<?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-18875039</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:06:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous Passerby</title><subtitle type='html'>Disclaimer:I will not be personally liable for contents found here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-4847672211721322038</id><published>2008-01-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:38:21.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming, Me, Myself and 2008</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to write about I have no idea where to start.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back here though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114917804291105104</id><published>2006-06-02T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:07:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel World ....</title><content type='html'>In the Law module I'm supposed to pick 4 questions.&lt;br /&gt;Spotted 4 questions and all 4 came out.&lt;br /&gt;But kinda blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114917804291105104?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114861230135239466</id><published>2006-05-26T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:58:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>On the road to recovery,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I might falter,&lt;br /&gt;But I will try to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Come back self respect.&lt;br /&gt;Come back happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Come back what I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114861230135239466?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114861230135239466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114861230135239466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114861230135239466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114861230135239466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/05/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114845923390588451</id><published>2006-05-24T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:27:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Possessed</title><content type='html'>2 Days ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fab:" Where's the place you were saying where you could get rims (car) at good prices?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" xxxxxxxx"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" How? Did you go?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fab:" Changed my mind. Decided to get a car instead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" What?! Thats a big transition!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fab:" There's this SIR in very good accident free condition. $42000 very good buy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" How much is your take home pay now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fab:" $1000"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" I think its a really really bad decision."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted to say was, I think you're fucking out of your mind!&lt;br /&gt;Me ---------&gt; Sensitive Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114845923390588451?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114845923390588451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114845923390588451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114845923390588451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114845923390588451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-possessed.html' title='He&apos;s Possessed'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114806406185490691</id><published>2006-05-20T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:41:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grossed Out</title><content type='html'>Jay likes to spit into his empty can drink after he smokes.&lt;br /&gt;Today.. I shared my 100 Plus with him.&lt;br /&gt;While he shot some hoops I drank up what was left.&lt;br /&gt;To my ultimate horror, it wasn't 100 Plus I tasted.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;He better be disease free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114806406185490691?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114806406185490691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114806406185490691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114806406185490691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114806406185490691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/05/grossed-out.html' title='Grossed Out'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114797887220519275</id><published>2006-05-19T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T03:01:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down!</title><content type='html'>Had my first paper at Expo today.&lt;br /&gt;Few people were having exams today so there wasn't much of a crowd which was good.&lt;br /&gt;Did my paper while Hi-5 was singing next door.&lt;br /&gt;They are here in SG to hold their concert.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nice to rock to the beat while doing the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Paper was ok.. was in a good enough mood to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipped and fell down today.&lt;br /&gt;Pain man.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky nobody saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114797887220519275?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114797887220519275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114797887220519275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114797887220519275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114797887220519275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-down.html' title='One Down!'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114711655502846021</id><published>2006-05-09T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:29:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of The Election</title><content type='html'>Its been 2 days and we are STILL discussing, debating, about the parties involved. Guys can be such nags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the reason why I liked hanging out with the neighbourhood gang was because they were simple people ( 1 bimbo + 1 himbo + 1 showoff + miscellaneous) whom I could talk to without engaging any brain tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Wah piang after an entire day of mugging over exams, my brains need to rest one leh.&lt;br /&gt;But no, they had to become the great coffeeshop political analysts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised something interesting, all the guys I have dated ( well, cept' 1) were from Aljunied GRC.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time to change constituency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114711655502846021?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114711655502846021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114711655502846021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114711655502846021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114711655502846021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/05/aftermath-of-election.html' title='Aftermath of The Election'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114655939292812685</id><published>2006-05-02T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:43:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of an Angry Girl</title><content type='html'>Now and then, I check out my friend's blog---&gt;&lt;a href="http://mistycrystaleyes.blogs.friendster.com/struggles_of_an_old_chris/"&gt;Pure Guy Bashing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that describing her as an uptight person would be an understatement, judging from the way she writes.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know her in JC in the basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;She was always the spontaneous one who was always willing to organise events for me, be the one and only crazy cheerleader etc..&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still think that her mentality is rather childlike and sometimes, naive.&lt;br /&gt;But I like her because she is who she is.&lt;br /&gt;She is a friend with no ill intentions, a team player.&lt;br /&gt;Boisterous yes, always sharing to everybody who her latest crush is..&lt;br /&gt;Someone I love to disturb, someone I can count on.&lt;br /&gt;We are not close. We were never close before.&lt;br /&gt;But, we sure were good teammates.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for people like her around me, who never fail to add some cheer into my life.&lt;br /&gt;Especially through her crazy blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114655939292812685?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114655939292812685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114655939292812685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114655939292812685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114655939292812685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/05/chronicles-of-angry-girl.html' title='Chronicles of an Angry Girl'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114616192210166799</id><published>2006-04-28T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:18:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote If You Want Him/Her To Stay!</title><content type='html'>The Singapore General Election is very much like Singapore Idol/ Project Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;Vote for your favourite politician!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that the recent dialogue some journalists had with MM Mr Lee didn't reflect the general opinion of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;One said that young people nowdays were apolitical. That the kids in secondary sch etc did not care about the state of Singapore at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well of course! In secondary school I was more concerned with looking good in the neoprints I took when I skipped class, hanging out in town, making a nuisance of myself.&lt;br /&gt;MM Lee said later on that if that was the state of affairs nowadays, he felt a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! I hate to see an old man sad!&lt;br /&gt;I do care about what the parties have to offer my GRC.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Im more than happy to vote and I can't wait to make an informed decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The political scene in Singapore is special for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there are various characters who spice things up the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;I find it incomprehensible that someone who is relatively highly educated can act like my neighbourhood beng.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just a Singaporean trait bah!&lt;br /&gt;Glad they are not contesting in my GRC or else my vote would be a no-brainer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114616192210166799?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114616192210166799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114616192210166799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114616192210166799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114616192210166799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/vote-if-you-want-himher-to-stay.html' title='Vote If You Want Him/Her To Stay!'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114610095846376770</id><published>2006-04-27T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:46:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Was studying at Mac and there was a baby wailing his lungs out while his poor mother was trying to have a meal.&lt;br /&gt;How come when babies cry there are no tears?????&lt;br /&gt;And how come the baby can cry,stop(look normal),cry,stop(look normal)..in matter of few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Fine actor, master manipulator this little chap is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macdonalds is a bad place to study.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I bring my laptop along.. I just end up chatting on msn and downloading songs.&lt;br /&gt;And my newly found bunch of mahjong kakis seem to be stalking me there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I finally won today :)&lt;br /&gt;Smirks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114610095846376770?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114610095846376770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114610095846376770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114610095846376770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114610095846376770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114598642636000383</id><published>2006-04-26T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:33:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Ambulance</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I saw a traffic policeman at the T junction at my place, thought he was probably issuing some summons.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, my friend SK called to say that she had been hit by a motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather shocked because she's my first friend to have been hit by a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the whole thing was a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;(On hindsight, Im a really horrible person)&lt;br /&gt;Was intrigued by the incident.&lt;br /&gt;Asked her whether she flew.. And yes, she did fly a little.&lt;br /&gt;Injured her leg,arms,face..&lt;br /&gt;SK is different from other people.&lt;br /&gt;She's not retarded but she's slower and you can tell physically.&lt;br /&gt;So I feel bad that that she's already born not so good-looking and she has to be hit by a vehicle, bashed up by the neighbourhood girl thugs (in the past) etc..&lt;br /&gt;BeeBee said Im mean when I commented that I thought the whole thing was funny.&lt;br /&gt;But Jay laughed when I told him about it.&lt;br /&gt;Guess Im not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;Grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114598642636000383?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114598642636000383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114598642636000383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114598642636000383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114598642636000383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-comes-ambulance.html' title='Here Comes The Ambulance'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114581182519331108</id><published>2006-04-24T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:03:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Connected To The World Once Again!</title><content type='html'>I am the proud owner of a Motorola V3X!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And its a cool shade of pink!&lt;br /&gt;Called in advance to check whether the shop had stock and arrived 15 mins before opening time too. (Because there were a few handsets left)&lt;br /&gt;Had to take these precautions because there were many many many occasions throughout the years where I went to the handphone shop in great anticipation only to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;No stock lah, contract not over yet, no stock, some bullshit etc...&lt;br /&gt;So, 12 hours later, Im still feeling incredulous I had a successful transaction.&lt;br /&gt;And now, Im bloody broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114581182519331108?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114581182519331108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114581182519331108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114581182519331108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114581182519331108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-connected-to-world-once-again.html' title='Im Connected To The World Once Again!'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114564535334676152</id><published>2006-04-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:49:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mindless Friday</title><content type='html'>Realised that exams are really near and im not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Scared. Really.&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, i feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;I should be out fighting, tryin to survive, in the dog-eat-dog world by this age.&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, trying to graduate. Still.&lt;br /&gt;Sucky Friday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly cried while studying microeconomics at Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because i was reminded of the fat pig lecturer (whom i hate).&lt;br /&gt;And who happens to be my next door neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-bad-memories.html"&gt;Crazy Ex&lt;/a&gt; walked past back and forth numerous times, sending me into bouts of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of the &lt;a href="http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-saw-my-future.html"&gt;Creepy Lady In The Pink Dress&lt;/a&gt; affirmed that it really was a sucky Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need a mahjong session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114564535334676152?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114537290064878639</id><published>2006-04-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:08:20.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Popular</title><content type='html'>Took the second last row seat in the bus today.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, people were sitting next to me one after another.&lt;br /&gt;I was HOT stuff man!&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned around and realised there was a weird lady at the back.&lt;br /&gt;She was clipping stuff off the back of her ear with a nail clipper.&lt;br /&gt;Hobbit perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114537290064878639?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114537290064878639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114537290064878639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114537290064878639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114537290064878639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss-popular.html' title='Miss Popular'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114486197171652301</id><published>2006-04-13T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:12:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Died On Me</title><content type='html'>My Hp switched off after its battery died, and decided it'll never switch on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to get the Motorola V3X or the Nokia 6280.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Sony Ericsson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114486197171652301?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114486197171652301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114486197171652301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114486197171652301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114486197171652301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-died-on-me.html' title='It Died On Me'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114460254237049704</id><published>2006-04-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:09:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Saw My Future</title><content type='html'>Many years back, I used to work at the 7-11 in my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;Encountered many interesting characters there, one of whom was a spooky old lady.&lt;br /&gt;She permanently wore a pink floral dress over her skinny hunched back, completing her look with white powdered hands and face.&lt;br /&gt;She would come in around the same time late every night.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while collecting her payment, I inevitably touched her hands.&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I was very freaked out by her because she had the coldest hands.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I found out I had an aversion to floral old ladies with cold hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the years, being a night owl myself, I saw her rather frequently.&lt;br /&gt;I shuddered everytime she passed me.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was just being very silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while studying at Macdonalds, I saw her walk pass.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered to myself ..&lt;br /&gt;Whether she was lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Whether there were people who cared about her?&lt;br /&gt;Whether she was downstairs looking for some love?&lt;br /&gt;Whether I was just looking at myself, 40 years down the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously have a short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;With regards to studying only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114460254237049704?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114460254237049704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114460254237049704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114460254237049704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114460254237049704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-saw-my-future.html' title='I Think I Saw My Future'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114442176310720175</id><published>2006-04-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:57:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Bad Memories</title><content type='html'>Recently, I bumped into my Ex. Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the coffeeshop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AD : " Hey, your friend! He was staring at you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ( Turned around only to see the ex) " Fuck! Its not funny..!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody : (laughs heartily)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed at my friend for noticing him.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed at the Ex for showing up in my line of vision.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed at myself for having been together with him.&lt;br /&gt;Because this Ex, had been the butt of many jokes on me.&lt;br /&gt;(And I do see him around because he lives a few blocks away)&lt;br /&gt;Because this Ex, never fails to remind me that I do make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;BIG, CRAZY, I-MUST-HAVE-BEEN-BLIND/DRUNK MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then,&lt;br /&gt;I was young.&lt;br /&gt;I was kind.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;I met him.&lt;br /&gt;We got together.&lt;br /&gt;I found out he was a little loony. (IM SERIOUS!)&lt;br /&gt;I dumped him.&lt;br /&gt;He stalked me for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most pissy thing was that my friend actually had a feeling that he was loony, but didn't dare to tell me because she thought I was so deeply in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114442176310720175?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114442176310720175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114442176310720175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114442176310720175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114442176310720175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-bad-memories.html' title='Very Bad Memories'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114431593492364263</id><published>2006-04-06T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:39:05.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An excellent Meal</title><content type='html'>Had a late lunch at Sitara, a northern Indian restaurant @ Serangoon Rd.(Opposite Mustafa)&lt;br /&gt;Was wandering around looking for a nice Indian place to eat, finally deciding on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sure have great service!&lt;br /&gt;So great that I tipped them happily at the end of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;I cant even remember the last time I left a tip. ( unwanted loose change not counted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the waiters!&lt;br /&gt;There were mainly 2 types there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rotund-looking middle aged type with a mustache to complete the look.&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a cute smile, kind face and a very friendly attitude, he took my heart away! Awwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Handsome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say? The tall, fair and handsome Indian waiter took my heart away as well!&lt;br /&gt;Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were very sympathetic as well. Seeing that I was alone, they were not stingy with their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Handsome: " Where are you from?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" Erm, Singapore.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Handsome: " Oh! Your face doesn't look local! I thought you were from somewhere else!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it count that my mother is from Indonesia??&lt;br /&gt;He must have been really confused by my brown contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Adorable also educated me on the finer points of Indian crusine, North and South.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really listening though.&lt;br /&gt;Because I just liked staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was good, a little over the budget for me but I guess it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Because with their excellent service, I had a really enjoyable meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114431593492364263?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114431593492364263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114431593492364263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114431593492364263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114431593492364263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/excellent-meal.html' title='An excellent Meal'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114411506469808625</id><published>2006-04-04T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:57:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Tough Part II</title><content type='html'>During the weekend, in the middle of the night, a friend brought us to a fishing farm somewhere in the east of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly undesirable kampong experience.&lt;br /&gt;Ants with a killer bite were everywhere on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Had to stand on a stool to avoid getting bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a really sweet and silly Labrador there, who fell into the water cos he's just so silly.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs seem to have a problem with walking backwards on planks. Or maybe its just him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other dogs in small cages there.&lt;br /&gt;One of which is him here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stared at him for a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I dont think he's supposed to be here in sunny Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114411506469808625?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114411506469808625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114411506469808625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114411506469808625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114411506469808625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-tough-part-ii.html' title='Im Tough Part II'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114382308197743529</id><published>2006-04-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:38:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/DSC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When trudging through grass as high as me, I regret having an ass itchy enough to follow the boys on their fishing adventure. Besides the undesirable terrain, it was fun though! There are many pretty fishes at the seaside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met jesus there too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114382308197743529?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114382308197743529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114382308197743529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114382308197743529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114382308197743529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-tough.html' title='Im Tough'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114372173321747237</id><published>2006-03-30T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:28:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when I am very free, I ponder over the mysteries of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg, Whether good-looking people actually know that they are good-looking...&lt;br /&gt;How come ugly/people with no character can imagine themselves to be beautiful/ likeable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's why we have Miss Singapore Universe! * more sniggering*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114372173321747237?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114372173321747237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114372173321747237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114372173321747237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114372173321747237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/03/bleah.html' title='Bleah...'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114364615592273269</id><published>2006-03-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:29:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the smart + pretty girls go?</title><content type='html'>Laptop is back from the doctor!!&lt;br /&gt;Entire hard disk was changed.&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean they were too lazy to fix the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contestants of Miss Singapore Universe have affirmed my long time suspicions that this is one pageant which should be scrapped.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, the contestants don't look that bad in their photoshots.&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of digital retouching.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114364615592273269?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114364615592273269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114364615592273269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114364615592273269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114364615592273269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-did-smart-pretty-girls-go.html' title='Where did the smart + pretty girls go?'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114122350367067457</id><published>2006-03-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:31:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Night</title><content type='html'>Watching "A Light Affair" now.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy should date me instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114122350367067457?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114122350367067457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114122350367067457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114122350367067457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114122350367067457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/03/tv-night.html' title='TV Night'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114096683827870213</id><published>2006-02-26T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:13:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Finally Over</title><content type='html'>And Im rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114096683827870213?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114096683827870213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114096683827870213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114096683827870213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114096683827870213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-finally-over.html' title='Its Finally Over'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114059524929676684</id><published>2006-02-22T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:00:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Wear?</title><content type='html'>Certain things i have done, i have regretted.&lt;br /&gt;What i did today was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gona celebrate AS's birthday later.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the number of birthdays, weddings and funerals that i skip regularly, i wonder if anybody would come to mine :)&lt;br /&gt;A four year old kid could probably count the number of birthdays which i turn up for yearly.&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why i turn up for those is out of obligation and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, they would nag and whine for ages if i dont turn up.&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like to go out. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;If everybody celebrated their birthdays downstairs, i'd turn up for all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114059524929676684?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114059524929676684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114059524929676684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114059524929676684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114059524929676684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-to-wear.html' title='What to Wear?'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114045358872284570</id><published>2006-02-21T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:39:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Money's Coming</title><content type='html'>Bumped into Miss K downstairs today.&lt;br /&gt;She's back with her first groom.&lt;br /&gt;I think she was rather traumatised about the entire wedding thing.&lt;br /&gt;First groom still wants to marry her though. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think she intends to jump into it cos she's decided to invest her CPF through me.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fretting about skincare brands and products.&lt;br /&gt;So many to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;Tough being a lady.&lt;br /&gt;Expensive being a lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114045358872284570?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114045358872284570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114045358872284570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114045358872284570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114045358872284570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/02/moneys-coming.html' title='The Money&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-114020565637199152</id><published>2006-02-18T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:47:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunkies</title><content type='html'>Yes, there are definitely many on the Torino Winter Olympics 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Spotted a gem from New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;Many interesting ( some silly) events on the competition.&lt;br /&gt;Made me wished that it snowed in sunny Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Though from experience, snow is not as white and clean as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I used to pee in the snow when I was a little girl living in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-114020565637199152?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/114020565637199152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=114020565637199152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114020565637199152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/114020565637199152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/02/hunkies.html' title='Hunkies'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113958810169400771</id><published>2006-02-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:15:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might Be A Good Thing After All?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Miss &lt;a href="http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-shock-proof.html"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt; is not getting married after all. Im not surprised. The odds of the havoc queen getting married is the same as the odds of me winning today's ten million lottery. She's still young (23+ yrs old) No rush mah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether its me having issues. He confuses me. Am I thinking too much? I just don't wanna be a fool again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113958810169400771?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113958810169400771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113958810169400771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113958810169400771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113958810169400771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/02/might-be-good-thing-after-all.html' title='Might Be A Good Thing After All?'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113937425171760353</id><published>2006-02-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:50:51.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/2006%20CNY3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/2006%20CNY3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/2006%20CNY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/2006%20CNY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back from &lt;a href="http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/11/counting-down.html"&gt;Johor&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice trip.&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Entertained the baby. Watch Singapore TV. Mahjong. ATE ATE &amp; ATE. Seafood was dirt cheap.&lt;br /&gt;This trip was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even change any sing dollar because I had enough ringgit from the ang baos and gambling hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Im still in the holiday mood now that im back. Which is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, &lt;a href="http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-adventure.html"&gt;Ah Yen&lt;/a&gt; was very hardcore. he brought us to a spot deep into the inland. Rolling up his berms, he started to wade deep inside the marshes, commenting at the same time that there were crocodiles.&lt;br /&gt;Sinking into the mud every step nearing the water, I decided to make use of the lovely atmosphere and practise my yoga.&lt;br /&gt;Bored, I decided I would learn how to drive a motorbike. FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;No crocodiles were sighted that day.&lt;br /&gt;But the guys did point out some footprints of the wild boars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/2006%20CNY2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/2006%20CNY2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just an hour before I was to leave for Singapore, the lady who sells her freshly caught prawns and friends on motorbike came by. She had one &lt;em&gt;sea grasshopper ( &lt;/em&gt;directly translated from chinese. I have no idea what its called) Its kinda like crayfish except that its head resembles that of a grasshopper. We steamed it while it was still alive (we were in a hurry!) It tasted GREAT! Even better than lobsters. Heard its kinda hard to get to taste it nowadays. I have never seen it before in Singapore. Swaku huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113937425171760353?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113937425171760353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113937425171760353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113937425171760353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113937425171760353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113700465289377448</id><published>2006-01-12T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:39:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Got It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/Seafood%20International.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/Seafood%20International.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at their tagline " IF IT SWIMS WE HAVE IT"&lt;br /&gt;Lola&lt;em&gt;:" Sperm swims&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good.&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of the C family.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113700465289377448?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113700465289377448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113700465289377448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113700465289377448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113700465289377448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/01/shes-got-it.html' title='She&apos;s Got It'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113680093302528537</id><published>2006-01-09T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:03:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Mechanic</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with G.&lt;br /&gt;Good company as usual.&lt;br /&gt;He's kind of infatuated with the china girl he met from the "&lt;em&gt;ktv&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;She has gone back to China and he actually misses her.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy who fools around, I think he got it bad this time.&lt;br /&gt;He is thinking of going to China to marry her.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose my chit chat buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/01/lonely-lonely.html"&gt;SS's brother, YL&lt;/a&gt; came to help me oil my rollarblades.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know the ball bearings can be removed..&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was very pro, I never oiled my blades.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I like to take things apart and put them back again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im a boy in a girl's body.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just a closet genius..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS and YL aren't exactly the most loving pair of siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship has always been strained, like most siblings.&lt;br /&gt;(I dislike my sister most of the time, except when she lends me her stuff)&lt;br /&gt;So meeting him felt illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he will love her more after I told him that she was happy he asked her out for blading the other day :)&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the part where she said if him getting dumped can improve their relationship, she's glad that he got dumped.&lt;br /&gt;I am so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113680093302528537?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113680093302528537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113680093302528537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113680093302528537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113680093302528537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-mechanic.html' title='I am the Mechanic'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113665701998217185</id><published>2006-01-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:04:31.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Lonely</title><content type='html'>Went blading at east coast in the morning with SS and her brother.&lt;br /&gt;The rest didn't come cos it was drizzling on and off the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;The brother got dumped recently by his gf over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;They had been together for a good 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;He's a quiet person.&lt;br /&gt;He must have been very lonely to come out with us because he doesn't really talk to his sister actually.&lt;br /&gt;From the way he talks, I think he's very sad.&lt;br /&gt;But he confessed he made no effort to get his gal back.&lt;br /&gt;One thing about these quiet people, they don't verbalise how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about girls is, they need constant reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he gets back on his feet soon because he does seem very lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminded me about taking care of my rollarblades.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, took apart the wheels, and found a leaf and a twig hidden inside + loads of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;Good thinking bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113665701998217185?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113665701998217185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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It</title><content type='html'>I have an acquaintance, D, who makes a living selling exotic (illegal) animals.&lt;br /&gt;He has taken to calling me frequently, expecting me to be interested in whatever overpriced "stock" he has in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Today he called in the afternoon and chatted with me. Was rather surprised. It was very out of the blue. Furthermore, he's more of my dude's friend rather than mine.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening he called me again. This time round, he urgently informed me that he had a kangeroo on hand. So as a courteous gesture, i told him that i would ask my friends whether they were interested.&lt;br /&gt;In the next half an hour, he called me numerous times, call shortly after another call.&lt;br /&gt;I did have a friend, Ed, who was interested but found the price over his budget.&lt;br /&gt;With this, D bombaded me with even more calls.&lt;br /&gt;D revealed that the AVA was checking up on him because some big mouth had spilled the beans on him and he needed to get rid of the kangeroo desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im irritated by the calls.&lt;br /&gt;He's irritating me by calling and calling non- stop.&lt;br /&gt;And the details he reveals about the kangeroo are rather ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;I asked whether it was a wallaby and he said no. Its a type of dwarf kangeroo.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Australia for god knows how many times and i've never seen a dwarf kangeroo before. Don't like it that he cant tell me the &lt;em&gt;scientific name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he considers 2 yrs old to be a baby. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;My friend is very interested though. Hope he doesnt buy it.&lt;br /&gt;(But if he gets it i'll still hop over for a look cos it sounds cute)&lt;br /&gt;D is a pushy man and Ed is a very nice man.&lt;br /&gt;So im afraid Ed would get cheated or something.&lt;br /&gt;Because then, it'll be my fault and i'd feel so damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small world though, I've been to D's supplier shop in KL before with Ed and company.&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, D claims only he can get such a good price from the supplier.&lt;br /&gt;BULL.&lt;br /&gt;WAT A LOAD OF BULL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113615803193795723?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113615803193795723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113615803193795723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113615803193795723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113615803193795723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-push-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Push It'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113593119654191888</id><published>2005-12-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:28:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Boils Down to Fate</title><content type='html'>I have a 28 yr-old friend, XL, whose growing-up cycle seems to be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;He picked up smoking only at 27.&lt;br /&gt;Tries to look cool as he huffs and puffs, trembling fingers ( Parkinson disease ? ) holding the cigarette in a cinematic pose.&lt;br /&gt;His kinda-old car is fitted with flashing blue neon lights and rows of meters which serve no useful purpose.&lt;br /&gt;It is funny because these are things we try and do at age 15.&lt;br /&gt;Except for his ego, he's a really nice person though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks below average but somehow managed to get a pretty gf.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, he announced that a girl is chasing him and he showed us her picture.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like one of those babes whom people download from the internet...&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we are all flabbergasted...&lt;br /&gt;They are dating now = He is two-timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brudder G sadly explains that its fate lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113593119654191888?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113593119654191888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113593119654191888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113593119654191888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113593119654191888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-all-boils-down-to-fate.html' title='It All Boils Down to Fate'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113584885290276569</id><published>2005-12-29T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:42:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin Yang Forces</title><content type='html'>2 years back, me and the rest of the girls gave F possibly the most unforgettable birthday gift of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought him to Changi Village after a nice dinner at Lemongrass and decided to buy him " an experience with a transvestite".&lt;br /&gt;After begging him and whining for 3 hours, he finally agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the She-Man(s) strut their stuff and I chose one whom I thought was pretty and went up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I didn't know what services she provided. So I just asked her " how much?"&lt;br /&gt;She informed me :" 30 for blow" (so thats what they do!) at the same time glaring at me.&lt;br /&gt;She was rather fierce to me. She probably thought i was out to make fun of her.&lt;br /&gt;When she realised I was serious, that she was the birthday gift, she was rather sweet.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, after they drove off, she even asked F to tell us girls not to hang around there as it was dangerous. Maybe because we look androgynous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Bee interrogated F about the entire process when they came back.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the way she asks questions, she should join the CID.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a lingering strawberry smell in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to forget this incident, mainly because she-man and F, SHARE THE SAME NAME!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look at him or say his name... memories come flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;We are bad bad friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113584885290276569?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113584885290276569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113584885290276569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113584885290276569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113584885290276569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/yin-yang-forces.html' title='Yin Yang Forces'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113549288762848798</id><published>2005-12-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:41:27.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Festive Season</title><content type='html'>Counted down to Christmas at the KTV with the neighbourhood gang.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all of us were so dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;We were only going to this community centre nearby.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though!&lt;br /&gt;Have always enjoyed their no-stress company..&lt;br /&gt;Had volka added to our respective bubble teas, strawberry, coffee, mango, watermelon etc..&lt;br /&gt;Glad i ordered Lychee.. it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to the coke and sprite asap..&lt;br /&gt;I think i will mix the drinks next time round. M sucks at it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why i got drunk?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been eating a lot. Somehow, there is food everywhere! In the office, at the ktv, at the fishing pond, in my home...&lt;br /&gt;And there's a BBQ tonight...&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA BE SO SO FAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113549288762848798?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113549288762848798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113549288762848798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113549288762848798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113549288762848798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-festive-season.html' title='Tis the Festive Season'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113535189024915098</id><published>2005-12-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:31:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Shy</title><content type='html'>He was at the party today but i was too shy to even look at him.&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113535189024915098?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113535189024915098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113535189024915098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113535189024915098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113535189024915098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/too-shy.html' title='Too Shy'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113531995132524513</id><published>2005-12-23T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:30:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Drank Drunk</title><content type='html'>MERRRRRRY XMASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is puking&lt;br /&gt;He has fainted&lt;br /&gt;Its only 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Its parttttttttttty time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113531995132524513?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113531995132524513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113531995132524513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113531995132524513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113531995132524513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/drink-drank-drunk.html' title='Drink Drank Drunk'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113524363093278558</id><published>2005-12-22T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:27:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Rush</title><content type='html'>For the first time in two years, i met someone attractive in the office yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;He was humourous cute. Not that good-looking, but a funny chap.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to announce that yours truly was composed and witty.&lt;br /&gt;There are many  flashy young guys in the office but have never been attracted to them sadly.&lt;br /&gt;HE will be at the party tomorrow! Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of my colleagues are really stressed out. The hair-pulling, temper-flaring kind of stress.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad coming into the office after a good workout at the gym, happily enjoying my lunch, chatting on msn, watching the world go by..&lt;br /&gt;I AM a lazy pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113524363093278558?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113524363093278558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113524363093278558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113524363093278558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113524363093278558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-end-rush.html' title='Year End Rush'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113491973622344569</id><published>2005-12-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:28:56.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Shock-Proof</title><content type='html'>K is supposed to get married next year.&lt;br /&gt;She's still getting married but to a different groom.&lt;br /&gt;And i only didnt see her for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i can ever get married.&lt;br /&gt;Can i be with someone for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;So far, the people around me have shown me that nothing lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;The Institution of Marriage is one scary idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've morphed into the lying girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Dont see the point in being so good to my lying boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I hate playing this role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113491973622344569?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113491973622344569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113491973622344569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113491973622344569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113491973622344569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-shock-proof.html' title='I Am Shock-Proof'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113460081634091975</id><published>2005-12-15T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:16:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Magnet</title><content type='html'>The Shit just keeps on coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i think he has changed.&lt;br /&gt;Am wasting my time on him.&lt;br /&gt;But nobody likes to face reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113460081634091975?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113460081634091975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113460081634091975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113460081634091975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113460081634091975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/shit-magnet.html' title='Shit Magnet'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113447279169663835</id><published>2005-12-13T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:23:11.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Training</title><content type='html'>Today at Fitness First,I went for the Precision Cycling Class.&lt;br /&gt;Going in on the dot, the stationary bicycles in the class were almost taken up by ladies clothed in hip sporting wear, looking fit and beautiful (from the back). I was dressed in simple and dowdy t-shirt and shorts. Very unprofessional looking.&lt;br /&gt;Chose one behind and climbed onto it (cos it was so bloody high).&lt;br /&gt;Instructor fit-gay-man informed me over his microphone that I had to adjust the seat and I needed water for this class. I started to get nervous because however I tried, I could not adjust the bicycle to hip-level. And it was starting to look dismantled. Over an Arabic- gypsy tune, he came over and instructed me how to adjust it. Frankly, I didn't know what the hell he was saying but I gamely told him &lt;em&gt;terminator&lt;/em&gt; style:" I'd be back!" and ran off to fetch my water.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the room, the class had started and I continued to fiddle with the fucking bike. Face feeling more hot every second, he finally came over and adjusted it for me. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 minutes of cycling, I regretted BIG BIG time coming for this class.&lt;br /&gt;Because after 3 minutes of cycling, I had fulfilled my exercise quota for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Because after 3 minutes of cycling, I was ready to leave the class and chill in my steambath.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was screwed this time..there was no way I could leave the class after 3 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;THE SHAME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspiring profusely (the wet and drippy kind), I carried on and with unbelievable willpower, I managed to preserve to the first break. WHOO HOOO!!! I AM THE SUPER ATHLETE!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the routine was challenging and very very intensive (worse than Body Combat class) but it felt good to be able to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;As an indicator of how challenging it was, the girl behind me was screaming in exhaustion. I kinda admire her for not giving up.. because she's rather fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going for cycling classes again because it provides very good cardio exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Will first check whether I will end up with big thighs and weak knees though.&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113447279169663835?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113447279169663835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113447279169663835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113447279169663835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113447279169663835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/physical-training.html' title='Physical Training'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113423854143529281</id><published>2005-12-11T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T03:26:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Hung out with the gang today. It was nice.. haven't really been spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess XF was in touchy mood today so being very sensitive friends, we gave in to her every request and showered loads of TLC on her.&lt;br /&gt;She had quarreled with her parents but by nightfall things were alright. She ended up $1000 richer and we ended up with a treat by her at my favourite Sushi Tei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were cruising in AS's Mazda 6, a mobile signboard, fueled by some magic wind, suddenly moved from the pavement towards the road in our direction. AS brilliantly honked at it repeatedly. Maybe he thought that the signboard would stop and wave a hand in apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the KTV in Serangoon Gardens, in the middle of a song, the words "car attendant here" suddenly flashed in red warning letters. I must say that the service at is very good here at K Garden. They saved us $30 in carpark summons. YX and I put on a great performance at the KTV dancing and prancing around showing off our gym class moves. We ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we sat by the Singapore River chatting and analyzing our love life. No conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid YX left her undergarments and swimsuit in the car. Since I see her the most often at the gym, I was tasked to bring the stuff home. Shit.. I think I must wash her panties for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113423854143529281?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113423854143529281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113423854143529281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113423854143529281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113423854143529281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-day.html' title='A Nice Day'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113394556955940591</id><published>2005-12-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:56:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxed Out</title><content type='html'>My stamina isn't like before.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be wonderwoman..&lt;br /&gt;Now...punctured-woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogged, rowed, crunched at the gym..&lt;br /&gt;Today's Body Combat class was very, very, very, intensive man. Loads of fast-paced action.&lt;br /&gt;I was very, very, very, tired.&lt;br /&gt;Instructor was one of those muscleman. He's not bad! Dynamic i would say. Along with the punches we threw and kicks aimed high, he'd make corresponding noises eg. POOF! BISH!&lt;br /&gt;I think he must spin music part-time.&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about the instructors here is that they are very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;So i dont feel condemmed everytime i goof up or dont geddit.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my body combat moves aren't very sharp and impressive. Very geeky. I probaby get attacked by my dog if i tried it on her. :(&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind..first lesson only. Practise at home so that for my next try i'll be more pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the steambath there.&lt;br /&gt;Skin (face only) very smooth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sounds interested in joining!&lt;br /&gt;Will try to trick her in... more khakis to work out with mah.&lt;br /&gt;Their brochure says that if you have a companion to work out with, you gain double the workout effect.&lt;br /&gt;So if i have a total of three or maybe 4, you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee.. Loony's friend the back-stabber goes to Fitness First too.&lt;br /&gt;And she lost 15 Kg in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;She bluff you all one lah... go Thailand plastic plastic more likely.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or she simply (sold) removed her womb, kidney, baby....&lt;br /&gt;Membership at Fitness First not cheap mah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113394556955940591?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113394556955940591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113394556955940591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113394556955940591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113394556955940591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/maxed-out.html' title='Maxed Out'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113392200594314026</id><published>2005-12-07T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:20:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameful Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went for my first gym session at &lt;a href="http://www.fitnessfirst.com.sg/"&gt;Fitness First&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Tried this class called Body Balance. Found out i could not balance very well. So ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;The instructor was a really cool lady and there was really cool music!&lt;br /&gt;This class is a mixture of tai chi, zen and other body toning exercises. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey made me give him names and contact numbers of 10 people whom i thought could benefit from Fitness First as well.&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends, i did some of you wrong. So ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;Gave him numbers of uncontactable stewardess, people who think that all gyms want to cheat their money etc...&lt;br /&gt;He's so sickening! Really!&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what he's gona say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkey:" I'll just tell them you think they need to lose weight."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" WHAT?!!! YOU CANT TELL THEM THAT!!! Girls are very sensitive leh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit im gona lose 10 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a bet with Beebee.&lt;br /&gt;If i lose more than 6 kg within 2 months, she'll get me earphones.&lt;br /&gt;If i lose the bet, she gets 10 vibrating condoms.&lt;br /&gt;DEAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113392200594314026?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113392200594314026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113392200594314026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113392200594314026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113392200594314026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/shameful-day.html' title='Shameful Day'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113384884681081451</id><published>2005-12-06T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:00:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were The Days</title><content type='html'>The car ride was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;He, driving.&lt;br /&gt;Me, picking at the dry skin on my sunburnt face.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt think of anything to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;Was it because i was tired?&lt;br /&gt;Or have we changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, we headed up to JB very often. Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, the gang would join us.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun on these trips.&lt;br /&gt;For hours, we would talk about life, about the people around us, loads of rubbish, wrestle while he was driving, laugh at other people..&lt;br /&gt;Passed the customs, back in singapore, he would ask&lt;em&gt;:" Where to now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And depending on my mood, we'd circle around the Yin Yang streetwalkers in Geylang, Changi or Desker Road, squirming and screaming in horror at the monstrous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we were chatting at a isolated stretch in changi (overlooking the airport runway), when a military vehicle came to chase away everybody (because it was a protected area).&lt;br /&gt;Of all people, the "soldier" in the vehicle was my buddy F.&lt;br /&gt;I was uneasy because HIS seat was in the reclined position.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it looked like to F who loved catching people in the act during his patrols.&lt;br /&gt;I was just rubbing out the bruise on his arm you know. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113384884681081451?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113384884681081451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113384884681081451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113384884681081451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113384884681081451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/those-were-days.html' title='Those Were The Days'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113380403436334704</id><published>2005-12-06T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:33:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out! You Wretched Tummy!</title><content type='html'>Checked out &lt;a href="http://www.fitnessfirst.com.sg/"&gt;Fitness First&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultant had chest hair up to his neck.&lt;br /&gt;He quoted me a higher rate than what i heard from YX.&lt;br /&gt;He happily pressed into his calculator. And pressed...  and pressed.&lt;br /&gt;So i said i'll come back tomorrow. Not enough cash.&lt;br /&gt;YX went with a regular in the evening, and we think he was forced to cut the price.&lt;br /&gt;So now,&lt;br /&gt;1st month = $237&lt;br /&gt;2nd month onwards = $138&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with her just now and we agreed there were many mysterious and unknown costs.&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to get what BeeBee meant when she said:" All gyms just want to cheat your money."&lt;br /&gt;So, i will be the one to force him to break it down tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Because as accountants, there has to be some form of corporate governance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkey: " How often are u going to come?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " I'll try to come daily"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck..for the money i pay, im gona come twice a day asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkey: " Why do you want to lose weight?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, that's one of the stupidest questions anybody has asked me.&lt;br /&gt;And i cant stand stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly people aside, place was really classy and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a very very small crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkey: " Because its controlled."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means what? If there are more than 10 people and i come, i cannot work out ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos, i was very cordial the whole time because i didnt wanna make enemies even before i join see.&lt;br /&gt;I just ooh-ed and ahhh-ed when he expected me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tricked into going down to &lt;a href="http://www.amorefitness.com/home/index.html"&gt;Amore Fitness&lt;/a&gt; during a call to check their prices.&lt;br /&gt;The consultant was very nice. Had the human touch, wasn't just a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;Prices were cheaper though facilities were more lacking.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad YX had signed up with Fitness First already.&lt;br /&gt;So, its decided.&lt;br /&gt;We're gona work out there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113380403436334704?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113380403436334704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113380403436334704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113380403436334704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113380403436334704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-you-wretched-tummy.html' title='Out! You Wretched Tummy!'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113380491571149663</id><published>2005-12-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:53:55.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them Clients.BWAH!</title><content type='html'>I get very irritated with clients who stay near me (or him) and who make me meet them far away.&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid that you stay in my block and make me meet you across the island.&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid that you stay next to him and make me meet you in town to sign a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;(I see you've lost your boobs, along with your fats)&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid. Its ridiculous. Its fuckin' bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Hrmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if my recipients would know if i sent them the same design?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of leftovers from last year.&lt;br /&gt;I have 150 cards to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BeeBee:" Wow thats a lot! Let me know if i can help out. I just bought a new pen!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very good friend is sweet like that.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she bought a magic pen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113380491571149663?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113380491571149663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113380491571149663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113380491571149663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113380491571149663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/them-clientsbwah.html' title='Them Clients.BWAH!'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113358357681678873</id><published>2005-12-04T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:45:12.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/ah%20yen.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/200/ah%20yen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Ah Yen during my getaway trip in Feb 2005.&lt;br /&gt;He is THE fishing enthusiast, a very hard-core one as i soon found out.&lt;br /&gt;He goes fishing in the early morning, afternoon and evening.&lt;br /&gt;He is black in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yen:"Tmr I bring you to this spot."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;Yen:"Have to wake up very early ok."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"No problemo! Come and wake me up!"&lt;br /&gt;Yen:"Ok." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;At 6am the following morning, he banged on my door like there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Really, the noise he made could have awaken the dead. He's sweet like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the refreshing cool morning draft blowing at my face, 4 of us "brooom brooom" to 4 towns away.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we turned into a small road with many run-down shacks, fenced by the tall and graceful coconut trees.&lt;br /&gt;The small road became a dirt road and all of a sudden, we were in a corn field.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by grass taller than us, the motorcycles started to have some difficulty navigating the undulating terrain.&lt;br /&gt;My biker dude ungraciously told me to get down and walk, his bike was having some problems.&lt;br /&gt;The very kind butch told me to hop on hers and i gladly grabbed her thick waist and held on as we started to go uphill and downhill, from cornfield to shrubs.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, like magic, the sea was conjured up in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/pic%20031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/200/pic%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the slope the bikes had to conquer before we were by the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/pic%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/200/pic%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Climbing up and down boulders scarred by erosion, we found a nice spot to fish.&lt;br /&gt;The fishes we landed here were big by standards and so were the waves.&lt;br /&gt;After many hours, the tide started to come in and it was home sweet home, mahjong time.&lt;br /&gt;End of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time Ah Yen wants to bring me to a new SPOT, i will make sure i ask for all the details before i go.&lt;br /&gt;Because to get to another spot he had (tricked)brought us to, i had to trudge through bushes.&lt;br /&gt;And i DO NOT like bush-bashing and all the insects that come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seaside trip was acceptable lah. Because i just had to enjoy the ride and do the princess act.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shrubs scratched my legs though. Hrmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got scolded upon reaching home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its very dangerous there you know!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little true, i did see men in military get-up occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;And you know how they like to rape girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113358357681678873?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113358357681678873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113358357681678873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113358357681678873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113358357681678873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-adventure.html' title='A Little Adventure'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113344188337940576</id><published>2005-12-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:02:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anonymous Passerby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/quidam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/quidam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anonymous Passerby,what a romantic idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/quidam/intro/intro.htm"target="_blank"&gt;Quidam&lt;/a&gt; :"&lt;em&gt;a nameless passer-by, a solitary figure lingering on a street corner, a person rushing past. It could be anyone, anybody. Someone coming, going, living&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in our anonymous society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It was a beautiful show and im glad i caught it when it came to town. I didn't quite get some parts though.. but still, i enjoyed the acts.&lt;br /&gt;The Girl sang in a voice so sweet, so very haunting..&lt;br /&gt;The colours, the costumes, the atmosphere, were so rich that you were immersed in them..&lt;br /&gt;It was a class act and after their performance, I thought of how i could run away and join their circus but damn, i couldn't think of how i could be of any use.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the three shows (Saltimbanco, Alegria, Quidam) i've caught by &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/cirquedusoleil/default.htm"target="_blank"&gt;Cirque du Soleil&lt;/a&gt;, Quidam is the darkest but by my own definition, the most romantic.&lt;br /&gt;And thus, that is why, I want to be the Anonymous Passerby..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113344188337940576?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113344188337940576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113344188337940576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113344188337940576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113344188337940576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/anonymous-passerby.html' title='The Anonymous Passerby'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113338978593483421</id><published>2005-12-01T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:15:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Fishy Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/1600/Very%20Big%20FIsh%20002%20resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3566/1857/320/Very%20Big%20FIsh%20002%20resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just home from fishing!&lt;br /&gt;Caught a 5.1Kg grouper and a 3kg seabass..&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;They are posing with a size 8 slipper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113338978593483421?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113338978593483421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113338978593483421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113338978593483421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113338978593483421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-fishy-business.html' title='Very Fishy Business'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113333362479375041</id><published>2005-11-30T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:05:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boob Talk</title><content type='html'>My 13 yr-old sister hunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:"Stop hunching or im gona punch your back in!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She:(mumbles mumbles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:"You paiseh you got boobs right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives some lame reason about her sleeping posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, i was very shy about having boobs too.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12, it was traumatizing that i had additional luggage suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12, they looked like heavy duty luggage.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12, i wore big t-shirts all the time to hide them from view.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12, i was very very embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 23, i wish they were bigger.(&lt;em&gt;Especially when watching &lt;a href="http://www.wwe.com/"&gt;WWE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;At age 23, i no longer wear big t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;At age 23, sometimes i like to show and tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113333362479375041?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113333362479375041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113333362479375041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113333362479375041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113333362479375041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/11/boob-talk.html' title='Boob Talk'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113318275333664574</id><published>2005-11-28T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:59:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Fit</title><content type='html'>Starring:&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;RBS(Round Backside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RBS:"I found the perfect pair of jeans!It was the colour i wanted and it had the perfect cutting! Guess where i found it!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Really?! Where?"&lt;br /&gt;RBS:"In a maternity wear shop! HAHAHAHHAHAHA!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113318275333664574?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113318275333664574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113318275333664574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113318275333664574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113318275333664574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/11/perfect-fit.html' title='A Perfect Fit'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113324363290355022</id><published>2005-11-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:53:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimano Fun Fishing Day</title><content type='html'>Today was Shimano Fun Fishing Day at Pasir Ris Fishing Pond.&lt;br /&gt; Although the event was supposed to start at 0930, the typical kiasu Singaporean woke up at 6am so that she could "chope" a place at the ideal spot. But when i reached there, i realised i was not kiasu enough because the pond was damn crowded liao. Lucky ah..my khakis were at the spot liao because they started fishing from the night before!&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling fresh and cool but as the sun started to rise and burn, my mood started to move towards the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;Under the sweltering heat, fishing with the guys shoulder to shoulder, i had to act very pro..because you know, dont want the guys to look down on the girl mah.&lt;br /&gt;Using a floater, i had to cast repeatedly so that my line would not entangle others. Because there WERE many retards around me. Isnt it common sense that you cast straight in front of you? But NO, the retards had no sense of direction, had to criss-cross. Another thing that pissed me  off was that they simply left their rods there, floaters bobbing around the world, entangling everybody's line. That's a major NO NO for this particular spot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i regretted coming lah. The heat killed me. No fish nevermind. But GAWD....THE HEAT..................&lt;br /&gt;I went home face looking like the indonesian flag. Half red half white..because Miss Smartypants wore a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH REPORT:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shimano Cap (from lucky draw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113324363290355022?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113324363290355022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113324363290355022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113324363290355022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113324363290355022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/11/shimano-fun-fishing-day.html' title='Shimano Fun Fishing Day'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113251058824164185</id><published>2005-11-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:52:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;At 15, my love for him was innocent and pure. Everybody warned me about him but i was happy being with him, seeing him, just loving him. I soon found out he already had a girlfriend but we still behaved like a couple. However, i knew i was just someone invisible, easily discarded, just another toy in his life. Soon, he was tired of me, and in my heart i knew..it was time to let go. But when i left, i forgot to take my heart along with me. It took me a long time to forget him and all the hurt i felt. And even 8 yrs later, i was stunned when i saw him and immediately found a place to hide so that he wont see me. I didnt know why i was feeling so shocked and troubled to see him. I didnt even like him anymore. I guess seeing him must have brought back too many memories, of childish foolishness, of a shattered heart and of the once innocent me who could love so uninhibitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how one encounter can change you for life. From then, i decided i'll never get dumped again, never let anyone hurt me again. Maybe thats why, I've never felt truly happy all these years. I have protected myself too well, along with my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, i do not dare leave the past, to start living in the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113251058824164185?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113251058824164185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113251058824164185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113251058824164185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113251058824164185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/11/he-who-must-not-be-named.html' title='He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18875039.post-113207320519958151</id><published>2005-11-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:02:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>First time i slapped a guy in public..&lt;br /&gt;I think i made him bleed a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known..&lt;br /&gt;This kind of guy..had broken my heart before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a liar,&lt;br /&gt;And what a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18875039-113207320519958151?l=heyyoustranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/feeds/113207320519958151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18875039&amp;postID=113207320519958151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113207320519958151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18875039/posts/default/113207320519958151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyoustranger.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>anonymous passerby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195866892387930905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
