<?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-8711906089199589751</id><updated>2012-02-10T16:53:32.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am disgruntled. Deal with it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-1823299605216365259</id><published>2008-09-04T11:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:24:27.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Save Me...</title><content type='html'>I'm BORED. Very Very Very Very Very Very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NOTHING, completely NOTHING to do (besides fix up some meetings which will take less than 10 mins and I have to pretend to be busy till 6pm). Why is life so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job. A job is a job. A career is something you enjoy. A job pays the bills, you don't care if your office burns down, you pray for your PC to crash every day, you live for public holidays and you plan your leave so carefully that you can take the whole week off when a public holiday is around the corner. This is COPYRIGHT dude - its my damn words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss isn't around, and I normally don't have much to do on normal days, besides handle issues because my team is fucked up which keeps me quite occupied actually, and today he's not here. Yesterday, he wasn't here. I didn't care, I left at 5pm. Nothing to do what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I came at 10am, everyone else was here. Good for them, I'm sure they have things to do right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very confusing situation, which is better - Be swarmed with work and be occupied all day OR be paid and not have work to do and pretend to be busy when you're not. I'm sure many would say option 2 is Heaven, but I kid you not, it isn't. Having nothing to do is very tiring indeed and I would like to put my incredible brain to use once in a while at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fun to pretend to be busy, what do you do? Surf the Internet? You'd run out of things to surf eventually (trust me on this one). Play games? All gaming websites are blocked. Then when someone comes near your table,you gotta pretend you were doing real work. It's frustrating. You get lazier and when there's actual work to do, you won't want to do it. I'd rather go home, play with Lucky, watch tv and spend my time more wisely in the way I want to rather than sit here typing my blog and let others think I'm working hard because they hear my keyboard clicking furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day someone comes up to me, pulls up a chair and goes "Show me what you do all day", I'd be stumped, I'll tell you that. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so these are the websites I surf all day, I'm very up to date with movies and celebrities and I can tell you a whole bunch of stuff on cats. Oh work, nah. It's done, finished it within the first 30mins of stepping into the office. Coffee, anyone?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO 2nd option is to spend my time wisely at the gym, but it's always so crowded and the gym instructors are always watching you like how an eagle watches its prey to know when it can make the kill. I hate it when the newbies approach you, thinking they can strike it bigtime by telling you that you can look better and only they can show you how. Rrrrright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm there's a Body Pump class. I hate it, but its good. My thighs ache like hell, I feel like I'm dying for 1 hr, but I know it's good. Still got 40 mins to kill before i can start making my way to the gym. Perhaps I can spend longer time there, come back, buy my soup, estimate abt 2.30-2.40pm I'll be back in office. Then, there's a couple of hours more to kill till 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored, so bored I'm watching the US presidential elections. Anyone who votes for JOhn &amp;amp; Sarah need to be admitted to a mental institution. Can they just choose Obama and get it over with. Sarah is so pretentious, playing the Power mother of 5 card, boo to her. Big deal she's got Jamie Lynn as a daughter. so what. boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a $100 Robinsons voucher, I'd like to spend it but nooo I'm stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is at another office today, his phone keeps ringing, I keep picking it up, repeating the same old line of how he's not here today, u can get him on Bloomberg &amp;amp; email. bla bla bla. Pickng it up is pointless isnt it? Then you have pricks who call his line several times, then immediately call my line and go" Oh he's not at his desk?" I Feel like saying, "He's not? No shit? And we wonder why he didn't pick up the phone the past 4 times you rang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Farah's "outdoor" pal, Gato. He's damn damn damn cute. Sigh, I wish I could keep him but that just wouldn't be possible now would it. Lucky is a very jealous cat. I doubt he'd handle it well. He's already jealous when we dont give him 24/7 attention. Poor thing. I miss him so much, gonna see him later. He's such a curious and intuitive fella. Okay 12.30pm already, time to start getting ready for the gym. BRB later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242016434955068210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/SL9iLJhBozI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H-FuAhdl5Y8/s400/gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-1823299605216365259?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1823299605216365259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=1823299605216365259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/1823299605216365259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/1823299605216365259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-save-me.html' title='God Save Me...'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/SL9iLJhBozI/AAAAAAAAAFs/H-FuAhdl5Y8/s72-c/gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-5542391825190806263</id><published>2008-09-03T11:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:26:38.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/SL4Rufw5IsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HR0brHwbBRI/s1600-h/lucky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241646506804060866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/SL4Rufw5IsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HR0brHwbBRI/s400/lucky2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a really long time since I blogged, because I either ran out of things to say or had way to much to say to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is that the office has blocked blogspot, thus I can blog but unable to read my own blog. It's silly. But I'm too lazy to move it elsewhere so I shall just continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where shall I begin? Hrm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Break is back!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! Though not as captivating as the first season, it still rocks. Michael Scofield looks like he has put on some weight though. Sara's back - that's a waste of time. Don't think she ever contributed much to the show, besides being kidnapped over and over again. They should have permanently killed her off and introduced a new love interest for Michael. Or scrap that idea, the show is not about love interests anyway. There's too much action going on for that shit. LJ should play a bigger role instead of just being in one or two scenes and that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward for Heroes to be back too end Sep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cat Lucky.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's adorable and has grown so much in just 4 mths. I love him to death, always worried about whether he's okay, or whether he's healthy. He's got a nasty biting habit that doesn't seem to go away, I've got scratches all over my hands and he only seems to do it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very sad because I don't know what to do. I don't know if he's being aggressive or dislikes me, or he's bully&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/SL4RkR8Y1XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8pWKXJTbXY/s1600-h/lucky3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing me because I spoil him, or he's just plain playing. As he didn't have any mother/litter mates, he might not know that he's very aggressive. I also wonder if it will go away once he gets sterilized. What if it doesn't, or worst till what if he's allergic to anesthetic? 1 in 1000 cats are allergic to anesthetic, and someone I know had a cat who was and the poor guy passed away due to the procedure. So we've decided to get his bloodwork done in advance to know if he's allergic or not. I had no idea there was such a thing, in fact if I didn't hear about this, God knows if I would have known there was such a thing as vets these days do not inform pet owners of this. Apparently you're supposed to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm 1/4 through the Cat Bible book I bought (though its sort of repetitive of whatever I've read online) so hopefully I can cover more areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though for his biting, I'm really at wits end. I don't know what to do. Singapore vets are useless, we've sought 3 vets advise, all giving the same standard "advise" if you were to call it such, none worked. Geez....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a new clown in town and he's a clown indeed. First day, he pissed off several people by demanding things. If I am new in the office, isn't there some discretion or some good 1st impression I would like to show others? This joker was already throwing around his weight man, thinking he's so high and mighty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His contract is not finalized yet but he demands to start work, I was quite ecstatic when HR told him to fugg off and not come in till he is supposed to, oh wait wait, then he refuses to go on a trip if he has to incur an admin charge on his credit card, prob less than $50? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God, why do you create such jokers and infuse them with such thoughts that they rule the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I can't be bothered to entertain him, I hardly spoke to him unless necessary and if he thinks he can boss me around, he should get acquainted with the bottom of my shoe cos it'll meet his fugly face preetay soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with these people? Am I the only sane one here? Or am I the only moralled one here? Probaby the latter. Rich people seems to keep their morals in their attic. (I'm sure not all, but this bunch sure does). Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not quite pleased with school results for last term, but then again I guess I did slack off. Oh well, school's starting again today. Yipee.. totally uh..looking...forrrward.. to it. yup. 4 mths of studying, no life, exams, assignments, no life, weekends burnt, only books I'll be reading are texbooks, doing group work on weekends, returning home after 10pm twice a week. Ahhh the good life. Mid sems, final, taking the leave I don't have to study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry, it's 12.20pm, I had half a bowl of Honey stars for breakfast (cos it ran out) and I'm hungry. And we can't go till after 1pm cos it'll be crowded. I hate Raffles Place. No one can eat in peace. and when you lunch with others, you gotta accomodate their timing too. maybe i shld have gone to the gym after all. saves all the trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now what shall i have for dinner..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-5542391825190806263?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5542391825190806263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=5542391825190806263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/5542391825190806263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/5542391825190806263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/SL4Rufw5IsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HR0brHwbBRI/s72-c/lucky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-8233376741381111137</id><published>2007-12-30T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:01:47.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Have been very busy going out that I have had no time to blog. After my exams, everything was lazy lazy lazy. Been going out and slacking at home often, a priviledge I didn't have for 3 1/2 months since I was schooling. And now, December has already come to an end and in Jan, it's back to school already. Sigh. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas was a blast, and I am totally broke. Tomorrow New Year's eve is with family. I wanted a different beginning to 2008. 2008 will be a good yr for us and I wanted to enter it being around the people I care about, instead of in a crowded club or party with gyrating strangers who are high and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;2007 didn't begin so well for us and wasnt too good till the end and I'm very particular abt beginning a new yr. I believe if you begin it wrongly, the whole yr will go wrong. I've also learnt to appreciate my family more, thanks to Amriq and I want to be around them this yr.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'd join them for dinner then rush to leave and felt bad many times. I know they also want me to be around but probably keep telling themselves that I'm young and would rather spend new yrs with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;So this yr, I want to be with them. This is probably the most sincere blog entry since I've started this piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've accomplished quite a bit this yr and I know 2008 will be the start of better times. Hopefully 2009, I'd move into marriage and who knows what's come after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized how many proper "friends" I have this yr and though I keep thinking that some ppl have all the friends in the world, I don't feel any less bad because I think it's important to have a few good ones rather than a bunch of useless ones.&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who doesn't speak to me due to me not symphatizing about her on-off-on-off-on-on-off-dunno-on-off-?? relationship with her boyfriend and she expects the world to cry along with her. I had so called close friends who didn't bother replying to my sms when I invited them for something.&lt;br /&gt;And frankly I don't quite care.&lt;br /&gt;I was upset initially but I tell myself I already have all I need and want and I do not have the time nor energy to waste on such meaningless people. My hands are already full with doing what needs to be done to accomplish what I want in my life and I'd rather not have them there than have them there so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the new girl in my office seems pretty alright. We chat alot about stuff and I suppose her thinking is similar to mine as shes been in Sg for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I've also gotten very lazy in work due to the holidays and leave this month so come 2008 I better buck up and ASK FOR A RAISE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Alas, I have recalled that I didn't post the pics and now that I have changed my stupid Nokia phone to another stupid Nokia phone, the pics are in my old memory card which is up my cupboard and I am too lazy to bring it down. (why cupboard? cup-board.. doesn't make sense.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So I have taken other pics and will put it up instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This pic says it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cdixj54HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iaIoNgzO5yY/s1600-h/beware+of+pedestrians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cdixj54HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iaIoNgzO5yY/s400/beware+of+pedestrians.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149617182178140274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We went this close to the Singapore flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3ceNRj54II/AAAAAAAAAE8/ThdQ6wFhdm0/s1600-h/singapore+flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3ceNRj54II/AAAAAAAAAE8/ThdQ6wFhdm0/s400/singapore+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149617912322580610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Taking a pic by the road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3ce3xj54JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/P72lmcpQfrU/s1600-h/taking+pic+by+the+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3ce3xj54JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/P72lmcpQfrU/s400/taking+pic+by+the+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149618642467020946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Something's not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cfOhj54KI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lHR9W93GjQI/s1600-h/something+not+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cfOhj54KI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lHR9W93GjQI/s400/something+not+right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149619033309044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AND THE GRAND FINALE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ronald DUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cfdRj54LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wYDe_Kdvtqs/s1600-h/Ronald+DUI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cfdRj54LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wYDe_Kdvtqs/s400/Ronald+DUI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149619286712115378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e15125700cf7361" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e15125700cf7361%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331116962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D930188305163A142712A0010F330157B0FA8481.1C1A3AF6674BDDA3C7903293599A4569B17E2871%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De15125700cf7361%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZKRBMlAxHQEFBTxjzmWd-nk2hW0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e15125700cf7361%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331116962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D930188305163A142712A0010F330157B0FA8481.1C1A3AF6674BDDA3C7903293599A4569B17E2871%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De15125700cf7361%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZKRBMlAxHQEFBTxjzmWd-nk2hW0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-8233376741381111137?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e15125700cf7361&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8233376741381111137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=8233376741381111137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/8233376741381111137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/8233376741381111137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R3cdixj54HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iaIoNgzO5yY/s72-c/beware+of+pedestrians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-2236548537676388843</id><published>2007-12-11T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:34:31.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year older and none the richer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  It came and gone - my birthday yesterday. Finally turned 23 and it wasn't really a big deal because it felt older. Like after everything and working and schooling and whatever else that has happened in my life, only 23 ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Didn't feel very special, probably because it's my stupid OTB exam today and WPL exam on Friday so I spent the day studying. Only went out to Tampines for lunch with Vani at Sakae Sushi because my mum gave us her voucher and went to do Xmas shopping for the kids (not mine) and bought Amriq an Xmas present which I shall not state what it is cos he spies on me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I spent the $200 I got for my birthday. My parents (+ Vani) were very sweet though. Amriq met me downstairs on 9th Dec at 11.45pm and he wanted to be with me till it was 12am and I was complaining to him that everyone went to sleep and no one at home bothered it was my birthday. I was already feeling down that I couldn't celebrate due to my exam and this made it worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After 12am he sent me to my door and the lights were all off and I said perhaps my mum thought I was at home and closed up everything. He opened the door for me and they were lighting my cake and screamed Surprise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boy was I surprised!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Apparently Vani came up with the surprise and luckily I told her I was going downstairs to meet Amriq then she msged him and told him to bring me up. I don't know why I told her I was meeting him since they were all "asleep" and it was lucky that I did. She would have been heart-broken if she came out with the cake and found me not at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She also gave me a game set - Game of Life. It's pretty fun and we played it twice and stopped after I won. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Amriq came yesterday as well and he has something special planned for me on 14th after my exam. I am VERY excited!! On 15th, family is having a BBQ to celebrate my bday with my aunt &amp;amp; cousin - both their birthdays are on 12th Dec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This year has been a blessed year. It didn't start of right and Amriq and I had loads of quarrels but I appreciate him and my family more than ever and it is such a peaceful feeling to know that my family has finally accepted him as part of my life and I know they know we are definitely getting married although they won't say it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hope next year will be a better year and I'm damn sure it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall conclude this post by saying :-&lt;br /&gt;I might not be cash rich but I am definitely rich in all other ways and that is something we should never take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-2236548537676388843?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2236548537676388843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=2236548537676388843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/2236548537676388843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/2236548537676388843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-older-and-none-richer.html' title='A year older and none the richer..'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-3165731824460861829</id><published>2007-12-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:23:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid On the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We have an addition to our team - she's an analyst to analyze whatever she's supposed to analyze. Hopefully they'd have the decency to train her, unlike in my case where I spent my first few days going through the files of the previous person to figure out what the frig is going on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She looks pretty busy though, yes, on her first day, very busy when the boss is not even in town. Tsk, don't make fun okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anyways I heard she has an attitude problem - ya know the type who think they are all that and way too smart and above the rest. I heard only la, who knows. Perhaps she could turn out to be very nice or very nasty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;$7K&lt;/strong&gt;-earner gal has made very good friends with her, laughing away (they sit opp each other) since the time the new girl came in in the morning. They even went out to lunch together &lt;em&gt;(I made up something, she loves to eat expensive food. Hell so would I if I earned Seven gazoons).&lt;/em&gt; Well, I supposed the new girl hit home since they come from the same country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wonder how much this one makes, considering how desperate the bause was to get her in makes me assume she was on a good bargaining end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He's weird. When I first came in, he was all over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;NO not in that sense, like totally fussing over me, totally taking care of me, I was like wow got such a boss ah? And now before she came in, he was already fussing over her. Instructing me to include her in every team dinner&lt;em&gt; (remember a few posts ago I complained abt eating with stupid visitors who come)&lt;/em&gt; and everything if there was one BEFORE she even signed the frigging contract.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mad ah? What if she didn't sign? So malu right? I think she's already minding it. Last time someone came down &lt;em&gt;(and he's the global CEO mind you)&lt;/em&gt; she made up an excuse saying she was sick and on long MC but I saw her at the lift lobby at office, coming back from lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bother telling my boss anything. His problem. I'm sure his fussing will die after one or two months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoi, end of yr, increase my pay leh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Though I've been in this dept 6 mths, I've put up with annoying people who love to make others wait. Isn't that worth, say $500 more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Back to the new kid on the block. She's been nice &lt;em&gt;(as in first day at work niceness)&lt;/em&gt; so far till earlier I thought she was abit odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We are supposed to have a gift-exchange in the office on 7th Dec so everyone has to buy something worth $15 and above. we were all discussing what to buy when she said she already bought it&lt;em&gt; (and gave it to me to submit like last week - fast to impress? )&lt;/em&gt; then one guy said "Oh you did? You should have bought the same thing on behalf of the rest of us!" then he carried on laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Our friend just stared at him and went "Uh. OhhhhhhKayyyyy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What do you think about this one? Rude generally? Or rude for a newbie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He just laughed it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh and one more, another guy said buy huge bags of potato chips since its cheap and people like going for the biggest presents. She added "Oh not many women will touch potato chips." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The fella retorted, "Yeah? You'd be surprised." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Strike one fella! Zero newbie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh well. Let's see how it goes. I can't be bothered if she's anti potato chips &lt;em&gt;(she's stick thin)&lt;/em&gt; or whatever as long as she doesn't get on my nerves is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I shall end this post by saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nokia N80 sucks. My phone is blank. All I see is a white light and it's so irritating. First the headset died and I had to use loudspeaker to here people now I can't see shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is the 3rd damn time there's something wrong with it. Later I'm going to Century Square branch to fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Great. Last time I fixed the LCD it took 3 weeks. I wonder how long it will take now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And they better not frig with me. They gave me this current LCD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They frig, they die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-3165731824460861829?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3165731824460861829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=3165731824460861829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3165731824460861829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3165731824460861829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-kid-on-block.html' title='New Kid On the Block'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-4210477680735276812</id><published>2007-11-28T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:51:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe It or NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I was at school and went to the ladies and there was another classmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who I recognize by face but never spoke to her) &lt;/span&gt;who was in the other cubicle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;As I was doing my business&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (aka peeing)&lt;/span&gt; I thought, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THOUGHT ONLY&lt;/span&gt;, thought I heard a moan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Hmm ok. I took my time and still waited even though I was done. And there it was - constant soft whimpering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;What was she doing, I wonder? It sounded wet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I called the cops! &lt;/span&gt;I called the neighbourhood police station on a bunch of mat-minah-scooters under the block making such a racket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The officers took a frigging &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hour &lt;/span&gt;to come. They are located behind, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REPEAT, &lt;/span&gt;behind our street. Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;According to my dad, he could have murdered someone and they wouldn't have caught him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Disturbing thoughts from a 51 yr old. But so true! What the hell man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The mat-minahs cld have been high on weed for all you know and I'm sure they'd have hung around for 1 freuding hour to be caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;They had their mat-minah-rocker songs going on and one girl was laughing like an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;injured hyena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (according to Vani whom I'm so sure has encountered an injured hyena)&lt;/span&gt; but no shit man, they were just so damn bloody irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And they weren't teens either, my mum had a peek and they were at least in their mid-twenties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MID-TWENTIES&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, don't you guys have like 2 kids each to go home and attend to ? Oh wait, my bad, kids are usually thrown to the mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Now I am not being a racist but why do mat-minahs just lurve hanging out bawah kolong blok? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(English translation : under the block).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Don't they have a job to go to at 8.30am tomorrow morning? Work to complete? Datelines to meet? Bosses to please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So it went down like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I was at my assignment, Vani &amp;amp; my dad standing in the study room for nearly 1 hr looking out the window hoping to spot the police car. I initated the first call to the cops. WE kept bugging my dad to call again so he did after 30 mins. Nothing. 15 mins later, he got mad and redialed and scolded the woman over the phone. He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you tell me straight, if u police won't do anything, I will go down myself and settle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;He was informed they were down on manpower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Down on man power. On a Tuesday. Midnight. Bedok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;No shit. I can see how that will be tricky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sheesh. Why is the world like this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I just finished my OTB group assignment. Had to piece together 5 assignments into one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-4210477680735276812?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4210477680735276812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=4210477680735276812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4210477680735276812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4210477680735276812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe It or NOT'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-4603232826064472181</id><published>2007-11-26T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:44:35.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; HI~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I haven't blogged for long, reason being my company had blocked blogs..&lt;em&gt;( hehe say blocked blogs fast. say it again, sounds funny.)&lt;/em&gt; and I have this uneasy feeling about blogging yet not being able to read what I blog and I haven't touched Monique in a while either - no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But today, Andy gave me an idea of what to blog about! But first, let me talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have a few pictures to upload but no bluetooth in the silly office so shall do it when I go home, really. I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went to Thai express at Siglap on &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;. I got $30 voucher from the management as an apology for the awful service under the previous outlet manager who was going to leave so didn't give a shit. The guy at the counter &lt;em&gt;(dressed in t-shirt and jeans)&lt;/em&gt; din allow me to use my discount card till I insisted the vouchers weren't part of a promotion but rather because I complained so I should still be entitled to use my member card. He agreed and afterwhich said the restaurant is now under his care and I complimented the efficiency. But what puzzled me was if he was the manager, who was the other guy dressed in black shirt and black pants while the rest were in t-shirt and jeans? Hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; we went to &lt;strong&gt;Ikea&lt;/strong&gt; but I wanted to buy the straw goat &lt;em&gt;(yes, straw GOAT)&lt;/em&gt; but they didn't have it :( But it's cute, no? So I bought a collander. What's a collander? The bowl-like thingy with small holes where you can drain vegetables and pasta. We are in DIRE need of one of those. No mother, a basket with tiny rectangular holes all around is NOT a substitute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R0o6ta-xT_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULT3W9hCR6w/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136982876980596722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R0o6ta-xT_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULT3W9hCR6w/s400/untitled2.bmp" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;While we were queuing up to pay for some other stuff, I saw a tray with small biscuit squares and red jam for tasting. Being a fool that I am, I popped one into my mouth and immediately spat it out. It was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO DAMN AWFUL&lt;/span&gt;! I rushed to the cafe and had to queue to buy a coke to wash off the horrid taste and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I DON"T LIKE COKE&lt;/span&gt; so you can imagine how bad it was. After I had calmed my nerves, I plucked up my courage to approach that deadly jar of "jam" to find out what parts of a dead fish were inside. It was red cabbage jam. It's yucky and thank god wasn't any fish roe-instestinical stew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;After that we went to Sentosa &lt;em&gt;(will upload the pics too)&lt;/em&gt; - the Tanjong brach is very nice, it had a bar in the front and it was about 6ish so it wasn't hot. Just felt like swimming at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh yeah, two Indian men &lt;em&gt;(obviously not local)&lt;/em&gt; approached a white man and his blonde toddler who was running ard in her diapers and asked him if they could take a pic with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WHY, In God's name, would someone wanna do that. Better still, WHY, In God's name would a father allow two weirdos to take a pic with his child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh look Raju, a white childl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gasp! Oh my god, you're... you're right! WAIT, is that What I think it is!! She's.... BLONDE!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WE have got to snap a pic!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes! Don't usually get to see them running around in their diapers like the rest of us human kind!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Heh. Weird Weird guy. We also saw another Indian man with half his hair missing. Not like a bald spot but the left side of the head was gone. Not to poke fun, poor guy must have had some accident, but if it were me, I would have rather gone totally bald then leave it like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why, whyyyy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hmmm what else.. think.. think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes! I'm planning to go to Genting for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOURTH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;time. I went Sep 06, Feb 07, Apr 07 and now Jan 08! Wuhoo! I can't explain it but I just love the place. It's soo.. Just love it ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;By the way, pls do read how Dr Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong created Genting Highlands. It's an amazing story... He was a genius, far better than any geniuses in my opinion. Who would have thought of a casino and a theme park in a jungle-like mountain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A MUST READ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genting.com.my/en/mydream/success.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.genting.com.my/en/mydream/success.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We're planning to go in Jan, hopefully after pay-day and when it's not so crowded. I hate it when it's crowded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seriously, you MUST go to Genting. It's a beautiful place and I don't think any other place in Asia, or the world, will have this kind of weather - cool, misty. Not even the places with snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R0pATK-xUAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sArGL_pSMI8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136989023078797314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R0pATK-xUAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sArGL_pSMI8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now the grand finale of my post, Andy told me &lt;em&gt;(and allowed me to write this okay so no breach of confidentiality involved)&lt;/em&gt; that his family doesn't celebrate anything as in no holidays, no occasions and not even Chinese New Year.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hm..uh..mmm.. oddd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT MORE ! if he's willing to share. No pressure okay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and see more pics.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-4603232826064472181?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4603232826064472181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=4603232826064472181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4603232826064472181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4603232826064472181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/R0o6ta-xT_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ULT3W9hCR6w/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-8334556311648309196</id><published>2007-11-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:17:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;SUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It was tricky, phrased all wrong and just arghh. It's my fault. I shld have studied harder, paced my time better and I tried to cram and forgot. But then again the questions were set by the Australian university unit co-ordinator who FORCED us to buy her dumb damn book which cost nearly $180. Imagine that. No one used her stupid book. We all rely on the lecturer's notes. Her book is confusing - it takes her 1 odd pages to just explain something my lecturer summarized in less than 3-4 lines. Our mid-term got postponed as well cos she was being a biatch! Not that I was complaining though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm getting, or rather should be getting my bonus in March 2008. That's ... still some time away man. I wonder how much Yindiano will give. Two months? Three? Wow, imagine my colleague's bonus! (p.s: she earns $7K for doing reports..) two months also enough right? Can throw wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And she's alone here. What's she gonna do with all her money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;DONATE SOME HERE LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Bloody hell. My 4 month bonus doesn't even touch her 2mth bonus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I miss Monique. I haven't seen her for days. She's so pretty and she was so excited that I was taking her out again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;(picture us hand in hand, dancing around, singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMnZ1FphGwc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMnZ1FphGwc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Anyway Im sleepy and forcing myself to stay awake to watch CSI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I shall end this post by saying "Im sleepy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMnZ1FphGwc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMnZ1FphGwc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-8334556311648309196?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8334556311648309196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=8334556311648309196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/8334556311648309196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/8334556311648309196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-exam.html' title='MY Exam'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-7811865398227215003</id><published>2007-11-13T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:00:28.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about old people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't have anything against the aged/aging population but I do &lt;strong&gt;HATE &lt;/strong&gt;old people in the mornings. We as Singaporeans know that the stupid freaking train is so damn packed in the mornings with students and especially adults going to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, may I ask &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY DO YOU, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLD PERSON&lt;/span&gt;, CHOOSE TO TAKE THE DAMN TRAIN IN THE DAMN MORNING WHEN IT IS SO DAMN PACKED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm pretty sure you don't have an office to go to, judging by the way you are dressed or the fact that your maid or husband or grandchild is trailing you, but WHY for the love of God must you take the train when it is so crowded? Couldn't you damn well take a cab in the event you needed to go someplace so important (e.g. clinic, hospital) that you &lt;u&gt;simply must&lt;/u&gt; take the train with us?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I think the money is worth it, don't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now wait people, don't jump the gun. Let me tell you exactly why I hate them in the mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Firstly, people are packed like sardines in a can till their faces are inches away from the doors. These "old, feeble, innocent, harmless"people simply &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LURVE&lt;/span&gt; to push their way in even though there is no space left causing people at the centre or back of the train to step on each other, molest each other, inconvenience and discomfort each other because of them. If you watch carefully tomorrow morning, you'd see alot of old people doing just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This morning there was an old couple who pushed their way through, annoying the people in the front. I was one of them. The old lady kept pushing peoples' hand so she could stay close to the poles while she moved till an ang moh lady gave up her seat for her. Her husband tried to squeeze between our hands which were holding the poles. I refused to budge and he tapped me and said he wanted to walk through. I just looked at him and he told me again and I just looked at him again and he got the drift and went around me. I wasn't being mean but I was trying to state a point - just because you are old doesn't mean you can get away with everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why did they have to squeeze in when it was already so packed. Oh, so now I am supposed to make way for you? Go to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There is also another old lady who takes the bus from the same bus-stop I do. She is big sized and whenever she boards the train she squeezes her hand together, as if to resemble a ball and boy does she resemble a huge ball of ugly, and she throws. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES THROWS&lt;/span&gt; herself in and just walks past everyone like a American footballer knocks over his opponents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How to feel sorry for shit people like this? I hardly give up my seat. Really, unless the person is really old and weak. I mean you can just see and judge for yourself. I mean, if an old woman has the energy to dye her hair gold and red and whatever else, I suppose she deserves a seat because her i/c states she's above 60? Or she dresses like she's 16 - yes, we have all seen oldies like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I only give my seat up to pregnant women. At least they aren't annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Old people should really stop exploiting themselves. It's terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On another note, I am unable to access my own blog at work. They blocked it out. Just like they blocked Friendster, then YouTube. They must have realized alot of people read blogs in their free time. But I'm still able to blog. Funny isn't it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Can't read blog but can write blog. Well, at least it wasn't categorized under tasteless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh I wonder how long before they block blogger. Sounds like a riddle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go print some shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzkE2Gu9J4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nMhmChlT2lU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132138577932396418" style="WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzkE2Gu9J4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nMhmChlT2lU/s400/untitled.bmp" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-7811865398227215003?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7811865398227215003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=7811865398227215003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/7811865398227215003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/7811865398227215003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-about-old-people.html' title='The truth about old people...'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzkE2Gu9J4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nMhmChlT2lU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-4403086852136855179</id><published>2007-11-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:50:21.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thin line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There is a thin line between acquaintances and friends, classmates and buddies, colleagues and well, associates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My point is.. after being in the office for blah number of hrs, don't make me eat with them. NoooooOOOoooOooooooooOooooooooOoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We have a visitor today and the rule is everytime a visitor comes we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUST &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;go out and have dinner with the visitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;On one hand, free food and at restaurants right? On the other hand - business conversations which you have no idea about, laughing over jokes which are not funny and are too technical and you know damn right everyone is frigging laughing cos there is nothing else to say or do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not forgetting talking about current events, major events, famous people who died, weather, countries, you know those conversations that normal people like us just.. um.. don't talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So its me, with a bunch of other people who talking &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e=z X ezf2 + et233 * e23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And I talk &lt;em&gt;"I watched Game Plan on Sunday. It was funny. The Rock is cool. Quite impressed with his acting. After all, he was from WWE. Who'd have known? You do know what's WWE right? It was formerly known as WWF. No, not the organization with the panda logo... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;No, I am not unintelligent. I just don't like to choose&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"trying-to-show-how-darn-smart-you-are"&lt;/span&gt; dinner conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Is that wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh shit, I hear the laughter. You know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT LAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The one used when a conversation comes to an end? Though what was discussed was not funny and completely serious and sombre? That one that men use? That awful unision ha ha ha ha always in 5 hahas. You know that one!??!!?!? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;are coming !! OH NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have to go soon. And our visitor - looks like he has a permanent stick up his arse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He is from England. England? Where's that? In France. No, England. arrrr. No idea. England? Arrrr....? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Russell Peters joke. Wise up crackheads. Go and watch him. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mummy! Help me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I shall end this post by saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1) These ppl suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2) I like this poster.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGHGNK1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fsRObtB4b-c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGXGNK1QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AsfflaFbJRU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129677338191779074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGXGNK1QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AsfflaFbJRU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGHGNK1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fsRObtB4b-c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGHGNK1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fsRObtB4b-c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGHGNK1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fsRObtB4b-c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-4403086852136855179?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4403086852136855179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=4403086852136855179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4403086852136855179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4403086852136855179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/thin-line.html' title='The thin line'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RzBGXGNK1QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AsfflaFbJRU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-6254508093117940529</id><published>2007-11-03T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:02:41.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture paints a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So I was just walking around, running my lil errands and we decided to take the lift up to 12th floor and walk down as part of a futile effort to do some sort of exercise and along the way, I find unsightly sights and wonder how people live there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;They should thank their lucky stars they don't have ME as neighbours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Started as a beautiful morning till I got back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RywyBmNK1GI/AAAAAAAAADM/q3x9QaZm768/s1600-h/gorgeous+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RywyBmNK1GI/AAAAAAAAADM/q3x9QaZm768/s400/gorgeous+trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128529078685193314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Then in the middle of NOWHERE... comes this. Who did he Kill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Ryw0LmNK1LI/AAAAAAAAADs/ghZrdoDoLLw/s1600-h/wth+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Ryw0LmNK1LI/AAAAAAAAADs/ghZrdoDoLLw/s400/wth+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128531449507140786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS&lt;br /&gt;how doesn one walk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Rywyw2NK1HI/AAAAAAAAADU/vS7FgakR-gw/s1600-h/wth+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Rywyw2NK1HI/AAAAAAAAADU/vS7FgakR-gw/s400/wth+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128529890434012274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats Vani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Ryw0vGNK1MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ydlCWkYlCvY/s1600-h/wth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Ryw0vGNK1MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ydlCWkYlCvY/s400/wth+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128532059392496834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Wait, that's not all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Get this one when I was in Serangoon on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Ryw1UmNK1NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G8m2ZOnOOSo/s1600-h/komalas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Ryw1UmNK1NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G8m2ZOnOOSo/s400/komalas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128532703637591250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I can't say where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I wish my job had these perks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-6254508093117940529?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6254508093117940529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=6254508093117940529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/6254508093117940529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/6254508093117940529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture paints a thousand words'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RywyBmNK1GI/AAAAAAAAADM/q3x9QaZm768/s72-c/gorgeous+trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-1898724331251352809</id><published>2007-11-01T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:50:13.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes! Me bause is overseas &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(perhaps it'll flood and keep him there longer),&lt;/span&gt; the other two are at a conference, I'm left with two manjans &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(one looks like he sells chicken rice but sounds like he heart NY) &lt;/span&gt;and they don't disturb so yippie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;One will come back later, oh shit, at 11.30am, its already 10.40am. SIGH. And when you think you have all the freedom in the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(crosses fingers, pls pls pls leave me alone and not bother me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Plan for today - finish my Workplace Law assignment 1 &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(or rather start it).&lt;/span&gt; The funniest thing abt this assignment is that we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUST &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do it in point form, all essays &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REJECTED &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and to keep it as minimum as possible. groovy huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then to Best Denki parkway to get my refund of $299. These bastards took 3 weeks to decide to give it back - long story short : OchieBitchy bank made a mistake in credit limit so I had to top up cash then they amended the mistake and both sides didnt want to refund the money. Now usually a person would get tired of 2 weeks of fighting with two dumbass companies, NOT ME!!! I will never give up. FIGHT TO THE END! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Um. So yes, I am getting my money back. But wait, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highly intelligent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mother moved all the stuff from Monique's box around and now the invoice is missing. I only have the letters from OchieBitchy bank proving the purchase and they need some number to undo the agreement. Wonderful. And they have no other records at their side as well. But the lady said just come down and she will settle the rest. I have a stack of lucky draw coupons to fill in but all require that transaction no. to be eligible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clap clap mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I see I get my brains from the other side.. Grrrrrrrrrrrr....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I better be $299 richer by 8pm tonight &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR ELSe&lt;/span&gt;........... somebody gonna get hurt REAL bad.... somebody... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I won't say who. but somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I shall end this post by saying that I have a picture I wanted to put up but I forgot to transfer it to my pc or Monique and shall do so today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Workplace law, here I come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-1898724331251352809?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1898724331251352809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=1898724331251352809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/1898724331251352809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/1898724331251352809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/11/alone-at-last.html' title='Alone at last!'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-1034031276587565637</id><published>2007-10-30T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:43:55.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I didn't write the previous post. Vani (an annoying 13-yr old who happens to be my sister God save me) did. I stopped studyin since last week now I have two assignments due. Great. Gonna start right now. Uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;By the way, Bedok has a donut shop! I LOVE glazed donuts or is it doughnuts? Dunkin was always the best but the one here has nice icing but the doughnut itself tastes cheap - you know those that really taste deep-fried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But I like it! Got custard, cream filled, orange glazed, blueberry. Yummm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I need to stop eating. Eating too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I shall end this post by saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I know that you know that I know you know I know about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-1034031276587565637?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/1034031276587565637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=1034031276587565637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/1034031276587565637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/1034031276587565637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/fact.html' title='Fact:'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-7039524432522431000</id><published>2007-10-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:46:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>November 18's the big day.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting married.&lt;br /&gt;It's just my exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blingyblob.com&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/BlingyCountdown1.swf" flashvars="MovieOvers=1&amp;amp;TitleOvers=1&amp;amp;BGOvers=1&amp;amp;TextExpiration=Countdown%20complete%21&amp;amp;TextTitle=My%20Exams&amp;amp;GlowColor=null&amp;amp;NumsColor=16711833&amp;amp;TextColor=16777215&amp;amp;BGColor=0&amp;amp;Second=0&amp;amp;Minute=0&amp;amp;Hour=0&amp;amp;Day=18&amp;amp;Month=11&amp;amp;Year=2007&amp;amp;" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="index_admin" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/index.htm"&gt;Create yours at BlingyBlob.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blingyblob.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-7039524432522431000?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7039524432522431000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=7039524432522431000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/7039524432522431000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/7039524432522431000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/november-18s-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-547545722039578677</id><published>2007-10-26T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:40:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Pics of Black Eyed Peas concert loaded. Alot of pics - abt 100+, but only loaded these few ones. Can't possibly load all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;No stealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;By the way, anyone interested in the TV that's up for grabs in the previous entry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;LOSERS. All losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;P.S: I'm not at work today. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Opening Act : Click Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF8qmNK1FI/AAAAAAAAADE/Iwv1GOX78WM/s1600-h/Click+Five.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF8qmNK1FI/AAAAAAAAADE/Iwv1GOX78WM/s400/Click+Five.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125514922176468050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;No, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;play the guitar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;she just took it and started jumping ard with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF4CmNK1BI/AAAAAAAAACo/1cb09-3lBX4/s1600-h/fergie+being+a+fool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF4CmNK1BI/AAAAAAAAACo/1cb09-3lBX4/s400/fergie+being+a+fool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125509836935189522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Stacey "Fergie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF4mWNK1DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1b_zcojEm6g/s1600-h/stacey+fergurson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF4mWNK1DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1b_zcojEm6g/s400/stacey+fergurson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125510451115512882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie's FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF3t2NK0_I/AAAAAAAAACc/N37IKmfzIQ4/s1600-h/fergie%27s+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF3t2NK0_I/AAAAAAAAACc/N37IKmfzIQ4/s400/fergie%27s+face.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125509480452903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wannabe pwincess&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF3e2NK0-I/AAAAAAAAACU/cuahIJENS8o/s1600-h/wannabe+princess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF3e2NK0-I/AAAAAAAAACU/cuahIJENS8o/s400/wannabe+princess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125509222754866146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RyF2sGNK05I/AAAAAAAAABs/hUaVdrT5IVQ/s1600-h/fergie+big+girls+dont+cry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Monique hasn't been having my company recently. Poor broad. But I did watch Prison Break on her. Yes! Prison Break. Dailymotion is slow to upload and tv-links (the usual one I watch from) is closed down so I found another one and managed to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can't remember what it was. (Won't tell you either.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Since my mid-term is cancelled, I'm at a loss whether I should cancel my leave or not this Friday. Too little leave - too many days I don't feel like going to work. Wait, that seems like alot of days.. We should work from Mon- Thurs only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And as Francine (the Frannie on my tagboard) said once, we shld get a holiday everytime it rains. I totally agree. It rained yesterday you know, and the day before. Don't ppl in other countries get the day off if it snows heavily? Shouldn't the same apply here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh, blast the damn equator which had to be located near us. Or else we'd spend the day happily shovelling snow and piling it at the front door and slowly dig our way through to get it and patch it back as we dig along and viola! - best excuse not to go to work. Trapped in your very own house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not a good excuse? You got a better one? Email me and you could stand to win a 16inch reversable flat plasma screen blue-ray squawk-box TV. Yup. the latest the world has ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have it. And I will give it to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yesterday we drove around to Changi and it was so fun. Raushan and I shared a footlong subway sandwich and we were bickering to what veges to add, he said he wanted different ones so we decided to tell the guy separately. This is how it went down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: Fine than! You go first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Raushan: *blur look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: Tell him larrr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Raushan: Oh, sorry. Okay I want onions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*guy puts onions and waits for further instructions.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I look at Raushan and wait for him to hurry the hell up.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Raushan: *looks at us* That's it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*guy smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I laugh like mad*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT~!&lt;/strong&gt; Guess what sauce he asked for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sweet onion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Alas, when the guy was packing the sandwiches he asked for lettuce for he felt it was too bare &amp;amp; pathetic. No shit.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I shall end this post by plagarizing what I saw in a powerpoint presentation that was sent to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Remember these simple guidelines for happiness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. Free your heart from hate               (very hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. Free your mind from worry            (even harder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3. Live simple                                        (this is Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4. Give more                                          (NKF anyone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5. Expect less                                         (not too possible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-5022438211640704466?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/5022438211640704466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=5022438211640704466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/5022438211640704466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/5022438211640704466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='Should I or should I not?'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-6754129614928959416</id><published>2007-10-23T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:52:55.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Monday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Whoo! Black Eyed Peas concert was P O W E R! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Click Five was featured, I wouldn't call myself a fan of theirs, only like one or two songs and I hate their hair-dos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But Black Eyed Peas were REALLY REALLY GOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Will.i.am was wicked!! He was entertaining and proclaimed how much he loves Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(everyone says that wherever they go. blah. We know. Stop lying. No No No No, Baby, No No No No Don't Lieeeeeeeeeeeee. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fergie was definitely a very good performer, though I wouldn't really say she's a very good singer. She can hold her voice but in Live, she's too shrill for my liking like really high pitched. Even when she was singing her single, Big Girls Don't Cry, which was a low voice in her real song, she was a pitch too high in my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She changed outfits abt 3 times but what's up with the last outfit. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt which said "Fergie. Will.i.am. Taboo" with skin tight shimmery GOLD, yes GOLD tights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But I liked her "school uniform" outfit though and one outfit, she wore a long sleeves mid-riff blue shirt and she was sweating badly. Can't blame the girl. I've read about how hot it really is on-stage, I suppose with all the lights emitting heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But she is a show stopper! Really good performer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They did a 1-hr performance then said goodbye abruptly. The lights went out and everyone was confused if it really was over and they hadn't performed "Where's the love?" &amp;amp; "Let's Get The Party Started". wtf, no Where's the love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Everyone started chanting "We want more. We want more" then some idiots left - HELLO? The lights were still off, the camera &amp;amp; sound system guys weren't packing up. Wasn't it obvious it wasn't over yet? They would have turned on the lights right? They can't expect ppl to walk out in the dark right? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOTONGS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;After like 20 mins of wait, Will.i.am came onstage and said "did yal really think we were leaving? Come on man." It was hillarious, the way he teased the crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What was really cool when Will.i.am asked everyone to take out their mobile phones and the lights were switched off and it was beautiful. The whole place had multi-colored lights from the phones. It was really really a beautiful sight. Like watching multi-colored stars swaying to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now to the bad part of the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was supposed to be driven home but it didn't happen as someone else was being a &lt;u&gt;(add word now).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario explained indirectly:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Imagine this yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tells B to get a license so that B can use &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s car. When B finally gets a license, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;says "oh you need more practice before you can take my car out alone." FAIR ENOUGH. But why did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; promise B that B could take the car out? I honestly think ppl who just passed their driving drive way better than those who passed a long time ago - reason : they forget everything they learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That probably explains why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; drives like 24hrs last for 7days and you just gotta kill time by driving like you're pressing the accelator with your tongue. And also how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; takes, gee, 15 mins to park a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So can I ask &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was comfortable with B driving the car when &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; was 1) without a license and drove around the block and secluded areas (no TP mah) and 2)drive long distance in another country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is being a total biatch and B is an idiot for not telling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off in the first place. First A didnt want B to drive alone, then when B gave in and asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to come, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kept saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What a fu***d up person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If I see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anytime soon, oh boy is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gonna experience sacarsm in another level. I really can't stand it when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; keeps telling B and B's brother like so simply, oh take my car la, you wanna borrow anything just take la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I shall end this post by saying :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't take for granted what people tell you. Always double check and make sure things are crystal clear before you really take someone's word for it. If that person is an asshole and turns things around - please state your argument. Please do not act like a "meh meh sheep" and keep quiet because sometimes, people who think they are Jesus need to be put in their places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not everyone is as generous as they claim to be. It's all just "for show" like when you meet an ex-classmate and you ooze pretense and say "Hey what's your number, we shld meet up sometime". You KNOW you have absolutely zero interest in meeting that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Same thing here. Ppl say things for the sake of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Girls &amp;amp; Boys - Don't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh wait - I will upload the pics in next entry &amp;amp; my mid term is postponed till further notice! yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-6754129614928959416?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/6754129614928959416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=6754129614928959416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/6754129614928959416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/6754129614928959416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-monday.html' title='What a Monday..'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-3915012320808511157</id><published>2007-10-22T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:25:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxwJUD4HQiI/AAAAAAAAABA/BPaTzJfFsXw/s1600-h/bep.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123980716283478562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxwJUD4HQiI/AAAAAAAAABA/BPaTzJfFsXw/s400/bep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxwJND4HQhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cJ1ARd0dlWs/s1600-h/bep.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yeay! Tonight I'm going for Black Eyed Peas concert! Got the ticket for free from a manager here (they always get free stuff, but no one can get for me Linkin Park. DIE PEOPLE DIE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Was actually thinking twice about going since I have the last lesson of Workplace Law tonight and I was worried he might give focus areas, but I will got for it on Wed and Wed's OTB lesson I will go on Thurs. Sigh. so many adjustments. Exam on Sat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But now, Black Eyed Peas okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pramodh (ex-colleague from Call Ctr) suggested drinking before the show.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Note: I'm going with the mgr, his wife &amp;amp; 2 kids &amp;amp; another lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DOUBT IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-3915012320808511157?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3915012320808511157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=3915012320808511157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3915012320808511157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3915012320808511157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-black.html' title='Blue Black'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxwJUD4HQiI/AAAAAAAAABA/BPaTzJfFsXw/s72-c/bep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-7150341596254330944</id><published>2007-10-19T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:43:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F - Thank God It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Friday! It's Friday! Wuhoo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But I'm closer and closer to my mid term and not really done much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Plan for tomorrow - go to Singapore Expo coffee bean frm morning and STUDY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can't study at home, too many distractions and I can't study at the library, no space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So must go somewhere else and study plus the coffee bean there (though there is hardly any variety with what they offer) is condusive and I must get there early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm taking Monique with me. Who's this Monique, one might wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Monique is the beautiful lady whose picture I posted in my last post? Hopefully there is a socket for me to plug her in and move her around - doesn't sound right does it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Monique is my new best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy wants to borrow her and Vani wants to "pimp" her up but they are all strangers to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monique only likes me. I am the only one she trusts. I am the only one she loves. She is all mine during the night (during the day I'm starring at this shit thing where I do shit work). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Go away Vani. Go away Mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Leave her alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But Monique, why were you so goddamn expensive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME YOU BIATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When my exam is over, I will play with you more okay? I promise. I will put nice pictures and nice songs in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Muacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What shall I say about work today besides another powepoint that was sent weeks ago is not ready today and it's supposed to be given to another country last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sweet life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's Friday. I shall go home, collect my new glasses, drink some orange juice, say hi to Monique and proceed to study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-7150341596254330944?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/7150341596254330944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=7150341596254330944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/7150341596254330944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/7150341596254330944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/tgif-thank-god-its-friday.html' title='T.G.I.F - Thank God It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-8107671042874968748</id><published>2007-10-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:23:27.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1) I studied &lt;u&gt;only &lt;/u&gt;one chapter today. It's 10.47pm and I gotta study after this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2) I bought a laptop! Compaq Presario V3650TU! Isn't she a beauty? Now my mum wants to use it tomorrow when she was the one telling me not to waste money. Ironic isn't it? Got tons of things to upload but no time now. Maybe after my exam or I'll get Vani to do it I'm sure she'll be pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I feel so retarded - my typing is so slow cos its so much easier with a normal keyboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Good deal though - $2399 for the notebook, a Canon printer (gave to Amriq), 2Gb thumbdrive &amp;amp; retractable optical mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxdyLT4HQfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JPuu2yR5yYw/s1600-h/compaq+v3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122688639796986354" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="261" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxdyLT4HQfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JPuu2yR5yYw/s320/compaq+v3000.JPG" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3) I did my own blogskin. Amriq doesn't like it as he says Wentworth Miller is gay. But you see, I don't care abt Wentworth Miller - I only like "Michael Scofield" the character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Psst, his name is Wentworth for cryin out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I shall end this post by saying - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's 11pm. I took that long to type these pathetic few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Don't mind me as I go and study now &amp;amp; type more tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-8107671042874968748?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/8107671042874968748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=8107671042874968748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/8107671042874968748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/8107671042874968748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxdyLT4HQfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JPuu2yR5yYw/s72-c/compaq+v3000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-4961453088011214549</id><published>2007-10-16T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:29:54.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I did not write the previous post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why would anyone want to hack into a blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm suspecting Amriq or Vani, but Amriq wouldn't know which email address I'm using butI gave Vani my email &amp;amp; password to do up the blogskin and tagboard which she hasn't done.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So Vani, I know it's you. But I shan't deleted the post. It looks cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long day at work today. Time is moving fast and that's a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So frustrated. Imagine this - &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; gives you a powerpoint presentation to look at &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;two weeks in advance before the meeting&lt;/span&gt; in which the presentation is to be used&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you decide to look at it two or three days before the meeting and then realize you wanna change 80% of it but take your own mama's time to do so then the &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; who gave it to you hounds you daily to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you take your own sweet shit time and then the &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; demands from your poor subordinate, this innocent young woman to do it when it is beyond her control. So this innocent young woman keeps asking you about it but you decide you have better things to do and tell this girl that it might not be ready and to tell that &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now ladies and gentlemen, pls do not forget that &lt;strong&gt;someone &lt;/strong&gt;is frigging pissed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh deary me, I forgot to mention that the presentation was to take place at 8am tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanna guess who is that helpless young woman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall end this short, disgruntled post by saying:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some people should just be hanged for stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr XXX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1964-2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanged by stupidity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxRoSD4HQeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sbmFZh9oqDs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121833335714693602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxRoSD4HQeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sbmFZh9oqDs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-4961453088011214549?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/4961453088011214549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=4961453088011214549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4961453088011214549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/4961453088011214549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-see-that.html' title='Did you see that?'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxRoSD4HQeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sbmFZh9oqDs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-2171232226154839324</id><published>2007-10-16T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:12:32.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HACKED</title><content type='html'>YOU HAVE BEEN HACKED SHELBYTISHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR PLAYING THIS GAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-2171232226154839324?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2171232226154839324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=2171232226154839324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/2171232226154839324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/2171232226154839324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/hacked.html' title='HACKED'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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-8711906089199589751.post-3541889091597736730</id><published>2007-10-15T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:36:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why wasn't Hari Raya on Sunday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If Hari Raya was on Sunday, we could have gotten today off and I would have woken up late and Vani is also at home today and we could have lazed around and had alot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then again, I have an exam in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(let me count)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 days&lt;/strong&gt; time. Yikes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told myself I wouldn't procrastinate but I did. Is that the right way to spell it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(refers to dictionary.com.Yes it's correct. I am a guru at spelling. They should have somesort of spelling bee competition. I'll win, I tell ya)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't studied yet but I'm going to start today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(trying to redeem myself here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I have to startstudying. No going out till next Sat - my exam. Workplace Law. ggggrrrreat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I did get a High Distn for my bridging module and I feel like I need to get it again but with all this wasting of time, I really don't know. I've already scanned my notes here so if I have nothing to do I can read them but I feel its better to physically write it down, helps one remember things better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A new girl is joining us end of yr and I've heard some bad things abt her having an attitude problem so I thought I'd be nice and casually and gently bring it up to my bause and he wasn't the least disturbed abt it so I left it alone. This was on Fri yeah, and before I went back he told me tht someone told him that I was difficult but he doesn't experience anything and he's pleased with me and he told that "person" exactly that. Now, I'm no rocket scientist but only a few ppl knew I transferred dept so I'd place my last dollar on my ex-boss whom the whole co hates so gee wee, tough luck huh. My bause must be an idiot to believe something coming from a person like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's a kookie I tell you and not in a good way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Albert Einstein would lose out in a &lt;em&gt;'whose-hair-stands-taller'&lt;/em&gt; competition, she's an aging spinster who bullies an older woman to buy food for her everyday and when she enters a room, everyone shrinks back like she's the next outbreak of smallpox. But no, one cannot take their eyes of the hair-do. Gatsby, anyone? But she's a powerful woman but I wouldn't want to lead such a sad life with such a notorious reputation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So coming back to that girl - if her reputation preceeds her, she better not try to be funny with me. &lt;em&gt;Yindianos&lt;/em&gt;, you know what they can be like. No racism or stereotyping here but experience tells alot. &lt;strong&gt;Can't sue me here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxLPoT4HQcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oQOPOuceMx4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxLPoT4HQcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oQOPOuceMx4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxLP2z4HQdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nhugbBw8peA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121384266819125714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxLP2z4HQdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nhugbBw8peA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On Sun, we went to my auntie's place and played Poker. I lost $20 and Amriq, being a bit lost in the game managed to win $30. I am darn sure my $20 went there. He kept winning a few times and big stakes too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(ok la not so big considering the fact that the max bet was $1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I TAUGHT HIM HOW TO PLAY &lt;/span&gt;so I think rightfully half should come to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.s: Siraj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(amriq's cousin)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;owes me 6 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;quirky news : My co just sent an email abt a new clause of somesort regarding blogging that my wonderful co's name &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;be mentioned in it and we are not supposed to blog abt work activites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I think (a) no one will be that dumb to mention where they work (b) how can you restrict what one blogs about so long as it doesn't violate the govt, the reputation of a company or a person, racism or promote any sort of disharmony in the country or well, anything tht a normal person wouldn't talk about. There was one article in Australia, I think, or was it UK, where a woman was fired for blogging about her company but then again she stated the name (bimbo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't said anything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall end this post by saying ...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-3541889091597736730?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3541889091597736730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=3541889091597736730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3541889091597736730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3541889091597736730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-wasnt-hari-raya-on-sunday.html' title='Why wasn&apos;t Hari Raya on Sunday?'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/RxLP2z4HQdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nhugbBw8peA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-2860096330302891210</id><published>2007-10-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:55:18.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am eating Subway sandwich as I type and the lettuce is falling out all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sara's dead ! Sara's dead! Sara's dead!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dances around wildly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;told you so! I told Raushan &amp;amp; Amriq that Sarah's head would be in the box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[That's Season 3, episode 4 - educate yourself]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Rw2Rcz4HQbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU1SxyQn8S8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119908275538051506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Rw2Rcz4HQbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU1SxyQn8S8/s320/untitled.bmp" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The actress who plays Sarah is pregnant so her part was axed from the show. (The interview is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.tvguide.com/blog/TVGuide-Editors-Blog/Ausiello-Report/700000049"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;http://community.tvguide.com/blog/TVGuide-Editors-Blog/Ausiello-Report/700000049&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was about time they got rid of the plain Jane and chose me to be Scofield's new love interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Imagine this : The Company realizes Scofield cannot break Whistler out alone so they sent a mysterious Asian woman &lt;em&gt;(ahem ahem)&lt;/em&gt; who was equally as brainy &lt;em&gt;(ahem ahem)&lt;/em&gt; as Scofield to Sona to help him. She goes under cover (she's untouchable ok) and they fell in love and he gets torn between Sarah (who he doesn't know is dead) and the new mysterious woman and when Lincoln finally tells Scolfield that Sarah is dead, he actually feels relieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now guess who this smart, mysterious Asian woman is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I went for my gym training just now and I nearly died. My friggin back hurts and I can hardly walk. Sit ups are a killer. I absolutely cannot do them and they are absolutely pointless as I absolutely don't feel it working and its an absolute waste of energy. But of course, the trainer just smiled and made me do more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The damn phone is ringing and ringing. Don't people get it? If no one picks up within the first two times you try, means no one is there?? But NOOOooo they choose to call &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;over and over and over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and over and over and over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;over and over and over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;over and over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;over and over and over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; and over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;over and over and over and over and over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;over and over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;over and over and over and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;over and over and over again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And it's just so obvious it's the same person as it rings continuously. REDIAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amriq failed his driving test. I really thought he would pass. If you're reading this Amriq, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOESN'T $1500 SPENT AT THE SCHOOL TEACH YOU NOT TO PANIC AND GO OVER THE CURB?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. I still love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I was so anxious from 10am to 11am waiting for his call to tell me he's gonna fetch me after work, too anxious really as if I was a father waiting for my wife to give birth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he called and told me he failed and he swore by it but then again he always swears and LIES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(God, are you reading this? Punish the asshole.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to his CDC &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Comfort Driving Ctr...)&lt;/span&gt; student link and kept refreshing to see and there were no further lessons that could be book so I thought he'd just play it on till end of day and then show me his paper license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he called and told me the next test is 22/10/07 and I refreshed again and yup, he failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, better pass on 22nd sweetheart or you can take the bus for the rest of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I finished my assignment and sent it to my lecturer for him to check my referencing apparently the moderator in Murdoch has a stick in his ass and choose a bunch of ppl's assignment to moderate. I'm pretty certain he probably chose mine because he likes my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like his. It's Phillip. Reminds me of a gay chiropractor. I have his picture but I can't put it up. I might get sued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On another note, how do you ask someone for money? My bause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (use your brains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;asked me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;buy fruits for him everyday and he gave me $50 and the fruits are $2.50 per box - do your Math and that would be 20 days aka a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He gave mid August. do your Math again. I subtly said several times that the "fruit fund" is down or gone and he says "Oh ok" so I got fed-up after some time and stopped buying. Yesterday he opened the fridge and remarked there were no fruits and I told him it's gone. Today I bought again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will ask the fruitcake &lt;strong&gt;ONE LAST TIME&lt;/strong&gt; today and if he continues to be a typical &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yindiano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, he can fly a kite for all I care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a long entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall end this entry by stating a stupid thing Vani, my sister did yesterday : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amriq, Vani and myself were seated on a swing and she kept on pushing it faster and Amriq pulled one of her slippers and tossed across the playground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vani, the Genius, pulled off the other slipper and tossed it as well, citing it was better this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What a fruitcake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Word of the day :&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; f r u i t c a k e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.s: I hate fruitcakes. They suck. They taste old and "gimme a bowl of sugar with a bit of flour please". Pui. My wedding cake is NOT gonna be fruitcake - contrary to common practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya hear that Amriq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-2860096330302891210?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/2860096330302891210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=2860096330302891210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/2860096330302891210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/2860096330302891210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break!'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJT4jFCVe50/Rw2Rcz4HQbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU1SxyQn8S8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711906089199589751.post-3377991516548078424</id><published>2007-10-10T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:29:01.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.w e l c o m e . w e l c o m e.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Welcome to my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am disgruntled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dis·grun·tle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fdisgruntled"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;–verb (used with object), -tled, -tling.&lt;br /&gt;to put into a state of sulky dissatisfaction; make discontent. &lt;em&gt;[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;amp;q=disgruntled"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;amp;q=disgruntled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now that I have explained clearly what it means, who dares to disagree with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So long as you are at this page, you shall read and accept whatever I write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (or type, rather)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and if you disagree with my thoughts, screw you. Go fly a kite. (see, I'm disgruntling already.viola!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S: Actually I'm damn free and bored at work (yes free and work in the same sentence. gasp!) and so I decided to get a blog since everyone's got one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you know that 87% of us are disgruntled employees? Of course, I've referring to the unfortunate bit of us that are actually employed, working for others, in what we call the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"master - servant" relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And did you also know that 46.7% of statistics are all total bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(if you didn't get the joke by now, please scroll to the top right-hand corner of this page, look for the little red x and click your mouse.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;During the course of this operation &lt;strong&gt;Type.Blog.When.Free&lt;/strong&gt;, I shall be venting my anger, frustration, boredom, happiness, sadness, disgust, what the f**k? and so on and so forth and you, the reader, shall accept and comprehend and reflect on my precious words and I shall end this post by writing this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*closes eyes and reflects*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Women who think that the way through a man's heart is through his stomach, need be known that they are aiming a little too high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adioz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8711906089199589751-3377991516548078424?l=the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/feeds/3377991516548078424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8711906089199589751&amp;postID=3377991516548078424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3377991516548078424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8711906089199589751/posts/default/3377991516548078424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-disgruntled-one.blogspot.com/2007/10/w-e-l-c-o-m-e-w-e-l-c-o-m-e.html' title='.w e l c o m e . w e l c o m e.'/><author><name>Oh Disgruntled One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986402565184252257</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></feed>
