the same cause we're totally on the same wavelength and agree on just about everything (except for the fried sardine rice)! the fact that we've got the same taste in men is amazing, for i never knew anyone who does! our very first photocopy date, not too long ago, will be something that i will not forget.
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i'm also glad to know how you (and nisha) agreed with me on the girlfriends' rule, which proved that i'm not really psychotic.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlLq0jsv6FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/A92Q2-AwZS8/s1600-h/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlLq0jsv6FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/A92Q2-AwZS8/s320/bff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067370719402256466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there's so much to say, so much to miss about you.
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having said all those, i thank you for being a such great listener and a friend.
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"i lau you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3938281693022943981?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3938281693022943981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3938281693022943981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3938281693022943981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3938281693022943981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-dom.html' title='my friend, dom'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RlLq0jsv6FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/A92Q2-AwZS8/s72-c/bff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-6161304941556590699</id><published>2007-05-20T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:11:08.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotting of boredom</title><content type='html'>really don't know what to do. there's nothing good on tv and i'm done watching prison break season 2!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i've more pimples on my face today and sort of missing my long hair. i sometimes cant stand the sides, or rather 'handlebars' as mary calls it. apparently she feels the urge to grab a scissors and cut off both sides of my hair. you know what, so do i.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rk_l2Tsv6EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/IajqSWl9KO0/s1600-h/colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rk_l2Tsv6EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/IajqSWl9KO0/s320/colors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066520826978756674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
see mary, i can be a person who writes anything on their blog and be interesting at the same time... &lt;font size="5"&gt;right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-6161304941556590699?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/6161304941556590699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=6161304941556590699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6161304941556590699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6161304941556590699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/rotting-of-boredom.html' title='rotting of boredom'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rk_l2Tsv6EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/IajqSWl9KO0/s72-c/colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7164168946174683561</id><published>2007-05-20T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:24:50.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damned cliffhangers</title><content type='html'>just finished my prison break season 2 marathon. i now have no more reason to live. so there's season 3 but where is it? it'll be months till i get my hands on season 3 dvds.
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sigh.
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been pretty busy lately, running about trying to sort things out with sales, programming, my very own department and also the clients. it's so frustrating that i seem to have lost my appetite.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjRq1pXLtCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PyOy6F7SqUQ/s1600-h/sun+bask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjRq1pXLtCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PyOy6F7SqUQ/s320/sun+bask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058785751312610338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;on another note, i've just found out that another colleague knows about my blog! and i think it's all big-mouth terry's fault! then mary made me tell her where my blog is. and boss forced me to spit out my blog address so he knows too. now, i've to be extra careful when i feel like bitching about my workmates here.
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but then again, i don't really give a rats ass. =) it's just a blog and i'm merely expressing myself here. and my boss is smart enough to not be influenced by what people say anyway, cause he knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7164168946174683561?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7164168946174683561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7164168946174683561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7164168946174683561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7164168946174683561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/damned-cliffhangers.html' title='damned cliffhangers'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjRq1pXLtCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PyOy6F7SqUQ/s72-c/sun+bask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5728042391041691522</id><published>2007-05-12T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:19:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a kyoji hamamura</title><content type='html'>this saturday is just plain boring. nothing really good on tv but i'm watching this weird movie about this japanese mafia leaving for phuket on board a dingy ship. there's some funny parts in it that makes him so adorable, albeit his horrible long hair, tied up in a ponytail. just makes me want to have a  japanese guy for myself!
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *winks*&lt;/span&gt;
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i guess the movie's supposed to be a horror film. oh gosh, he's so funny - especially with his accent. reminds me very much of daisaku! okay, daisaku's english is getting worse and harder to comprehend. he called me the other day, which was very sweet and we talked for almost an hour.
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okay, i'm going to watch kyoji hamamura (that's the japanese guy's name in the movie) cause he's so silly he's cute! and wait for mum to come home and then off to the dentist. thinking of getting a haircut, so i might just do that right after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5728042391041691522?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5728042391041691522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5728042391041691522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5728042391041691522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5728042391041691522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-kyoji-hamamura.html' title='i want a kyoji hamamura'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5993882990798317186</id><published>2007-05-10T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:37:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too adorable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/jxKZADe2Oc0" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/jxKZADe2Oc0" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;here's another version, which is hilarious! captain picard suddenly breaks out into the song with a stick, dancing around.
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sorry, just have this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; strong urge to share these with moosemousse and to spread the joy.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5993882990798317186?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5993882990798317186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5993882990798317186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5993882990798317186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5993882990798317186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-adorable.html' title='too adorable!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8972019964082601621</id><published>2007-05-10T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:35:25.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 'ear worm'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/v8pV_KC9hSI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/v8pV_KC9hSI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suddenly sang this song to mum in a weird high-pitched tone earlier simply to annoy her. and i can't stop singing it!
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this is one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; time favorite song and it makes me smile. =)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8972019964082601621?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8972019964082601621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8972019964082601621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8972019964082601621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8972019964082601621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/sesame-street-you-adorable.html' title='the &apos;ear worm&apos;'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-56480972692734019</id><published>2007-05-07T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:36:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tiring terengganu trip</title><content type='html'>trip was exhausting. was barely at kenyir for a full day, minus the sleep time. drive there was horribly long, but it was funny how my colleague saw 2 german backpackers walking along the road on the way to rantau abang and decided to give them a ride.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9CwJXLtFI/AAAAAAAAATM/GLbw8wOi4wY/s1600-h/P5041093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9CwJXLtFI/AAAAAAAAATM/GLbw8wOi4wY/s320/P5041093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061837901102036050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;arrived about 8pm, thanks to stupid anoo who insisted we take the longer way to kenyir because they needed a fuse box but never bothered to let us know they didn't need it till after we rounded a town, hunting for an electrical shop, thus resulting us in getting there later, more exhausted, and upset. well, at least i was upset because he never even apologized for not informing us. we're not donkeys nor his servants, so i got there with a pissy mood.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we only got back to our rooms about 9pm or so, thanks to anoo again who insisted we see the outside studio immediately. and of course, i didn't appreciate it but nobody cared.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9F-ZXLtJI/AAAAAAAAATs/zYW5MCFxDNY/s1600-h/P5041096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9F-ZXLtJI/AAAAAAAAATs/zYW5MCFxDNY/s320/P5041096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061841444450055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;got up at 5.30 in the morning to meet anoo at the lobby at 6.15am to only find out we could have stayed in bed and only have breakfast at 7am then only to go over to the game site. this is of course, thanks to anoo again.
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then he said to meet at the carpark at 7.30am after our breakfast, but good thing i didn't get there on time. sure enough, he sms-ed at 7.40am to let me know he's on his way and to remind me of our rendezvous.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9D75XLtHI/AAAAAAAAATc/2qeaPNgZRug/s1600-h/P5051151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9D75XLtHI/AAAAAAAAATc/2qeaPNgZRug/s320/P5051151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061839202477126770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the event went pretty smoothly, and i did enjoy it despite the oversized t-shirt that i have to wear. when i say oversized, i mean XL oversized. we packed up and left after the flag off. said we'd meet in 30 minutes and being me, i hurried in packing and showering. called anoo up and they said they weren't ready.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9F-pXLtKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/V4dIYODrKKQ/s1600-h/P5051227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9F-pXLtKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/V4dIYODrKKQ/s320/P5051227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061841448745022626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;see, it's not always the case of girls being slower than guys.
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anyway, anoo said they'd be ready in 10 minutes and so the intern and i waited while watching tv to receive an sms from the most-unpunctual-person-in-the-world that they are ready. we quickly did a check around the room to see if we left anything behind and grabbed our bags to leave. went to their room and they were not ready.
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so we went to feed the deers some of the bananas we had and the last person to come out was edmund. took them about 10-15 minutes! i was too busy occupying myself with taking photos of the deers so i didn't really cared.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9F-JXLtII/AAAAAAAAATk/6yb0mxhnfig/s1600-h/P5051239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9F-JXLtII/AAAAAAAAATk/6yb0mxhnfig/s320/P5051239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061841440155088002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;moral of the story is: always be punctual. not being punctual just shows that you are irresponsible, not trustworthy and absolutely deserve to be dissed on my blog.
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p.s. other than that, anoo really is a great guy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-56480972692734019?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/56480972692734019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=56480972692734019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/56480972692734019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/56480972692734019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/tiring-terengganu-trip.html' title='the tiring terengganu trip'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rj9CwJXLtFI/AAAAAAAAATM/GLbw8wOi4wY/s72-c/P5041093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8336701402336534849</id><published>2007-05-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:08:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has been exactly 2 years since you left us. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;coincidentally, i was in kuantan for an hour or so today, passing through from terengganu on the way back to kuala lumpur.
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i saw you everywhere, on your motorbike passing our car, with a big grin on your face.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passed by the schools that i used to go to. i loved it when you pick me up after school, as you take me to lunch and you let me order whatever drink i want, even the expensive birds nest ones.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i still remember how i loved this shop near school that sells cute stuff and i had my eye on things that i couldn't afford. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd always walk in with me and let me pick whatever i wanted. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hope you're doing fine, kong kong. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i will see you again, someday.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjycXpXLtEI/AAAAAAAAATE/wNzTJDxhwgQ/s1600-h/datuk+dan+yong+ju+li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjycXpXLtEI/AAAAAAAAATE/wNzTJDxhwgQ/s320/datuk+dan+yong+ju+li.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061092011311608898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;juli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8336701402336534849?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8336701402336534849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8336701402336534849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8336701402336534849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8336701402336534849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/with-love.html' title='with love'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjycXpXLtEI/AAAAAAAAATE/wNzTJDxhwgQ/s72-c/datuk+dan+yong+ju+li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5821429780167254118</id><published>2007-05-01T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:08:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i</title><content type='html'>am angry with the world today
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hate it when things don't go my way, when people won't do as i wanted them to
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feel so low and almost as if have lost hope on life, as every happy thoughts that i fiercely tried to instill in my selfish mind vanishes
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want to run away and leave everything behind
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need nothing but myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5821429780167254118?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5821429780167254118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5821429780167254118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5821429780167254118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5821429780167254118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/05/i.html' title='i'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3537008990658694390</id><published>2007-04-26T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:28:09.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raindrops</title><content type='html'>... keep falling on my head.
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i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; feel like singing  along to this song, thanks to a friend who came up with a random suggestion of collecting rain this afternoon in a chat.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;2:50 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;: hujans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;2:51 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: yas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:00 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;: thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:01 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;wanna collect rain water :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: whoa, sounds like a good plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:02 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;: * walks around looking for baldi *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:03 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;searches drawers for old water bottles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:05 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;: wheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: hahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:06 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ahh, it feels like i'm young again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so carefree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and innocent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;cue to song "raindrops keep falling on my head..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:08 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;: you are YOUNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;WE ARE YOUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
anyway, here are some more photos taken with my phone. this is where i work, in the white building, where i dread to go to every weekday.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZoZXLs8I/AAAAAAAAASE/8N20gcjHCVc/s1600-h/19-04-07_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZoZXLs8I/AAAAAAAAASE/8N20gcjHCVc/s320/19-04-07_1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057711300819006402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and this, is the sun peeking from the side of a hotel, as if playing hide-and-seek. its almost as if she is aware of her own beauty as she scrutinizes her reflection on the water.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZo5XLs-I/AAAAAAAAASU/yxIaE2fQmOs/s1600-h/20-04-07_1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZo5XLs-I/AAAAAAAAASU/yxIaE2fQmOs/s320/20-04-07_1912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057711309408941026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and it looks so beautiful here, as she waves goodbye, almost reluctantly.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZpJXLs_I/AAAAAAAAASc/P38j-dv3pHQ/s1600-h/20-04-07_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZpJXLs_I/AAAAAAAAASc/P38j-dv3pHQ/s320/20-04-07_1913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057711313703908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i guess sometimes it's the simple things in life that make life itself special and so much worth living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3537008990658694390?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3537008990658694390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3537008990658694390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3537008990658694390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3537008990658694390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/raindrops.html' title='raindrops'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RjCZoZXLs8I/AAAAAAAAASE/8N20gcjHCVc/s72-c/19-04-07_1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-2450690946052040900</id><published>2007-04-26T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:40:44.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baboon-butt face</title><content type='html'>it pisses me off to think how some people can easily get away with things. how unfair life is, that these people are already getting things their way because of their looks and knowing how superficial most people are, they give in to these useless people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i mean, come on. i know i slack off at work, but this baboon-butt face person is supposedly my &amp;#39;senior&amp;#39; and yet that baboon-butt face is chatting away on msn everyday more than the interns and the rest of the people in the office. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the worst part is that baboon-butt face&amp;#39;s salary is much higher than mine and it does seem like i&amp;#39;m doing more work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;even the interns do more work than baboon-butt face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;coming in at about 9.30am  is still tolerable, but coming in at 10am today is just unprofessional. sure, our department culture is laidback and the boss does not care if you come in late as long as you deliver your work, it&amp;#39;s fine. but you, you baboon-butt face, do not really deliver and you&amp;#39;re coming in late and leaving at 6pm sharp. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;call me biased, or perhaps a shallow person who could just not let go of the past, but baboon-butt face has to go. the loud and disgusting burps, the toilet key hogging, the reading magazines at work, the constant chatting and breaking out in laughter leading to a choke, the loud tea sipping, the singing, the yelling to put the radio louder because that particular favorite song is being played, the noise from all the stupid forwarded videos played, the heavy scent of ointment lingering around the office due to a certain habit of nose dipping with ointment, the annoying call out to everyone to check out the magazine/email/whatever and etc - i&amp;#39;m sick and tired of all this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;baboon-butt face is by far, the worst person i&amp;#39;ve ever met in my entire life.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-2450690946052040900?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/2450690946052040900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=2450690946052040900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2450690946052040900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2450690946052040900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/baboon-butt-face.html' title='baboon-butt face'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5587286742792049742</id><published>2007-04-21T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:00:54.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie</title><content type='html'>so glad its the weekend.
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the whole week has been a nightmare, i was a zombie at work. had suddenly lost the motivation to work. it could be the fact that erin has left the department or perhaps it was just that i didn't have enough of the weekend.
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the traffic jam is getting worse lately. weird.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RinFT_zAtFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1vHKFdcTCHU/s1600-h/10-04-07_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RinFT_zAtFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1vHKFdcTCHU/s320/10-04-07_0902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055789004033668178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and i've suddenly the urge of taking photos with my mobile phone. will share it slowly with you here.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RinFT_zAtEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NVnJzat4rXc/s1600-h/10-04-07_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RinFT_zAtEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/NVnJzat4rXc/s320/10-04-07_0901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055789004033668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is the temple i see every morning, on the way to work. they've renovated it and it looks pretty now. dad and i saw the transition process of when they were building it and painted it. now that i think of it, it's as if we've witnessed something special together - the rebirth of something sacred though we may not realize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5587286742792049742?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5587286742792049742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5587286742792049742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5587286742792049742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5587286742792049742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/zombie.html' title='zombie'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RinFT_zAtFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1vHKFdcTCHU/s72-c/10-04-07_0902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5144616787656807656</id><published>2007-04-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:53:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pilon!</title><content type='html'>i think i missed vik's birthday, though nico said it's today. and i guess it's his today but my yesterday.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sorry vik, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;happy 24th birthday&lt;/span&gt; to you anyway!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9IPzAtCI/AAAAAAAAARk/QCaqgRSREbw/s1600-h/vikijuli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9IPzAtCI/AAAAAAAAARk/QCaqgRSREbw/s320/vikijuli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055146687379584034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i might never have experienced mauritian parties without you. and thank you for cooking me meals in perth!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9HPzAs_I/AAAAAAAAARM/MTYxBRbO4Cc/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9HPzAs_I/AAAAAAAAARM/MTYxBRbO4Cc/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055146670199714802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;certainly miss hanging out and doing crazy stuff with you, couyon!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9H_zAtBI/AAAAAAAAARc/maeLbnjEUz8/s1600-h/vikmoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9H_zAtBI/AAAAAAAAARc/maeLbnjEUz8/s320/vikmoose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055146683084616722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;see you soon (i hope), my brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5144616787656807656?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5144616787656807656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5144616787656807656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5144616787656807656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5144616787656807656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/pilon.html' title='pilon!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rid9IPzAtCI/AAAAAAAAARk/QCaqgRSREbw/s72-c/vikijuli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-4497843064098173575</id><published>2007-04-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:51:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want another holiday</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting in my room, trying to decide whether to book a cheap flight to travel end of this year. torn in between hanoi and macau, i also put into consideration the fact that sweeps might be in october and there's so many other factors that is stopping me from buying the flight ticket!
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tension, tension, tension.
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and air asia's booking period ends friday!
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how?&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/13111195-4497843064098173575?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/4497843064098173575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=4497843064098173575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4497843064098173575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4497843064098173575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-another-holiday.html' title='i want another holiday'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5162965979488880138</id><published>2007-04-15T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:19:44.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend's convocation</title><content type='html'>was at a ms' convocation at shangri-la earlier today. as you might already know, we did not get her flowers just like everyone else.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgrtVJwLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S1d54l69g6Q/s1600-h/DSCN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgrtVJwLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S1d54l69g6Q/s320/DSCN0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053637667137896626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;met up at ml's place tad earlier to help prepare and decorate the egg basket. doris was already there, desperately trying to coat the eggs in red coloring for it wouldn't stick onto the shell.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgsNVJwMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/g9dBkGdWNAI/s1600-h/DSCN0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgsNVJwMI/AAAAAAAAAQE/g9dBkGdWNAI/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053637675727831234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then ky came with the cake, of which i felt was totally unnecessary. and they made fun of my incompetency at calculation, those mean bitches.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgstVJwNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PPelqHcaAWo/s1600-h/DSCN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgstVJwNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PPelqHcaAWo/s320/DSCN0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053637684317765842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the way to the hotel was unbelievable. it's extraordinary hot today and ml's air condition wasn't somehow working and all of us were soaking wet from our sweat, in the extremely warm car. it was so hot, i felt like passing out or something.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgtNVJwOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DvCK73--9s8/s1600-h/DSCN0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgtNVJwOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DvCK73--9s8/s320/DSCN0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053637692907700450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;when we got there, there were already so many people around as they've already gotten out of the hall. and yes, it was still uncomfortably warm that i wished i was at my bloody freezing office.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIib9VJwQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/b7nafWPg2oA/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIib9VJwQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/b7nafWPg2oA/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053639595578212610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;first headed for the drinks table for a cold glass of water, which wasn't much of a help but it did manage to cool us down a bit. then we found ms, took a photo with her and then went for the food (the roti jala and their curry chicken was pretty good).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIicdVJwRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xRjrYiL2d8c/s1600-h/DSCN0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIicdVJwRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xRjrYiL2d8c/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053639604168147218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;took so many photos but yet i felt it wasn't quite enough.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIlXdVJwUI/AAAAAAAAARE/df4Ihe8LlB0/s1600-h/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIlXdVJwUI/AAAAAAAAARE/df4Ihe8LlB0/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053642816803684674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;here's a photo we took in the car, with the air condition on full blast (as you can see) while we were stuck in a jam at the hotel's basement.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIiddVJwTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dohNu4GmnCc/s1600-h/DSCN0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIiddVJwTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dohNu4GmnCc/s320/DSCN0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053639621348016434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;went for ice-cream at the baskin robbins in queen's park after that. unfortunately, it wasn't cold enough to help my body cool down.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5162965979488880138?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5162965979488880138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5162965979488880138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5162965979488880138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5162965979488880138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-friends-convocation.html' title='my friend&apos;s convocation'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RiIgrtVJwLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S1d54l69g6Q/s72-c/DSCN0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-6899651899434382799</id><published>2007-04-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:23:19.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spot me!</title><content type='html'>look!
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i 'stole' this photo from my ex-classmate on friendster.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4xOtVJwKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gXSXxP51SNQ/s1600-h/mgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4xOtVJwKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gXSXxP51SNQ/s320/mgs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052529960712519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she posted up a few class photos and this is by far, my favorite-st! we're all so young and innocent, not forgetting extremely adorable!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

the school was pretty strict and everyone was required to either have their hair short, above the collar or have their hair tied up in a bun. and naturally, i was a tomboy back then. thanks to the school, i've been having horrible haircuts for 6 years in a row!
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but hey, can you find me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-6899651899434382799?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/6899651899434382799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=6899651899434382799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6899651899434382799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6899651899434382799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/spot-me.html' title='spot me!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4xOtVJwKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gXSXxP51SNQ/s72-c/mgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-4451690907595830665</id><published>2007-04-12T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:05:31.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite bangkok photos</title><content type='html'>suddenly felt like sharing some of my favorite bangkok photos with you privileged people who reads my blog, or happen to read my blog.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4Nb9VJwHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/M3dxEE2AA5A/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4Nb9VJwHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/M3dxEE2AA5A/s320/PICT0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052490605927186546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so here, is a classic shot of which millions of other tourists took (it's even on a postcard!) at the marble temple. the place was not as magnificent as what i thought it would be.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4NcdVJwII/AAAAAAAAAPk/UUn0OqORNIg/s1600-h/PICT0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4NcdVJwII/AAAAAAAAAPk/UUn0OqORNIg/s320/PICT0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052490614517121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is bangkok's chinatown. i stopped to snap a photo to only look back and see ky &amp; jazz busy taking photos of each other.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4NctVJwJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3mrsSAXc6HE/s1600-h/PICT0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4NctVJwJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3mrsSAXc6HE/s320/PICT0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052490618812088466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and this, is a poor little cute dog ml &amp;amp; i saw on our way back from breakfast the day we left bangkok. it's got a prepaid reload card's plastic stuck on his face and we thought how pitiful he looked, despite looking so adorable with the fur tied up in a ponytail.
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the plastic is somehow not quite visible in the photo, but i swear, it's there!
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-4451690907595830665?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/4451690907595830665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=4451690907595830665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4451690907595830665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4451690907595830665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/suddenly-felt-like-sharing-some-of-my.html' title='my favorite bangkok photos'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh4Nb9VJwHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/M3dxEE2AA5A/s72-c/PICT0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5376256738628497033</id><published>2007-04-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:01:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's ugly!</title><content type='html'>we're going to ms' convocation this sunday and decided to buy her presents. after emails of the discussion - the agreeing, disagreeing and what-nots, we've finally decided upon a bottle of wine and a basket of eggs (simply because she loves eggs).
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bought the wine yesterday and some wrapping papers. they gave me the task of wrapping the wine and this is what i've done to it.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh3XptVJwGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mVTSmgZHi2U/s1600-h/12-04-07_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh3XptVJwGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mVTSmgZHi2U/s320/12-04-07_1431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052431468522487906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i know, it's ugly. it didn't quite turn out the way i expected it to be.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh3XptVJwEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2n8eiXXMhaA/s1600-h/12-04-07_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh3XptVJwEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2n8eiXXMhaA/s320/12-04-07_1430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052431468522487874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sigh, they might just kill me for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5376256738628497033?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5376256738628497033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5376256738628497033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5376256738628497033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5376256738628497033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-ugly.html' title='it&apos;s ugly!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rh3XptVJwGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mVTSmgZHi2U/s72-c/12-04-07_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-2031894059140585694</id><published>2007-04-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:30:12.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing the jay leno</title><content type='html'>absolutely lazy to start writing my report for next week's meeting. this is bad. and to satisfy my boredom, i decided to play around , taking silly photos of myself just for the fun of it.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
this is me, looking like frankenstein's sister.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYiVAt17I/AAAAAAAAAOU/_U_swoDj5s8/s1600-h/Photo+90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYiVAt17I/AAAAAAAAAOU/_U_swoDj5s8/s320/Photo+90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050954697619134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i call this the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jay leno's strict headmistress mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYiVAt18I/AAAAAAAAAOc/b4RVuU0PlME/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYiVAt18I/AAAAAAAAAOc/b4RVuU0PlME/s320/Photo+86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050954697619134402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;juli leno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYilAt19I/AAAAAAAAAOk/bwVrFPhONd8/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYilAt19I/AAAAAAAAAOk/bwVrFPhONd8/s320/Photo+88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050954701914101714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-2031894059140585694?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/2031894059140585694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=2031894059140585694&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2031894059140585694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2031894059140585694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/doing-jay-leno.html' title='doing the jay leno'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhiYiVAt17I/AAAAAAAAAOU/_U_swoDj5s8/s72-c/Photo+90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5681679025040225282</id><published>2007-04-08T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:27:53.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's your least favorite singer?</title><content type='html'>came across this question the other day:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;name the one singer/artiste you can&amp;#39;t stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at that very moment, i couldn&amp;#39;t think of any. didn&amp;#39;t take me long to remember which, though. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s &lt;font size="6"&gt;shakira&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;totally diss the new song of beyonce and her. such horrid video, i thought to myself when i saw it couple days ago with a disgusted face although it was captivating, in a way as they both look alike and it just makes you want to know which one&amp;#39;s beyonce &amp;amp; shakira. annoyed the hell out of me. ugh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then there&amp;#39;s the whole list of other artistes whom i can&amp;#39;t stand listening to their music to: shania twain, christina aguilera, jojo, josh groban, hillary duff, crazy frog, chris daughtry, lindsay lohan, and the list goes on. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5681679025040225282?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5681679025040225282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5681679025040225282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5681679025040225282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5681679025040225282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/whos-your-least-favorite-singer.html' title='who&apos;s your least favorite singer?'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-4997839932537832132</id><published>2007-04-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:13:16.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pursuit of happyness</title><content type='html'>just finished watching the pursuit of happyness. made me think of my future and i guess of all movies, this one made me worry so much it hit me hard - that life is really hard.
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watching chris gardner's struggles to having a decent life, to give food and shelter to his young son, was pretty hard. it's especially harder to know that the character was not made-up and that really happened. and to also know that there are many other people who are also struggling to live out there is worse.
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then i start to worry about myself. i'm terrified to think that i would soon be on my own, without my parents who were always giving me almost everything i needed and wanted.
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the fact that am not 100% serious at my job is not good, i know. being 24 and sometimes i do feel as if i'm a failure at my age for not achieving as much as other people.
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but i'm content with my life, in some ways, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-4997839932537832132?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/4997839932537832132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=4997839932537832132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4997839932537832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4997839932537832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='my pursuit of happyness'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7623232527151897036</id><published>2007-04-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:21:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend in kuantan</title><content type='html'>now let me share with you some photos i've taken during the weekend trip to kuantan for qing ming.
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*listening to nidji in the background, on channel v. they're surprisingly good!*&lt;/span&gt;
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was fun to relax and hang out with kids at times. i love children! they bring out the kid in you and all the worries in the world seem to disappear when you muck-around with them. and here's a complete nutcase, thinking she's one of them (children).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZuaFAt12I/AAAAAAAAANs/bfkTZZKEnzE/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZuaFAt12I/AAAAAAAAANs/bfkTZZKEnzE/s320/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050345426443425634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we went to teluk cempedak, which was somewhat crowded as it was a public holiday that saturday.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZu2FAt15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/C1PDtYvOkuk/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZu2FAt15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/C1PDtYvOkuk/s320/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050345907479762834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;didn't take photos of the beach, for i was too lazy and didn't feel like it. besides, it was so hot my butt was perspiring.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZubFAt14I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6YTDDmZ1Cck/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZubFAt14I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6YTDDmZ1Cck/s320/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050345443623294850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there was this stall, where 2 men were making and selling personalized souvenirs. they cut names, even in chinese, out of plastic and it actually looked pretty cool.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZualAt13I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Yppe3Wfr6Mo/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZualAt13I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Yppe3Wfr6Mo/s320/PICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050345435033360242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;after that, we went for ice-kacang &amp; cendol somewhere else of which i don't know what the area is called. the tables was made of stainless steel and so were the bowls and spoons, which was way cool!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZu2lAt16I/AAAAAAAAAOM/1mKrubBcFuc/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZu2lAt16I/AAAAAAAAAOM/1mKrubBcFuc/s320/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050345916069697442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ok, so no photos of the actual ice-kacangs and cendols. we were too busy trying to cool ourselves down the high-caloried, sweet icy goodness of colorful shaved ice.
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feeling oh-so-exhausted. will just go to bed now. my report &amp; presentation for next week's offsite meeting awaits me in the morning.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7623232527151897036?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7623232527151897036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7623232527151897036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7623232527151897036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7623232527151897036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-in-kuantan.html' title='a weekend in kuantan'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhZuaFAt12I/AAAAAAAAANs/bfkTZZKEnzE/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3429390880721820296</id><published>2007-04-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:53:25.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry i emo-ed</title><content type='html'>apologies for emo-ing couple days ago. i'm much better now, just exhausted and in pain as i woke up this morning with a cramp in my left thigh. not too sure if it's a cramp?
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anyway, working till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; late tomorrow. there's this event at cafe flams, sunway tomorrow at 11pm. if anyone in kl happen to read this, why don't you drop by tomorrow? but be there about 9.30 to get a stamp from the red ryders for a free entry. it's basically a small affair, where jd &amp; nisha's going to be dressed up as a woman &amp;amp; a bikini respectively for the contest of battle of mars &amp;amp; venus, which is on their show. too lazy to explain. if you want to know more, just go.
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fussing over on my post-mortem report for sweep publicity. have no idea how to do it, so i googled up on how to write one as i'll be presenting it next friday at an off-site meeting.
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;
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there goes my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3429390880721820296?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3429390880721820296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3429390880721820296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3429390880721820296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3429390880721820296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-i-emo-ed.html' title='sorry i emo-ed'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-750498862748300421</id><published>2007-04-02T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:51:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all souls day</title><content type='html'>went back to my hometown over the weekend for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qingming_Festival"&gt;qingming&lt;/a&gt; festival to
pray and give offerings of  gold, money, clothes, etc in paper to our
ancestors.&lt;p&gt;we never made it a point to be back for qingming until
grandpa passed away couple years ago. everytime i visit my grandpa's
grave, i'd get all teared up even though it's already been a 2 years
since he left us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhq6BVEmI/AAAAAAAAANc/irEzI8vgE-E/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhdKBVElI/AAAAAAAAANU/sH9ero8RNBI/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have you ever had the feeling of regret and sadness every time you
leave your grandparents?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;leaving in a car, you see grandma and grandpa standing out front,
waving goodbye as you drive away. you don't know when you'd see them
again or if you'd ever see them again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhdKBVElI/AAAAAAAAANU/sH9ero8RNBI/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhdKBVElI/AAAAAAAAANU/sH9ero8RNBI/s320/PICT0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048853442048889426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i did. and unfortunately i never got to see my grandpa after waving
goodbye to him in 2005. he was already sick then, but gotten a bit
better over 2004's christmas. i had to go back to australia to
complete my studies, and i thought he'd at least still be here when i
come home in july.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but he didn't wait for me to come home. he left us in may 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i didn't get to say goodbye. didn't get to hug him or tell him how
much i love him. one of the man i love most in my life is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhPKBVEkI/AAAAAAAAANM/oKes0_TTJPc/s1600-h/vast+fields+of+pahang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhPKBVEkI/AAAAAAAAANM/oKes0_TTJPc/s320/vast+fields+of+pahang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048853201530720834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still remember your smile, short of a few tooth. you had a very
cheeky smile and always bought me breakfast whenever i'm back in kuantan. when you got sick, i
remember walking to have dim sum for breakfast with you when you stayed over our
house once. you were already weak and had trouble walking. being a
lazy person, i'm ever reluctant to walk out to get food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm glad you insisted on going out to have dim sum that day. our meal
was simple, and we had a quiet breakfast together. you didn't eat
much, you couldn't. i know you were already in pain, and it did hurt
me to know you're terribly sick. though ordinary, it was one of the
best meal i've ever had in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-750498862748300421?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/750498862748300421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=750498862748300421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/750498862748300421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/750498862748300421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-souls-day_02.html' title='all souls day'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RhEhdKBVElI/AAAAAAAAANU/sH9ero8RNBI/s72-c/PICT0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-8912590897992216616</id><published>2007-03-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:33:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even a donkey would be smarter than you</title><content type='html'>i find it amazing how people are so shallow. these people are those who do not get a simple joke of a 6 year old or sarcasm of which a donkey would die laughing his ass (pun intended) off.
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sigh.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
and this morning a dumbass winner attempted to spoil my day by giving me attitude over then phone. he called up to ask me regarding his uncollected prizes but he wouldn't want to bloody listen to my explanation when i wanted to tell him our procedures. he's anoo's church friend and i swear, he'll go straight to hell for this. what sort of a dumbfuck are you, trying to call up and not wanting to hear an explanation? i hope you'll settle just fine, burning in hell.
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enough of the mofo. by the way, his name's peter. still remember his last name. peter m, if you're ever reading this, you're going to hell.
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on a happier note, i had a pretty productive day today. people at the star seemed to be friendlier nowadays, especially since i've been calling them everyday for weeks already. makes taking to them about releasing my write-ups every other day of the week so much easier!
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guess my friends and i are slowly getting over the depression of being home after a short but fabulous trip to thailand. i'm so desperate to go, i've been asking around if anyone's going anytime soon. then dad tried to give a lecture on how the country's still very unstable and that the newspaper just reported about the country's possibility of going on a... i forgot the word.
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good thing i was smart enough to divert the conversation topic to his seminar he had the past two days!

ok, i'm tired. saw shooter last night and it was a pretty good movie. wouldn't mind watching it again. loved mark wahlberg in that movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-8912590897992216616?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/8912590897992216616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=8912590897992216616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8912590897992216616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/8912590897992216616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/even-donkey-would-be-smarter-than-you.html' title='even a donkey would be smarter than you'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-1292327738208279782</id><published>2007-03-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:06:37.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss bangkok</title><content type='html'>am still kinda sad to be home. i loved bangkok and 2 days are just not enough!  i should have brought more money and spent more! 2 dresses, 3 pants, 2 skirts, 7 tops, 1 pair sandals, 2 bags, and other miscellaneous things seem so little. it's not enough to quench this shopping thirst of mine.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgkjlifTcjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_5WErQKDXJ0/s1600-h/PICT0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgkjlifTcjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_5WErQKDXJ0/s320/PICT0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046603985265586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

i don't feel like going out anymore as places here now bore me.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
went to the pasar malam near my office earlier and it brought back memories of chatuchak.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgkjmCfTckI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YSDgtsT-CIA/s1600-h/PICT0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgkjmCfTckI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YSDgtsT-CIA/s320/PICT0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046603993855521346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;double &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
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i must now find a way to move to bangkok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-1292327738208279782?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/1292327738208279782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=1292327738208279782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1292327738208279782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1292327738208279782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-bangkok.html' title='i miss bangkok'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgkjlifTcjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_5WErQKDXJ0/s72-c/PICT0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3609812557472270971</id><published>2007-03-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:01:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big bang</title><content type='html'>the weekend shopping trip to bangkok was fabulous! bought loads of stuff and spent about rm1,200 for the whole trip.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWqCfTcTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-nHvvP4nvac/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWqCfTcTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-nHvvP4nvac/s320/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237925202948402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we were getting up so early for 3 days in a row and walked till our legs were sore. the people were friendly and i guess i did catch some of the locals' attention - thanks to my siamese genes.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWqyfTcUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ubo0kwDPjL0/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWqyfTcUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ubo0kwDPjL0/s320/PICT0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237938087850306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is jack, our tuk-tuk driver who's always looking at his mirror to check me out. didn't realize it at first till my friends mention it. then they kept making fun of me.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWrCfTcVI/AAAAAAAAALE/-XNqLPP6Upk/s1600-h/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWrCfTcVI/AAAAAAAAALE/-XNqLPP6Upk/s320/PICT0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237942382817618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;first day was spent on visiting temples and the stupid thai &amp; chinese centres where they try to sell you expensive jewelry and the tuk-tuk drivers get free fuel.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWrifTcWI/AAAAAAAAALM/DnAZstvG4XA/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWrifTcWI/AAAAAAAAALM/DnAZstvG4XA/s320/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237950972752226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;our last stop was at the emerald palace but we didn't go in cause it was 250 baht and we decided that we'd rather save that money for shopping. so we had a light lunch outside, by the sidewalk in front of this huge field.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYPyfTcYI/AAAAAAAAALc/lhw1jsz9vQg/s1600-h/PICT0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYPyfTcYI/AAAAAAAAALc/lhw1jsz9vQg/s320/PICT0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046239673254637954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the food was cheap and delicious! the thai salad was spicy but the peanuts helped neutralize the spiciness a little. took a boat and the mrt to siam paragon. the boat ride was extremely fun! the boat ride was 13 baht each and there was a boat conductor, like the ones we used to see in the metro busses!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYQyfTcaI/AAAAAAAAALs/LZaW42bFcQQ/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYQyfTcaI/AAAAAAAAALs/LZaW42bFcQQ/s320/PICT0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046239690434507170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;at siam paragon, we bought thai noodles cause they're yummy. the area looked so modern and clean, it made kl look like a 3rd world country.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYRCfTcbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/V2d1XdIUIb4/s1600-h/PICT0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYRCfTcbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/V2d1XdIUIb4/s320/PICT0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046239694729474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;after that, we headed to chinatown for an expensive dinner where a rude lady took our order. when a young boy in his teens served our puny grilled prawns, she was barking at him in thai for no apparent reason. poor boy, have to work with this sour old hag.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
then all 6 of us took a tuk-tuk to suan lum night market. note: we took &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tuk-tuk. we thought that a cab would be expensive and the place seemed far. so we tried to save money by cramming into a tuk-tuk, along with our shopping. it was hilarious! pity we couldn't take a photo, cause all of us could barely move! true enough, suan lum was pretty far from chinatown and there was a traffic jam!
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
so it wasn't very funny after the first 10 minutes.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
suan lum was nice. though already cheap, they're still expensive compared to chatuchak. we know, cause we bought sundresses for at least 200baht there and at chatuchak, you'd get one for 80baht!
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
we went shopping crazy at chatuchak the next day! split up in pairs and my partner and i had great shopping chemistry!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfblyfTcdI/AAAAAAAAAME/UzHoXD7jhzs/s1600-h/PICT0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfblyfTcdI/AAAAAAAAAME/UzHoXD7jhzs/s320/PICT0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046243349746643410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;met up with the rest for lunch and was kind of funny how we don't know what to order... because everything was in thai. so we had chicken rice and another dish called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yen the for&lt;/span&gt;, which we learnt from nuy, the nice girl at an internet cafe in suan lum where she let us put our shopping there while we shopped!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYRifTccI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dICrQSMsHVc/s1600-h/PICT0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfYRifTccI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dICrQSMsHVc/s320/PICT0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046239703319409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;chatuchak was truly a shopping haven and the bargaining makes it a more wonderful experience. we bought a lot and carried it with us to patpong in the mrt, where we caught a lot of the locals' attention with our bags and laughter. the cute cherry bag's mine!
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfbmSfTceI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iSt9iUoFmuw/s1600-h/PICT0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfbmSfTceI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iSt9iUoFmuw/s320/PICT0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046243358336578018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we left the next day and least ml &amp; i got to have thai noodles for breakfast!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfbmifTcfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HQi9kHSoxBE/s1600-h/PICT0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfbmifTcfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HQi9kHSoxBE/s320/PICT0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046243362631545330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so this is the end of my photo story. there's so many photos i'd love to share, but i'm just too lazy to describe every detail of my trip. i did come home slightly depressed and mighty exhausted.
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i miss bangkok already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3609812557472270971?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3609812557472270971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3609812557472270971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3609812557472270971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3609812557472270971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-bang.html' title='the big bang'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgfWqCfTcTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-nHvvP4nvac/s72-c/PICT0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5377326468665186512</id><published>2007-03-22T22:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:44:32.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the old lady</title><content type='html'>had lunch alone and there was this old lady sitting in front of me. she was having her lunch alone, too.
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i smiled in relief, knowing i'm not the only one in the restaurant having lunch alone. she looks like she would have been a teacher, or a headmaster. she had this quiet confidence and i thought to myself that if i should grow old and have no one, i would be like her.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgKFDifTcSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dv9-n0ZC2SY/s1600-h/22-03-07_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgKFDifTcSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dv9-n0ZC2SY/s320/22-03-07_1317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740828452581666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;by the rate i'm making enemies, i guess i would be having lunch alone everyday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till&lt;/span&gt; i'm old!
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my lunch hour alone was really nice. a blind man and his wife were selling packets of sweets and tidbits and i smiled at the wife, as she was passing by my table. perhaps she thought a young person like me doesn't give a damn about old people. then she stopped and asked if i wanted to buy any.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
i picked up a packet of sweets, remembering what mary had told me about her only giving people money when they work for it when i asked her if she wanted to join the &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.com.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=74&amp;Itemid=58"&gt;skip a meal&lt;/a&gt; campaign, where you would choose to skip a meal and donate your breakfast/lunch/dinner money. had a lecture from mary of how she would not pity those blind men/women who comes up to you with a bookmark and expect a donation from you. she would give them money for the things that they worked for, like some old lady selling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keropoks&lt;/span&gt; and such.
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smiling at the old couple, i thought that at least they took the effort to buy tidbits and sweets and then pack them individually.
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my lunch was served and i ate quietly, lost in my stream of depressing thoughts. however pitiful i may sound, i enjoyed my alone time. it's been a while since i've had lunch alone at the office. not that i had a choice, as the interns were going to eat with the 988 interns and there was absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; way for me to ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to come with me.
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so i went alone.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgKFDifTcRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TSv9WJcF5qs/s1600-h/22-03-07_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgKFDifTcRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TSv9WJcF5qs/s320/22-03-07_1316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740828452581650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
but i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5377326468665186512?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5377326468665186512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5377326468665186512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5377326468665186512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5377326468665186512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-lunch-alone-and-there-was-this-old.html' title='the old lady'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RgKFDifTcSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dv9-n0ZC2SY/s72-c/22-03-07_1317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-4057217346937997103</id><published>2007-03-22T14:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:05:14.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dude, take a chill pill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it&amp;#39;s so amazing how i could say things that are so innocent with no intentions of picking an any sort of fight/arguement but anyhow would get me into trouble.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;is it just me or is there someone up there, sitting on a throne enjoying every last bit of this sick joke which happens to be my life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;if not, then what the fuck is wrong with you people? do you get some sense of gratification by fucking me up?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ugh, so stressed out with work already and a simple and honest opinion got a certain dude worked up. my emails were calm but he kept attacking me and one of my emails sounded a tad harsh. but i did apologize after that and was totally open to criticism. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;just a bit upset that such a stupid thing blew up into huge ass proportions, which would probably scatter all around the office.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;as much as i would like to throw my dysfunctional office computer at you and stick a &amp;#39;mofo&amp;#39; sign on your back, i shall remain calm and collected at all times as i treat(ed) you as a friend and not just a colleague. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;oh, is there a doctor in the house? please prescribe the dude with a chill pill. no, give him a carton full of chill pills. he needs it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-4057217346937997103?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/4057217346937997103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=4057217346937997103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4057217346937997103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4057217346937997103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/dude-take-chill-pill.html' title='dude, take a chill pill!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-2188121394550995598</id><published>2007-03-21T00:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:37:33.015+09:00</updated><title type='text'>toothpaste on my spacebar</title><content type='html'>getting so bored of working. i think to myself every single day, the reason why people have to work day in and out, 5 days a week and some even more! to only see more numbers in their bank accounts. sure, it's fun to poke at the atm and make it give you rectangular papers but its funny how people strive for these mere objects.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bn2mmvHAMkA/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bn2mmvHAMkA/s320/Photo+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044027073607463122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ok, i have no idea of what i'm rambling about.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yLeiLy8oxDo/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yLeiLy8oxDo/s320/Photo+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044027073607463106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;this is pointless.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75SfTcLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AK-6q_Yd32A/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75SfTcLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AK-6q_Yd32A/s320/Photo+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044027069312495794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;looking forward to my trip this friday, yayness! this is where my girly side comes out and i'm all geared up to shop like a madwoman (not that i'm not already one).
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oh by the way, these were photos taken...
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*omg, i've got toothpaste on my computer!!!*&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;please excuse me while i freak out a bit, in desperate attempt to wipe the toothpaste off my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spacebar&lt;/span&gt; and to avoid it from getting further... and beyond?
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so anyway, the photos were taken a month or so ago with my closest friends minus one who's in new york. only 5 of us will be travelling on a plane the very first time ever this weekend and i can't wait for our first trip abroad! yes, we've never traveled out of malaysia together before.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2p0YBqebdsU/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2p0YBqebdsU/s320/Photo+29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044027073607463138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and yes, i know. we look stupid. ok, maybe just me but i don't care. it's fun to be silly. and look, a decent photo to end this pointless entry.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75SfTcKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WlMy0040kMM/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75SfTcKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WlMy0040kMM/s320/Photo+38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044027069312495778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;booya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-2188121394550995598?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/2188121394550995598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=2188121394550995598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2188121394550995598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2188121394550995598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/toothpaste-on-my-spacebar.html' title='toothpaste on my spacebar'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rf_75ifTcNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bn2mmvHAMkA/s72-c/Photo+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-6110850696682283919</id><published>2007-03-17T14:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T14:44:45.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a foo for a friend</title><content type='html'>my good friend, foo called me up last night and as usual, she sounds like she's high on something although that may not always be the case. =)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft93lT3OcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/a74ThQOzP5o/s1600-h/P7200589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft93lT3OcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/a74ThQOzP5o/s320/P7200589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042762601633102274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;she was saying how she's lonely and would eventually die alone, which reminds me of our very first chat on icq many years ago. we found out that we were both prone to depression and often thought of suicide.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft93VT3ObI/AAAAAAAAAI8/If7eTex5tYo/s1600-h/DSCF0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft93VT3ObI/AAAAAAAAAI8/If7eTex5tYo/s320/DSCF0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042762597338134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;that's why we're so good friends. =)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft931T3OdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gfBvxsoBC98/s1600-h/P7200591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft931T3OdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gfBvxsoBC98/s320/P7200591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042762605928069586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and apparently she's my 'cousin' now! heh.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

now that she's in london, we do meet up whenever she comes back to malaysia and i remember the trip i made to perlis to see her one summer break.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft-Z1T3OgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lO_23ymiTTo/s1600-h/P7200597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft-Z1T3OgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lO_23ymiTTo/s320/P7200597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042763190043621890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i'm sure you still remember gua kelam, where i started freaking out and ran out of the cave to the other side and leaving you behind. then you started running and we both laughed like hyenas and brisk walked the way back out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-6110850696682283919?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/6110850696682283919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=6110850696682283919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6110850696682283919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6110850696682283919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/foo-for-friend.html' title='a foo for a friend'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rft93lT3OcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/a74ThQOzP5o/s72-c/P7200589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-7074156815523774729</id><published>2007-03-17T00:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:56:36.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the fat lady ghost &amp; my friend in a red bikini</title><content type='html'>dad was just sharing with me his dream he had early yesterday morning. he dreamt he was with one of his old pals, eric who was trying to reach across a low wall. there was a fat lady ghost at the other side of the wall and his friend was apparently trying to push her away. dad was holding onto his friend's legs, like a wheelbarrow.

and then he woke up. he went on telling me that he climbed over a low wall the day before during one of his property evaluations to look at the land behind the wall.

whereas i, on the other hand dreamt that i was rushing off to the airport to check in for my flight to bangkok. i had forgotten all about it and immediately rushed to the airport and checked in at a counter to be shoved by a bunch of rude thai people.

i remember almost freaking out to think that i was travelling alone, seeing the unfriendly and rude thai people at the airport (have nothing against thai people, my grandma's half siamese) so i was frantically trying to eavesdrop their conversations to pick up their language and accent. then i realized that i was supposed to travel with my friends and called up a friend. she was still home and told me not to worry and that she would make it in time although it's only 50 minutes to departure!

as i hung up, another friend showed up in a red bikini top and spoke to me in the bimbo-est manner ever! not to mention the fact that she did seem like she just had a boob job.

yes, i was actually researching on my bangkok trip the night before.

see, there's an explanation for all dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-7074156815523774729?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/7074156815523774729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=7074156815523774729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7074156815523774729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/7074156815523774729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/fat-lady-ghost-my-friend-in-red-bikini.html' title='the fat lady ghost &amp; my friend in a red bikini'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-4942471800738757567</id><published>2007-03-10T17:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:05:38.520+09:00</updated><title type='text'>otanjou-bi omedetou gozaimasu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQ1T3OaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OCrTSNnDhVQ/s1600-h/PICT0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQ1T3OaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OCrTSNnDhVQ/s320/PICT0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040217666006497698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;happy birthday daisaku!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQlT3OZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d4MGP9kPkJI/s1600-h/j+and+d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQlT3OZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d4MGP9kPkJI/s320/j+and+d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040217661711530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wishing you all the happiness in the world and glad to have you as a friend. look, our very first photo, taken 3 years ago!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQFT3OYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hfLikK5o_gk/s1600-h/PICT0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQFT3OYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hfLikK5o_gk/s320/PICT0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040217653121595778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;today's your special day and hope you're enjoying it already! we'll be seeing each other soon (hopefully!)
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love,
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juli &amp;amp; nico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-4942471800738757567?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/4942471800738757567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=4942471800738757567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4942471800738757567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4942471800738757567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/otanjou-bi-omedetou-gozaimasu.html' title='otanjou-bi omedetou gozaimasu!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfJzQ1T3OaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OCrTSNnDhVQ/s72-c/PICT0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5171072515216506324</id><published>2007-03-09T00:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:38:34.200+09:00</updated><title type='text'>genting with the red people</title><content type='html'>just felt like putting up photos from the genting trip.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApyRUGJmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P7C7SuwfPbg/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApyRUGJmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P7C7SuwfPbg/s320/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039573926645474914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;alvin kept pointing at the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'prosperity god&lt;/span&gt;' in every photo.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApxxUGJlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j6c6qZfwTFM/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApxxUGJlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j6c6qZfwTFM/s320/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039573918055540306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i can't believe i watched football! anyway, ian rush and the soccergurus went on stage during halftime and talked cock.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApyhUGJnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nl4wA-6aCDc/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApyhUGJnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nl4wA-6aCDc/s320/PICT0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039573930940442226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the boys were bummed that liverpool lost.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApzBUGJoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rlbZuOjOZOM/s1600-h/PICT0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApzBUGJoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rlbZuOjOZOM/s320/PICT0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039573939530376834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;these were taken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; i passed out.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApzhUGJpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g_oVHufARLo/s1600-h/PICT0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApzhUGJpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g_oVHufARLo/s320/PICT0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039573948120311442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the yee sang lunch, next day at genting international convention centre.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsUBUGJqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_xJuf3QbdLU/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsUBUGJqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_xJuf3QbdLU/s320/PICT0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039576705489315490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;was funny how alvin &amp; edmund was overwhelmed by the fact that there's 3 vegetarians at our table (cause then they get to eat all the chicken)!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsVhUGJtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xnaYXzMfKJg/s1600-h/PICT0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsVhUGJtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xnaYXzMfKJg/s320/PICT0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039576731259119314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we hung around and went on the 4d &amp; the spiderman thingy, which was quite disappointing.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsVBUGJsI/AAAAAAAAAII/X-Ue0ED1Mjw/s1600-h/PICT0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsVBUGJsI/AAAAAAAAAII/X-Ue0ED1Mjw/s320/PICT0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039576722669184706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so overall, trip was fun.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsUhUGJrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p0UaDGwnSnY/s1600-h/PICT0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfAsUhUGJrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p0UaDGwnSnY/s320/PICT0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039576714079250098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so glad dom was there - to goof around with me and to hold me when i faint. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5171072515216506324?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5171072515216506324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5171072515216506324&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5171072515216506324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5171072515216506324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/genting-with-red-people.html' title='genting with the red people'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RfApyRUGJmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P7C7SuwfPbg/s72-c/PICT0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5217191121444262777</id><published>2007-03-04T23:18:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:18:32.914+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a wheelchair!</title><content type='html'>was a pretty tiring week for me and i just came back from genting for&lt;br&gt;work. been sleeping late because of the chinese series i borrowed from&lt;br&gt;my uncle.&lt;p&gt;skipped lunch twice in a week and had a late dinner on friday as i had&lt;br&gt;to stay back at the office to photograph ian rush on the toyota&lt;br&gt;football fever show and to supervise the interns with taking the&lt;br&gt;phonecalls.&lt;p&gt;well, what i really wanted to say is that i passed out at genting yesterday.&lt;p&gt;yes, i fainted! at the casino. and it was kinda freaky. thank goodness&lt;br&gt;dom was there.&lt;p&gt;the security were really efficient, as i saw a uniformed guard (with&lt;br&gt;my real blurry eyesight) coming to my aid and rubbed some ointment on&lt;br&gt;my forehead and back of my neck.&lt;p&gt;then i saw at the corner of my eye, a wheelchair! but i think they&lt;br&gt;took it away as soon as i said &amp;quot;i&amp;#39;m ok, i&amp;#39;m ok&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;bummer. i was *this* close to get to sit on a wheelchair!&lt;p&gt;after regaining consciousness, i begged the guys to get me a&lt;br&gt;wheelchair as my knees were still weak-ish and i was too lazy to walk&lt;br&gt;all the way back to first world hotel from the genting hotel.&lt;p&gt;bastards would only let me have the wheelchair as far as the clinic&lt;br&gt;right outside the casino.&lt;p&gt;anyway, i should really rest already. feel a little jittery already.&lt;p&gt;am taking an mc tomorrow to do a medical check-up, of which i&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;thinking twice as i hate needles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5217191121444262777?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5217191121444262777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5217191121444262777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5217191121444262777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5217191121444262777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-wheelchair.html' title='i want a wheelchair!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-6904389604887353661</id><published>2007-02-25T23:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:35:08.450+09:00</updated><title type='text'>back to life, back to reality</title><content type='html'>so i'm back in kl.

and back to work tomorrow.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*sulk*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

didn't feel like continuing the cny post, so i'm taking a raincheck on that.

bought some old-school 'blowing balloon' yesterday and i blew up some 'balloons' earlier out of boredom and stuck them together.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;grandpa used to buy me the 'blowing baloons' (as stated on the little tubes) when i was a kid. ahh, brings back the good old memories.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/ReGf7EokH7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-7ZCo4YSrE0/s1600-h/Photo+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/ReGf7EokH7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-7ZCo4YSrE0/s320/Photo+92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035481695581904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

tee hee.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-6904389604887353661?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/6904389604887353661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=6904389604887353661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6904389604887353661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/6904389604887353661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='back to life, back to reality'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/ReGf7EokH7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-7ZCo4YSrE0/s72-c/Photo+92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-2360657997747863030</id><published>2007-02-23T20:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:19:38.197+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the chinese thing</title><content type='html'>every chinese new year, our family would travel to kuantan to celebrate it with my uncles and cousins. well, it's been tradition for our family to celebrate it in kuantan ever since... i knew of such a celebration existed.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RF0okHzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vqHJu5uMPjM/s1600-h/PICT0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RF0okHzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vqHJu5uMPjM/s320/PICT0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034761700149305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;year by year, as it seems, this tradition that celebrates family and togetherness is slowly disappearing, just like the younger cousins as they are no where to be seen after collecting all their angpows from their family on the first morning of chinese new year.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RyEokH3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yHQGpuzRpiE/s1600-h/PICT0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RyEokH3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yHQGpuzRpiE/s320/PICT0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034762460358516594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;thinking aloud and typing out the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; repeatedly is starting to sound funny, just like how you'd say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt; a million times and then it'll start to sound strange to you no matter how familiar you are with that word.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RyUokH4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eOWUsNd8d3o/s1600-h/PICT0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RyUokH4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eOWUsNd8d3o/s320/PICT0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034762464653483906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyway, i'm actually blogging at starbucks because my domineering aunt changed the channel i was watching on telly to some korean drama, complaining that the cantonese series i was watching's annoying. slightly upset, i walked away and got my dad to come here with me as i think korean drama's way annoying and stupid cause they're all about young people falling in love - usually the guy would be super rich and the girl some cutesy and sometimes, clumsy schoolgirl.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8Rx0okH2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rj_U0YF5k-o/s1600-h/PICT0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8Rx0okH2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rj_U0YF5k-o/s320/PICT0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034762456063549282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;back to the topic.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;being a chinese myself, i'm actually proud of my heritage and colorful culture despite our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; attitude and the flibbertigibbets in us (cool word, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flibbertigibbet&lt;/span&gt;, huh? just looked it up in thesaurus, har-har!). dad was telling me the other day how his dad (my other grandpa whom i've never met) was took in by a shaolin master when he was a shepherd at the mountains of guangzhao. i thought how it sounded like something picked out from the older hong kong kung-fu movies so i remained sceptical till today.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh, i'm sorry. was i out of topic? well, technically i haven't cause the people i was talking about are chinese and shaolin + guangzhao is definitely chinese too. and i bet all those are somehow or another related to chinese new year. =)

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we didn't have lions dancing at our place this year cause they seem to be lesser lion-dancer trucks on the streets. i was lucky enough to catch the last bit of one performance at queens park last two weekends ago.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RFUokHyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/te5BxONIIlY/s1600-h/PICT0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RFUokHyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/te5BxONIIlY/s320/PICT0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034761691559370530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ok, getting bored of blogging already.
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&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**to be continued**&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-2360657997747863030?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/2360657997747863030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=2360657997747863030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2360657997747863030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/2360657997747863030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-thing.html' title='the chinese thing'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd8RF0okHzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vqHJu5uMPjM/s72-c/PICT0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3523035649353492271</id><published>2007-02-22T22:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:14:59.605+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i could fly</title><content type='html'>though its great being on holidays, i am getting sick of the nagging and complaints from my family.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WzUokHtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vj76S0fzWyQ/s1600-h/Hyatt+Ktn+%2707+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WzUokHtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vj76S0fzWyQ/s320/Hyatt+Ktn+%2707+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034345766926425810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyhow, i didn't let that affect me from continuing to be a bum for i slept till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; noon today. heh. well, it's been a while since i did that anyway.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WyUokHsI/AAAAAAAAADw/Fi-skeZKW5A/s1600-h/Hyatt+Ktn+%2707+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WyUokHsI/AAAAAAAAADw/Fi-skeZKW5A/s320/Hyatt+Ktn+%2707+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034345749746556610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;went to hyatt at telok cempedak this afternoon and my camera's battery ran out, which was fine as i brought my trusty laptop with me. =)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WzkokHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-PoDFc5Ru0o/s1600-h/Photo+96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WzkokHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-PoDFc5Ru0o/s320/Photo+96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034345771221393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;don't ask me why, but i just brought it along just in case we would actually sit there for a bit and i could get some work done or at least play reversi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3523035649353492271?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3523035649353492271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3523035649353492271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3523035649353492271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3523035649353492271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-i-could-fly.html' title='i wish i could fly'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd2WzUokHtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vj76S0fzWyQ/s72-c/Hyatt+Ktn+%2707+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-4040655754327272187</id><published>2007-02-19T12:29:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:39:01.274+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new years, berlin style</title><content type='html'>and there i was, with nico and his friends for new years in berlin.

gunther and sandy drove us and we headed to robert's place for a 'photo presentation' of his and yvonne's holidays in new zealand. it was pretty funny as robert was talking in english and gunther kept asking torsten what he just said. then robert got annoyed when the guys started talking and laughing during his presentation.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLUokHmI/AAAAAAAAACI/u6JE4TtOhUU/s1600-h/PICT0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLUokHmI/AAAAAAAAACI/u6JE4TtOhUU/s320/PICT0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033087238429482594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went over to anja's before heading to the party somewhere where i don't know the name but it's a little further up friedrichshein. a few more friends came over and we went to the top of universal building at warschauer strasse to watch the fireworks.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdmTWkokHqI/AAAAAAAAACo/NAPl0Q_Fpzc/s1600-h/PICT0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdmTWkokHqI/AAAAAAAAACo/NAPl0Q_Fpzc/s320/PICT0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033216074563460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;was pretty windy on top but it wasn't freezing cold, which was great!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7SFUokHwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rLCf-lnuU-8/s1600-h/PICT0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7SFUokHwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rLCf-lnuU-8/s320/PICT0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034692422326820610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLkokHoI/AAAAAAAAACY/lrXSA4wfVqI/s1600-h/PICT0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLkokHoI/AAAAAAAAACY/lrXSA4wfVqI/s320/PICT0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033087242724449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there were fireworks all around and it was really beautiful.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7SFUokHxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0baeWZFFdD4/s1600-h/PICT0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7SFUokHxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0baeWZFFdD4/s320/PICT0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034692422326820626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLUokHnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h3J5w7SHUNk/s1600-h/PICT0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLUokHnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h3J5w7SHUNk/s320/PICT0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033087238429482610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the ritual new year's brunch was at the same cafe and this year, daniel even managed to get up to join us.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdmTW0okHrI/AAAAAAAAACw/m2m2T9TYEAE/s1600-h/PICT0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdmTW0okHrI/AAAAAAAAACw/m2m2T9TYEAE/s320/PICT0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033216078858428082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so new year's celebration this year wasn't too bad either. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-4040655754327272187?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/4040655754327272187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=4040655754327272187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4040655754327272187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/4040655754327272187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-years-berlin-style.html' title='new years, berlin style'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdkeLUokHmI/AAAAAAAAACI/u6JE4TtOhUU/s72-c/PICT0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-5389828182970664134</id><published>2007-02-18T22:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:57:32.946+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my second christmas in germany</title><content type='html'>so here are my christmas photos.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWw0okHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TSc8crjtwEE/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWw0okHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TSc8crjtwEE/s320/PICT0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032867980349021666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my christmas holidays last year was short but sweet. spent most of my time in weisdin, neustrelitz and although i had absolutely nothing to do, it was very nice to be away from work for 2 weeks.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxEokHfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y85S58nQ2kk/s1600-h/PICT0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxEokHfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y85S58nQ2kk/s320/PICT0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032867984643988978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;it wasn't as cold as last winter but nevertheless, cold by malaysian standards. and this time round, i didn't really bothered to go sight-see as i've already been to germany. besides, it's supposed to be holidays!
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxEokHgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0J14NDQTPSU/s1600-h/PICT0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxEokHgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0J14NDQTPSU/s320/PICT0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032867984643988994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so i hung around, watched lots of german tv and enjoyed myself watching hulk hogan's reality series in english!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxUokHhI/AAAAAAAAABE/uTXnPWzUkE4/s1600-h/PICT0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxUokHhI/AAAAAAAAABE/uTXnPWzUkE4/s320/PICT0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032867988938956306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;snowed a bit and i had to admit, that i was freaking out a little. didn't want it to be snowing in berlin during new years - that would be utterly horrible to go from one party to another when its snowing.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhX0kokHjI/AAAAAAAAABU/ApWejeYqFCA/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhX0kokHjI/AAAAAAAAABU/ApWejeYqFCA/s320/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032869144285158962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh, here's a random photo of nico's sock that looks like an unhappy face.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxUokHiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ReUFWVJznLQ/s1600-h/PICT0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWxUokHiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ReUFWVJznLQ/s320/PICT0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032867988938956322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;looking forward to this year's christmas already. =)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-5389828182970664134?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/5389828182970664134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=5389828182970664134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5389828182970664134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/5389828182970664134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-second-christmas-in-germany.html' title='my second christmas in germany'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdhWw0okHeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TSc8crjtwEE/s72-c/PICT0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-1788807220882154637</id><published>2007-02-18T12:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:36:08.748+09:00</updated><title type='text'>gong hei fatt choy</title><content type='html'>hello, and happy chinese new year.
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this year's celebration feels different cause it's simply here too soon. perhaps celebrating it on a sunday adds up to it as well.
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we're all (almost) dressed up in red and i've already played (and lost money) mahjong with my aunt who has super skills in mahjong.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdfJCEokHdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wGAxy_VopQI/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdfJCEokHdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wGAxy_VopQI/s320/Photo+72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032712146050620882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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everyone's talking at the same time and i love the chinese new year tunes blasted loud on the telly while the brats jump up and down, dropping crumbs of every cookie they hold on their tiny hands.
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ok, don't know what else to say. maybe i should play reversi or something and relatives are starting to come visit us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-1788807220882154637?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/1788807220882154637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=1788807220882154637&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1788807220882154637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/1788807220882154637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-hei-fatt-choy.html' title='gong hei fatt choy'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdfJCEokHdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wGAxy_VopQI/s72-c/Photo+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3734838239954994452</id><published>2007-02-18T02:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:17:34.050+09:00</updated><title type='text'>always in my heart</title><content type='html'>i visited you today. it&amp;#39;s been a year since the last time i saw you.&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;m sorry for not visiting as many times as i promised i would but&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re always in my heart. and i know you&amp;#39;re always with me.&lt;p&gt;i cried again, at your grave. thinking of you always make me cry. i&lt;br&gt;miss you so much, although you&amp;#39;ve left us for 2 years already.&lt;p&gt;chinese new year is here again. the second year celebrating without&lt;br&gt;you. i remember how you always wake up in the mornings to see me&lt;br&gt;staying up late to watch tv. you would tell me to sleep, for its late.&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#39;s 1.15am now, and i know you would wake up about this time and tell&lt;br&gt;me to go to bed.&lt;p&gt;we all miss you, kong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3734838239954994452?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3734838239954994452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3734838239954994452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3734838239954994452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3734838239954994452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/always-in-my-heart.html' title='always in my heart'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-16058307635448069</id><published>2007-02-17T00:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:58:06.404+09:00</updated><title type='text'>danke, mein schatz</title><content type='html'>as expected (heheh), i received another bunch or rather vase, of
flowers on wednesday at the office.

and i wasn't there when it was delivered (again).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdXURfBt4lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8V7oBh8Y38/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdXURfBt4lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8V7oBh8Y38/s320/Photo+55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032161555507962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
they were real pretty, almost as pretty as the ones you got me after
we had a huge fight in australia. still remember having to walk to the
student housing office 2 years ago in the rain, half asleep with my
pajamas on and having to carry the big bunch of flowers that came
along with pralines and a huge heart shaped baloon.
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how embarassing. good thing no one saw me that time.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
but thank you for the flowers. they're the loveliest roses i've ever
seen! and i now i have a new vase too! =)
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-16058307635448069?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/16058307635448069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=16058307635448069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/16058307635448069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/16058307635448069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/danke-mein-schatz.html' title='danke, mein schatz'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_quxof1Tpam4/RdXURfBt4lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8V7oBh8Y38/s72-c/Photo+55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3347110707572575404</id><published>2007-02-16T01:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:57:35.101+09:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming pool</title><content type='html'>lately, i've been having dreams about moving into a new home with my family. and our new 'home' was not just a regular single/double storeyed home but a huge-ass mansion.
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called out to my sister, telling her we've got a swimming pool and she came running towards me. she didn't stop and jumped immediately into the pool.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
i quickly jumped in and as we swim past the fountains, i realized that we were actually living in a resort. by the way, i decided that we owned the resort. =)
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
then we continued swimming and the water started looking a little greenish and murky towards the end, as there were quite a few people there.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
i was grossed out and a little fish was as if chasing me so i swam as fast as i could to get back to the other side, the cleaner water, home.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
then i woke up feeling totally exhausted and although it was just a dream, work was a total drag today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3347110707572575404?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3347110707572575404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3347110707572575404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3347110707572575404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3347110707572575404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/swimming-pool.html' title='swimming pool'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-3330455315059798543</id><published>2007-02-16T00:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:12:39.599+09:00</updated><title type='text'>danke, mein schatz</title><content type='html'>as expected (heheh), i received another bunch or rather vase, of&lt;br&gt;flowers yesterday at the office.&lt;p&gt;and i wasn&amp;#39;t there when it was delivered again.&lt;p&gt;they were real pretty, almost as pretty as the ones you got me after&lt;br&gt;we had a huge fight in australia. still remember having to walk to the&lt;br&gt;student housing office 2 years ago in the rain, half asleep with my&lt;br&gt;pajamas on and having to carry the big bunch of flowers that came&lt;br&gt;along with pralines and a huge heart shaped baloon.&lt;p&gt;how embarassing. good thing no one saw me that time.&lt;p&gt;but thank you for the flowers. they&amp;#39;re the loveliest roses i&amp;#39;ve ever&lt;br&gt;seen! and i now i have a new vase too! =)&lt;p&gt;du bist am besten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-3330455315059798543?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/3330455315059798543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=3330455315059798543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3330455315059798543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/3330455315059798543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/danke-mein-schatz_16.html' title='danke, mein schatz'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117143064546235196</id><published>2007-02-14T14:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:24:05.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>had it</title><content type='html'>perhaps i&amp;#39;m pms-ing or it could be the fact that it&amp;#39;s the dreaded overrated &amp;amp; over-commercialized day of the year but i&amp;#39;m just fed up with the whole situation today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;feel as if i&amp;#39;m not really growing in this career from being tied-up to handling shitty winners and every other admin stuff here. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i mean, come on, every other friend of mine who graduated locally and only started working recently are getting paid more than i am. it is pretty messed up, considering the fact that my dad paid so much for my overseas bachelor&amp;#39;s degree only for me to earn nuts and be an office girl and have tasks of which a 10 year old could very well be capable of doing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sure, on top of that there&amp;#39;s my proposals and publicity shit. so what? handling winners may be an easy task but it takes so much time answering phone calls and enquiries and other shit that i have to do around here. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i do like my job and the people i work with (people who&amp;#39;s not in my department) but i just feel that i&amp;#39;m still restricted to doing bigger things as my superior passes on projects to other executives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; how else could i learn then? and even if i take on those projects, i&amp;#39;d be pretty much drowning in my workload already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;life is so unfair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;guess i should really consider leaving for better opportunities. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-117143064546235196?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117143064546235196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117143064546235196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117143064546235196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117143064546235196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/had-it.html' title='had it'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117126537600115109</id><published>2007-02-12T16:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:17:03.682+09:00</updated><title type='text'>omigosh!</title><content type='html'>i went upstairs and then back to the office to only find a bouquet of flowers for me on my table! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;only thing is... i don't know who gave it to me!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and i don't even know a  'guess who?'&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7M3UokHvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6kamIdcpzsY/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7M3UokHvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6kamIdcpzsY/s320/PICT0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034686684250513138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;now how would i take it home? i take the train home everyday!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;oh gosh, i could already 'feel' the stares at me in the train, with a flowers and it's not even valentine's!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-117126537600115109?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117126537600115109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117126537600115109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117126537600115109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117126537600115109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/omigosh.html' title='omigosh!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_quxof1Tpam4/Rd7M3UokHvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6kamIdcpzsY/s72-c/PICT0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117064320119761584</id><published>2007-02-05T11:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:40:01.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my ugly side is still not as ugly as your face</title><content type='html'>seeing you this early on a monday morning is simply great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and the fact that you already irritated the hell out of me makes me want to shove your head in between the locker doors and whack that empty head of yours so you could realize what a stupid bitch you are. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then i would be more than happy to drag you to the ladies and flush away your ugly heavily made-up baboon-butt face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now i feel much better. &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/13111195-117064320119761584?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117064320119761584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117064320119761584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117064320119761584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117064320119761584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-ugly-side-is-still-not-as-ugly-as.html' title='my ugly side is still not as ugly as your face'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117060304021035910</id><published>2007-02-05T00:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:30:40.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>reversi craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;totally addicted to playing big bang reversi now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm always the black and the computer white. so black is moon and
white is actually gold or yellow, which is sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;sun is an annoying twat that is always taunting you and calling you
names, even after you win the game! and all his sneering just makes
you want to teach him a lesson so you keep on playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;you win game after game, but yet that dimwit keeps calling you names,
and you keep on playing but not having the feeling of satisfaction!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;hmm... i guess, i've gone out of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-117060304021035910?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117060304021035910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117060304021035910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117060304021035910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117060304021035910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/reversi-craze.html' title='reversi craze'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117059561197808357</id><published>2007-02-04T22:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:33:25.420+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the nerve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;went to jusco with mum &amp;amp; dad. bought double refill shokobutsu shower
cream packs and was pretty anxious to redeem my free 'kawaii dolls
dispenser'.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;despite the brainless lady who said "excuse me" and then only to cut
right in front of me, i could still tolerate her rudeness. so the the
customer service girl attended to that bitch. another girl attended me
right away but she didn't respond to my "do you have a white one?"
request for a white 'kawaii doll dispenser' after giving me a blue
one.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/40684/Photo%2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/392087/Photo%2044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ugh, not too happy with the blue one. would have loved to have the
white one instead. that's not customer service then. that's i
don't-give-a-rat's-ass-about-customers' service.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-117059561197808357?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117059561197808357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117059561197808357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117059561197808357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117059561197808357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/nerve.html' title='the nerve!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117040371729806889</id><published>2007-02-02T17:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:08:37.366+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>weird dream i had. i finally said something that i had kept inside for years to a certain friend whom i&amp;#39;m terribly displeased with. i told her how fucked up she is and the whole situation too. told her off and i was shocked to hear myself saying all those to her. and then i told her partner that he&amp;#39;s fucked up too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;was somewhat relieved that i finally got it off my chest but then i panicked a bit as somehow i felt that i have no right to say those things (although they are really fucked up).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then i woke up and realized that it was a dream. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-117040371729806889?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117040371729806889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117040371729806889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117040371729806889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117040371729806889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/02/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-117008302046205705</id><published>2007-01-30T00:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:03:40.523+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i say so</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;so i splurged again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;so i bought myself yet another something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;so i got a new red dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;so i'm totally broke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;but hey, at least i'm happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*whistles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-117008302046205705?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/117008302046205705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=117008302046205705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117008302046205705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/117008302046205705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-say-so.html' title='i say so'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116997553853457902</id><published>2007-01-28T18:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:26:21.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it's her party and she'll drink if she wants to</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;nisha invited me to her birthday party at her house and despite me not
liking to go out, let alone to parties, i obliged cause it's her
birthday.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/85430/PICT0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/795485/PICT0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;she'd invited no more than 40 people, i think, and i hung out most of
the time with my colleagues. it's been a while since i went out to
parties like this where i would meet friends of my friend, or rather,
new people.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/356286/PICT0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/948608/PICT0247.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;dom was mighty annoyed with this chick at the party, which was
hilarious! too bad she left early and i didn't get to talk to her
about plastic surgery or something. hahah.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/530991/PICT0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/226260/PICT0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; it was sure funny seeing terry getting high by the hour.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/842834/PICT0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/183669/PICT0238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; and he was trying to get nisha drunk! &lt;/p&gt;


(und jetzt, du weiss).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116997553853457902?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116997553853457902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116997553853457902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116997553853457902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116997553853457902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-her-party-and-shell-drink-if-she.html' title='it&apos;s her party and she&apos;ll drink if she wants to'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116996231966750581</id><published>2007-01-28T14:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:31:59.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;yesterday was not how i would usually spend my saturday, but i did
enjoy it. my friends and i got up pretty early only to go all the way
to pj for a warehouse sale. we were aunties for that few hours while
we were there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i drove and i'm amazed at how i'm so good at looking for places. was
just roughly guessing where the warehouse would be at and i got us
there! maybe i picked up those skills from dad, as he knows a lot of
places and he has to anyway, for work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;we squeezed in with hundreds of people buying shitloads of near-expiry
food and was even lining up for diapers! okay, so my friend was buying
them for her sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i find it amazing how warehouse sales bring out the kiasu-ness in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;after that, we went to bangsar for lunch and i decided to get my upper
lip waxed cause i was starting to look like a man with my mustache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;hahahhahahhahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116996231966750581?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116996231966750581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116996231966750581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116996231966750581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116996231966750581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116972908926388086</id><published>2007-01-25T21:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:44:49.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'>crikey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;had to see the big boss for a simple signature today. was already
panicking that i'd have to face him, as big boss is a very tall and
pretty big guy. i somehow find him a little intimidating, but i guess
not to the point of a colleague who wore an pad although she wasn't
having her period before seeing him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;the wait to see him was horribly long. he's just talking so much and i
guess i waited for almost an hour just to get that miserable signature
of his to approve something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;when i got in, surely enough he was already asking me a lot of
questions about the document that he was about to scribble his
million-dollar signature on. good thing he called up my boss and my
boss was answering all the questions. makes me adore my boss even
more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;yes, my boss is pretty cool. and i'm so happy big boss decided to call
him for clarifications. thank goodness for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i've actually been pretty busy running about trying to settle the
winners shit and all. and i have other work to do, but the winners
stuff are urgent - especially when we're giving out 3 different
concert/show tickets for this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;extremely... exhausted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116972908926388086?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116972908926388086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116972908926388086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116972908926388086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116972908926388086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/crikey.html' title='crikey'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116965170261272326</id><published>2007-01-25T00:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:17:18.013+09:00</updated><title type='text'>alienated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/203431/Photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/486938/Photo%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ok, looking at this picture is somehow making me feel a little queasy.
looks as if it's a plastic surgery gone wrong or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahh.&lt;/p&gt;

hey, i kinda look like jackie chan... don't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116965170261272326?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116965170261272326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116965170261272326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116965170261272326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116965170261272326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/alienated.html' title='alienated'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116965102355863247</id><published>2007-01-25T00:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:03:43.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'>like, hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i find it so amazing how some people can be so shallow and
self-centered. there are actually people in this world who expects
every fucking person's world revolves around them but not realizing it
themselves, which i find totally amuzing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;best part is that they accuse you of doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;bloody hypocritical morons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116965102355863247?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116965102355863247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116965102355863247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116965102355863247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116965102355863247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/like-hello.html' title='like, hello?'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116936737752233872</id><published>2007-01-21T16:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:47:37.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>best buys at queen's park</title><content type='html'>i really like taman maluri, the suburb in kuala lumpur where i live in. it's only about 15 minutes drive to klcc from my home and more or less than 20 minutes to bukit bintang due to the infamous traffic there.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
but we have pretty much everything we need on a daily basis here, in maluri. we've got jusco, carrefour and queen's park. tesco is pretty much at the other side of maluri - more to ampang but its still near.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
today, i am reminded again of why i like going to queen's park despite the lack of shops there. it has a very laid-back and relaxing vibe to it. as you stroll along the corridors of the stores on a beautiful sunday afternoon, you can't help but feel so much at ease.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
and at queen's park, you get bargained stuff at the outlet stores. i got an esprit belt and a pair of a&amp;f pajamas for rm10 each there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so cheap!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/338976/PICT0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/584032/PICT0226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

call me a cheapo, but i'm trying to do my part to decrease inflation. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116936737752233872?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116936737752233872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116936737752233872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116936737752233872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116936737752233872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-buys-at-queens-park.html' title='best buys at queen&apos;s park'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116870370953088924</id><published>2007-01-14T00:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:55:09.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>of lesbian dreams</title><content type='html'>so glad the weekend&amp;#39;s finally here. it seemed like the week would never end, with so much pressure from work upon returning from my leave and not forgetting that i have not been feeling well since last week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it did feel weird, in fact surreal, to be home. it did not welcome me the way i expected it to be. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;worst part is the proposals and impossible plans that i&amp;#39;d to complete by thursday. surely enough, they were rejected and most of it was wrong anyway. felt like leaving so badly and i&amp;#39;d be just so happy to sit around and watch tv at home. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then there&amp;#39;s the weird part. perhaps it was all too much stress that i had a lesbian dream last night. nothing sexual, i assure you. i was dating a younger girl and she was being all petty and i had to accompany her shopping. yes, i was the guy in the relationship. guess i&amp;#39;d make a great girl-boyfriend as i was really caring a lot for her. she was thirsty, i bought her water. she wanted to go shopping all day and then to another place, i went with her. her ex-boyfriend even drove to the mall and picked us up to head to a party. it was kind of awkward as they seem like they were still very close and as if still in a relationship. then i find myself flirting with her ex-boyfriend. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;hahahahah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok, weird stuff. told my boss at work today that i am absolutely stressed that i even had a lesbian dream... and it was all because of him. and yes, i told him that too.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;and then he went telling everyone (at least the 988&amp;#39;s a&amp;amp;p team) that i blamed him for my lesbian dream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;uhm, thanks boss?&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116870370953088924?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116870370953088924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116870370953088924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116870370953088924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116870370953088924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-lesbian-dreams.html' title='of lesbian dreams'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116645375746058019</id><published>2006-12-18T23:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:54:35.590+09:00</updated><title type='text'>penang poo</title><content type='html'>the weekend-penang trip was pretty alright, despite the boring wedding dinner. guess the only exciting part of the wedding dinner was when we saw a monkey at the back of the open-air dining area, just watching all the commotion that's going on.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/247882/PICT0341%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/519499/PICT0341%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think my parents just lost it at penang. they ordered everything and squeezed in time to eat every other hour or so. good thing the chilli pan mee i had on friday with my colleague made my stomach a little upset and i kind of lost my appetite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*must diet*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/335486/PICT0412%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/719256/PICT0412%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my uncle and grandma went along too. it was really funny how my uncle bargained for items at the kek lok si stalls.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/872324/PICT0377%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/251884/PICT0377%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;penang people were selling very fragile crap.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i didn't touch it and my sister is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wimp &lt;/span&gt;for not touching it even after i dared her and called her names.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/254188/yikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/768875/yikes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and we went round in circles looking for this place that sells biscuits of which my aunt recommended.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/593876/PICT0450%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/614846/PICT0450%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;taking the ferry back was fun! brought back so many memories. dad was surprised to see how my face lit up when we boarded the ferry and got out of the car to take photos.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/839665/PICT0482%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/112266/PICT0482%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/452666/PICT0471%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/247623/PICT0471%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;met an old friend there, miss piggy. and boy, how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stoned &lt;/span&gt;she was! tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/396010/oink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/500516/oink.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;overall, the trip was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ok-lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116645375746058019?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116645375746058019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116645375746058019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116645375746058019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116645375746058019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/12/siao-sai-crazy-shit.html' title='penang poo'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116636585005635150</id><published>2006-12-17T23:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:30:50.073+09:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>sigh, just checked the weather forecast for germany. and whaddaya know, it's freezing there with the highest temperature of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;only &lt;/span&gt;4 degree celsius and it as low as -3 degree celsius (according to cnn.com). bbc's telling me that it only gets as low as 0 degrees and the highest at 7 degree celsius. so who should i trust? the americans or the english?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyhow,&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomg!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/yongcw/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/yongcw/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116636585005635150?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116636585005635150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116636585005635150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116636585005635150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116636585005635150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116635896904785048</id><published>2006-12-17T21:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:36:09.126+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend turned 23</title><content type='html'>funny how simple things in life mean so much to someone. doris' birthday was a simple affair of a dinner steamboat at my favorite place in maluri. the very humble birthday celebration was served with loads of laughter with the sides of great company.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/920250/IMG_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/252326/IMG_0147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;doris loved the day and was deeply touched for she had only wished for nothing more than having to celebrate her birthday with a cake with us. that was real sweet.
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it's no fantabulous party with lots of alcohol and other people you don't know, but i think that it is one of the best birthday 'party' i've ever been to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116635896904785048?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116635896904785048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116635896904785048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116635896904785048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116635896904785048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-friend-turned-23.html' title='my friend turned 23'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116614874069784846</id><published>2006-12-15T10:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:12:20.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'>got saliva?</title><content type='html'>jen came in this morning and settled herself down at her desk. i glanced at her and she started cleaning her mobile phone with some bright pink tissues she stole off the mamak stalls when i saw her licked her finger and then dabbed it onto the screen of the mobile phone.
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why yes, my expression drastically changed to 'ew-that's-gross' look. she, being her blur-self does not realize what she had done. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mean, who uses saliva to clean their mobile phones?&lt;/span&gt; obviously jen does.
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on another note, i suddenly decided to check my stat counter just for kicks. are those things accurate or what? apparently i have visitors from us, france and singapore. so show me who your are, stalkers!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
ok, i smell food in the office. it's really distracting me now. and oh, people have said that i'd lost weight! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yayness~&lt;/span&gt; got to get back to work, 3 more working days left! but till then, so much to do and even no time to pack!
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and jen's freaking out, looking at photos of a dude got bitten by a shark. just one of her daily routines, to look at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;her forwarded emails and get everyone to look at it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116614874069784846?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116614874069784846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116614874069784846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116614874069784846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116614874069784846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-saliva.html' title='got saliva?'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116545866670321248</id><published>2006-12-07T10:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:33:23.123+09:00</updated><title type='text'>killing me almost instantly</title><content type='html'>so lately has been pretty exhausting for me somehow. the stress from work has been keeping me awake in the nights, worrying about not meeting the deadlines and such. i'm so tired and lazy to even go out with my friends but i being a nice person i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;, i find it so hard to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"no"&lt;/span&gt;.
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this weekend, we're celebrating a friend's birthday so that i can't escape. a good friend of mine wanted to go genting summore &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[siao!]&lt;/span&gt; this friday.

&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you're reading this, cancel it! please? there's always next year, you know?
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then going to penang next weekend with my family for my dad's cousin's daughter's wedding. or is it his cousin's daughter's daughter's wedding? whatever, i'm sleepy.
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also, i'd be working the day i fly. whoa, just thinking about it makes me feel so drained out already. work from 9-6 then rush home and do some last minute packing and off to the airport. don't forget the half-day and a bit more flight to berlin. as it it's not enough torchure for me, nico suggested we go to the weihnachtsmarkt in berlin the day i arrive before we head to weisdin. don't even want to go up to his office, which is like on the 6th floor or something - by stairs!!! thinking about all these makes me want to cry already.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;die, die, die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116545866670321248?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116545866670321248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116545866670321248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116545866670321248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116545866670321248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/12/killing-me-almost-instantly.html' title='killing me almost instantly'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116515131643852259</id><published>2006-12-03T22:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:08:36.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'>anoo on german humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"i wore boots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;

everybody (as in the germans): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hahahahahahahaahahaha"&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/13111195-116515131643852259?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116515131643852259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116515131643852259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116515131643852259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116515131643852259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/12/anoo-on-german-humor.html' title='anoo on german humor'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116489467807576419</id><published>2006-11-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:55:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice smile!</title><content type='html'>stole this from nico's housemate's photo-log thingy. didn't know the other german he's living with is, you know... good looking!

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/969593/funny%20bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/975587/funny%20bunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;... well now i know.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and i gave you bunny ears!!!
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hhahhahahahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(aww, du bist ganz niedlich mein schatz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116489467807576419?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116489467807576419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116489467807576419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116489467807576419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116489467807576419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/nice-smile.html' title='nice smile!'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116464266556716303</id><published>2006-11-27T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:58:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spidery action</title><content type='html'>went abseiling last saturday and it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super damned shit cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sure, our bodies are aching like a bloody mofo till today but it was so much fun!!!
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/652202/me%20n%20tim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/172169/me%20n%20tim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i guess i went overboard by being all pissed at jen, though she was totally in the wrong but i really shouldn't have overreacted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, i'm sorry jen.&lt;/span&gt; serves her right for having to wear tim's ugly crocs, though!
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muahahahahahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/690211/exchange%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/825140/exchange%20shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice shoes, jen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/296359/jen%20in%20crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/991207/jen%20in%20crocs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anyways, chin lay the intern almost chikened out by giving some lame excuses that she needs to cook and other bullcrap. good thing we all managed to convince her to stay and abseil with us!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/162478/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/410848/waiting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;as jen did it before us (with an accompanying expert abseiler, mind you), 3 of us did it together. it wasn't too much of fear for me, but more of the tiring factor. stepping over the ledge was quite unnerving as my feet struggled to touch the walls - horizontally. or is it vertically? no, it's horizontal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/913441/group%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/972316/group%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was first to get down, despite tim leading at first and later on, after looking at the photos taken by jen, i noticed how tim 'struggled' on his way down. he had his legs spread out wide and it's hillarious!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/923750/aiks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/150799/aiks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;whatever it was, it aint abseiling... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;mr. spiderman-wannabe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116464266556716303?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116464266556716303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116464266556716303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116464266556716303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116464266556716303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/spidery-action.html' title='spidery action'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116453903194901629</id><published>2006-11-26T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:03:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kancil awards 2006</title><content type='html'>and i had to go to the kancil awards this time.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/75143/bunnykill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/21282/bunnykill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;anoo and erin was supposed to go but anoo was in penang and erin couldn't make it. jen pulled out cause apparently she had dinner (but of course, i didn't fall for that).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/525113/red%20people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/584407/red%20people.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;was pretty boring. this time, my partner-in-crime wasn't there - edmund. he went to penang with anoo to emcee an event.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/108854/alvinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/835955/alvinny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and gladys wasn't even seated at the same table as i was!
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/537624/colleagues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/967341/colleagues.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
jon was a bloody idiot that night for saying something he shouldn't have said. the guys tried to hook him up with some girls but i guess girls just don't dig losers.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/1600/126636/stupid%20jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7250/570/320/289995/stupid%20jon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
*evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116453903194901629?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116453903194901629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116453903194901629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116453903194901629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116453903194901629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/kancil-awards-2006.html' title='kancil awards 2006'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116428270702319153</id><published>2006-11-23T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:51:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot cross buns</title><content type='html'>suddenly those 3 words popped into my head. then i find myself singing it at the dinner table. i went...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; see how they run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; see how they run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br&gt; knew it was wrong but yet it sounds so right. so i kept repeating:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hot cross buns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... see how they run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i kept singing it but failed to get the lyrics right. surprisingly dad knew it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one a penny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two a penny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot cross buns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;now i remember.  &lt;font size="6"&gt;heh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;but it could very well be...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; hot cross buns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;see how they run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; see how they run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;they all ran after the baker's wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she cut them in half with a butter knife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;have you ever seen such as sight in your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as hot cross buns.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116428270702319153?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116428270702319153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116428270702319153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116428270702319153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116428270702319153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/hot-cross-buns.html' title='hot cross buns'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116426624219606223</id><published>2006-11-23T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:17:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy dreamt</title><content type='html'>this time, dad dreamt of being in a cooking competition. it's hilarious cause dad fries, not cooks. he fries fish, eggs, nuggets, vegetables (ok, stir-fry)...
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so anyway, he was laughing as he told me that he thought it was funny himself that he got 2nd place in that cooking competition.
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best part is, he won it by frying perfectly rectangular shaped 'keropoks'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116426624219606223?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116426624219606223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116426624219606223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116426624219606223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116426624219606223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/daddy-dreamt.html' title='daddy dreamt'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116418394772891261</id><published>2006-11-22T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:25:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, we're not from bella skincare</title><content type='html'>my friend who's working in optical 88 sent me this! this photo was taken last friday at zouk. i actually went for the berjaya open house dinner with the 988 asst. manager and the 988 sales guy. then they dragged me along to the spotlite's 4th anniversary party. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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and i even bumped into 2 old friends! not literally old, but those long-time-no-see friends. so, yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116418394772891261?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116418394772891261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116418394772891261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116418394772891261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116418394772891261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-were-not-from-bella-skincare.html' title='no, we&apos;re not from bella skincare'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116418073228916385</id><published>2006-11-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:32:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottoms down</title><content type='html'>it rained during lunch today. i was happy to be able to use my new umbrella our family won for a luckydraw at some high-tea event that mum helped organize. so anyway, the interns thought i was mad for being so excited about an umbrella. they even said it's ugly! the nerve...
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well, i like it cause its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skinny &lt;/span&gt;and it has a handle. but most importantly, it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the best things in life are indeed free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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the mamak shop that we went to were almost full and we had to sit inside the restaurant. chin lay complained that we were too near the drain and taht we could smell it. so we changed tables... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt; to the point where melvin just couldn't be bothered and just sat there, with 4 chubby chefs who made the 2 tables look like 1.
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so we had our lunch and walked back. i was all happy-pappy with my new umbrella and skipping and all. there was this slope where the disabled people could move with their wheelchair and melvin walked on it. i sorta skipped past him.
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i was overtaking him and slowed down cause melvin's a fat arse when all of a sudden the sole of my shoes was holding on to the slippery tiled floor. i slid, or rather glided on the damned thing, frantically waving my arms, trying to maintain my balance and not to fall flat on my butt...
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... but i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116418073228916385?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116418073228916385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116418073228916385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116418073228916385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116418073228916385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/bottoms-down.html' title='bottoms down'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116323852660489837</id><published>2006-11-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:50:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kancil air awards 2006</title><content type='html'>went to the kancil air awards at shangri-la hotel last night for work. was kinda fun to see all, if not most of the people within the same industry in one place.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/570/1600/hui%20ee%20a%26%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/570/320/hui%20ee%20a%26%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;had to say i felt kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkward &lt;/span&gt;there as everyone pretty much knew everyone. edmund, kar wai and i were just standing at a corner. we were people watching. it was relatively fun, i'd say. but i wouldn't do this if i had the choice.
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&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah, blah, blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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nothing much, really. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/570/1600/shiny%20cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7250/570/320/shiny%20cap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;pity anoo wasn't there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116323852660489837?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116323852660489837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116323852660489837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116323852660489837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116323852660489837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/kancil-air-awards-2006.html' title='kancil air awards 2006'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116312627598777782</id><published>2006-11-10T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:46:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still emo</title><content type='html'>the previous entry was actually written last night. felt somewhat shitty so i called up adran, my ex.
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it was really nice to talk to him again, after sometime although we've definitely drifted apart. he's a sweet guy and i feel as if i could rely on him for emotional support. and last night, he reminded me that i still have people who cares about me.
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of course, being me i'm as sceptical as ever cause i tend to indulge in self pity.
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&lt;strong&gt;* self pity * self pity * self pity *&lt;/strong&gt;
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nobody loves meeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116312627598777782?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116312627598777782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116312627598777782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116312627598777782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116312627598777782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-emo.html' title='still emo'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13111195.post-116312548634898913</id><published>2006-11-10T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:48:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad case</title><content type='html'>i guess i'd never come first before your friends. sure, i knew that your friends are everything to you but unfortunately i haven't really come into terms with it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;of course, i would expect to be your &lt;strong&gt;'everything'&lt;/strong&gt;. well, you could at least &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'pretend'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that i was it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;suddenly damn emo. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;feel like a sad case, which is really damned pathetic. would be nice to have someone who shows they care. least i still have me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;guess i need to go out more. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so... who needs a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13111195-116312548634898913?l=moosemousse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/feeds/116312548634898913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13111195&amp;postID=116312548634898913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116312548634898913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13111195/posts/default/116312548634898913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moosemousse.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-case.html' title='sad case'/><author><name>juli</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.mickeymoose.org/hopmoose_175.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
