<?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-15147131</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:33:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legs for You?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-114432331490840495</id><published>2006-04-06T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:35:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>I think i got the project jitters. Been sick for 6 days already.  Fever, sore throat, cough, loss of voice, SEVERE blocked nose. Yes, severe, i couldn't breath while sleeping in class. I woke up suddenly grasping for air. Blardy nose. I have to eat, talk, and breath at the same time. How to enjoy food, considering the fact that I can taste nothing. No doctors, I don't want medications, too much of a risk considering that it might be drowsy and my exams are 1 week away. Right after this, I am getting my dose of examination fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boonie: Haha! Yesyes! I'm swearing off them next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114432331490840495?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114432331490840495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114432331490840495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114432331490840495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114432331490840495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_06.html' title='=('/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-114422277604109577</id><published>2006-04-05T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:39:36.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>Last week of school. 1 week study leave. 2 weeks of battle with exam. I can't wait. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114422277604109577?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114422277604109577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114422277604109577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114422277604109577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114422277604109577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-114250267637270483</id><published>2006-03-16T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:51:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>Philosophy, I failed. Why? Cause the teacher missed out 1 section of my work. ^^ Super scary. How can I fail?! Anyways, many scored A's cause they copied. Teacher seated ONLY me in the front and clever me never studied. Hooray, Joyness. However, pretty happy that I can pass without copying. That, ahh, ought to give myself a pat on the back. Damn, I love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114250267637270483?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114250267637270483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114250267637270483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114250267637270483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114250267637270483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/03/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-114205104948299611</id><published>2006-03-11T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:24:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Philosphy Mid Term Exam on Monday. =( I hate it. Neither do I know what has he been rambling for the past 10 lectures. Head shot, I'm auto dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114205104948299611?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114205104948299611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114205104948299611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114205104948299611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114205104948299611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-114176404105166484</id><published>2006-03-08T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T04:40:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blardy Insect.</title><content type='html'>I am so cranky and ITCHY. Please, if I may direct your attention to the time at the bottom of this post. I was prevented from sleeping at my usual slot just to catch 1 blardy darn mosquito. This jolly mosquito has choosen to suck my blood at several tasty locations on both of my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my legs looks like some kind of yucky sickness due to me scratching while rushing out a&lt;br /&gt;stupid project. How can you expect me to not scratch the itch! I cannot concentrate on my project with the itchyness irritating me. Yes, I waited until I did my project finish. The reason why? Cause I'm balancing a laptop on my lap. Like DUH, why else would it be a laptop. Each time i peer over the laptop to find the blardy mosquito, it would have been half way into its meal and fly away like its FOC. It came back for more. MORE AND MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all my projects, I logged into my usual gamer mode, waited for it to bite the bait (My legs). I spent like 1 hour waiting for the thing to appear!!! It kept hovering around, taking hesitations on whether to land or not due to several close shaves. Finally, it landed, DANG, I missed. Took me another friggin half hour, before it finally scrumbled to temptation and met the LOAD OF DEATH FOR MOSQUITOS. It met its death on my middle finger. How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage has been done, my legs are now full of popped up craters and yes, redness. Shall post up my picture of victory. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/1020/1600/DSCF0181.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3558/1020/320/DSCF0181.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the size of the insect to my hand? Thats how BIG it is, not to mention fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The photo showing the blood pool of the mosquito refuses to be uploaded. Shall post it up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114176404105166484?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114176404105166484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114176404105166484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114176404105166484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114176404105166484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/03/blardy-insect.html' title='Blardy Insect.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-114097846007300035</id><published>2006-02-27T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:27:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underworld.</title><content type='html'>I feel like those blue-ish demons in the movie Underworld. However, the difference between me and them is that they have a freak load of energy to be jumping around.  Me, already half-dead. Drained of every reserve energy in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests everyday, even better when you have a full day, a 2 full subjects, in which both are brain energy zapping. It doesn't stop here, it gets more interesting when both of the lecturers decides that monday would be a perfect day to spring on us a test. Yes, 2 tests, on a monday blue day. How exciting, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total shagged-ness. Something is wrong with my laptop's mousepad. The thing is friggin jammed and it clicks itself, thus, overwritting one of my blardy project. How much more fun can this get. Hoorays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondue session with qi on Tuesday. Half-hour later, I received news that our Friday given literature assignment would be on Wednesday, which is like 2 days away??! Yes, tell me how to do it when I am mugging for 2 friggin tests for the weekend and a additional day for physic test on a Thursday. I need extra days for physic, I have no idea what goes on in physic lesson! Help and enlightnment required. Interesting enough for you? It should be, seeing the tortures I am in. HipHipHooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It greens me further to realise that poly's are having their holidays soon. Qi's and Melty's are already having theirs, with Boonie's arriving on Thursday (Note: Physic Doomday). Guan is going to have his annual March holidays. How about me, 2 more months to a rest. How come I don't spy any Public Holidayon the calendar? 3 cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take notice of the ungodly time I am blogging at. I am mugging now and while typing this line, the mouse almost made me lose this enire blog if it wasn't for the warning blogspot has recently installed. @#$%^&amp;amp;^%$#@ mouse!!!! Coming back to point, I am busy mugging now but my mind is drifting off to weird places. Save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114097846007300035?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114097846007300035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114097846007300035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114097846007300035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114097846007300035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/underworld.html' title='Underworld.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-114028197841952713</id><published>2006-02-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:59:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Foe.</title><content type='html'>For the past years I've lived in my room, I have plentiful visitors, a long stream of them to be precise. I wonder where they come from. I wonder how did they make their tiresome way up here.  I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, even more endless questions. Just how did they manage to pay me a visit 14 stories vertically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visitors are all these insects, which comes in different shape, size and colour. You name it, you've got it. Just early this week, in the middle of the night, 4 a.m. rather, a praying mantis made its way from my bolster. Initially, I thought it was a cockroach or a lizard. It did really scared the living souls out of me. Who wouldn't be if something just crawled from your bed. It made its way up the wall, then back to my bolster and to and fro. That was the only way it could go as the bed was up against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad I was taunting that night. Imagine what chaos it could have created. I don't even want to think about it, too much of a creep. I was pratically screaming - in caps, to anyone I could see online, namely Andrew and Akuboon. Pity them. Was halfway around the world already before I managed to grab a box, actually, a box that was used to contained my sister's paper stars. Too Small! Changed box, my sister's paper cutting box! Just big enough. I tell you, the blardy thing was &lt;-                                   This Huge!                                          -&gt;. Waiting for 1 minute before it climbed from my bolster back to the wall. *PIACK!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was woken up to help me grab the cover of the box, which I had stupidly left it at the table, far from my reach. Uber noisy for a insect I must say. Left it tortured for 3 days, before releasing it. Pays back for the fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's exotic visitor was this yellow beetle, with black spots on its wings. These spots look like a human mask! Well, spotted it on my window's ledge while entering the room. Yes, initial thought was a cockroach again. Arrgh! I think I'm obsessed with roaches already. Enough, too much of a disgust! Period. End of tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clear things up, I did not capture this beetle. I let it exercised and left it to leave my room by itself. I am not a sadist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-114028197841952713?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/114028197841952713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=114028197841952713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114028197841952713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/114028197841952713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or Foe.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113984576279474416</id><published>2006-02-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:49:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hideout.</title><content type='html'>Hideout, a horrid place to pub in. Everthing is too squeezey in there. The place is too small to house the number of people. Imagine this, it gets bad enough when people from the next table bulk in with you, even when you're already squeezing like nothing on earth. Tell me in the world is there such thing? That aside, the crampness is seen when people start tripping over chairs and other minor objects. O_O. Is that what a pub should be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air-con was refreshingly cool, with the house music the DJs was spinning and the artworks hanging from the walls being the highlights. However, being the cramped space, you feel like a caged animal, being pointed at by people - even though they are pointing at the paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, whatever you do is being observed by everyone in the room - You look at me, I look at you. Your movement is being observed and looked, scrutinized and analysed. You can see every inch of the opposite ends of the room - which is increasingly uncomfortable as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simly, Never ever going there again - even with great company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113984576279474416?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113984576279474416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113984576279474416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113984576279474416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113984576279474416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/hideout.html' title='Hideout.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113925031269953117</id><published>2006-02-07T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:28:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't bring myself...</title><content type='html'>... to actually believe that I just asked a totally rubbish person a question. Why did I commit such stupid mistake??! Reminder to self, never, EVER ask guano anything anymore. Why? Refer to the msn conversation. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; (My 3rd favourite colour!) being my line, and a horrid &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; being his. Anything in brackets are addition comments by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oooh guan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyones b'day coming up soon? Feel like celebrating b'days all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mine. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(O_O!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Peng. Go die. Yours passed ardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No leh 12/11/06... Not Passed yet. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Err??!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Omg larhs. Ought to be shot! I said coming up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SIAN!!CHEMISTRY TOMORROW!!!!!!!Wo yao yun ler. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Guan being in his frequent super random state. I purposly ignored him today, don't show him concern. Shh! Don't tell him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;... You tell me longlong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I Don't Mind getting Presents in Feb ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(!!! Still can put smiley face!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Omg larhs, I said b'day celebration, You tell me presents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(-.-;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to continue the conversation with him, or else I would have died. Heart attack, excessive head smashing against wall, hair ripped forcefully from skull and many other unimaginable actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge. Tell me where got such kind of people one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113925031269953117?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113925031269953117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113925031269953117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113925031269953117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113925031269953117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-bring-myself.html' title='I can&apos;t bring myself...'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113871688128819395</id><published>2006-01-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:14:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Trick</title><content type='html'>New year! 3rd day! Woohs! However, it also means that my holiday is drawing to a close soon. =( Anyways, Happy new year to all! Shall blog next week. This week is chaotic with so many people in my house and such. Love and miss all =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113871688128819395?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113871688128819395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113871688128819395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113871688128819395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113871688128819395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/mind-trick.html' title='Mind Trick'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113818961004627213</id><published>2006-01-25T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:46:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulgence.</title><content type='html'>Move over CSI and Alias. 24 is the new dude. Yeahhhhhh man! Been spending 3 days watching a whole season 4 of 24 after school. Yes!! I rushed home just to sit infront of my laptop watching 24. Unbelievable. It's wonders what these shows can do to my head. Can't wait for season 5 now. I'm already missing it now that I've exhausted the whole DVD package, including the special features. I knew I should have watched slower. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without 24 is sad, pathetic. I am desperate, just like a drug addit addicted to his coke or whatever. I am experiencing withdrawal symptons. The only comfort is the usual 1 hour on AXN, season 3. But too much &lt;em&gt;larhs&lt;/em&gt;, they scheduled it to be 1 hour before I leave for school, and the repeat to be half hour after my release from school. It's like @#$%^%$#@!!! If I watch it in the morning, I would be late. Not that I am early for classes. I am already like half hour late everyday and watching it would put off my arrival for another 15 - 30 minutes. If I watch it after school PRONTO, by the time I reached home, 30 minutes of the show would have been aired. Adding on my misery is the fact that sometimes I've got afternoon lesson - which is more frequent due to the extra subject I am taking. Screwwww the timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Please Please release 24's season 5 soon. Kennnnnnny!!!! I want the Dvds from season 1 - 3!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113818961004627213?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113818961004627213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113818961004627213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113818961004627213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113818961004627213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113765812138117378</id><published>2006-01-19T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:08:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err??!</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I would introduce myself as zhardy in the future. Why? 'Cause I want to. Hahahaha! No no, really, zhardy. The reason being is that zhardy sounds more like me. I just realised, Carmen sounds too girly. Tsks tsks. My parents are trying to convince my to wear skirts(!!!) - just because my image and the name would be more "connecting". Like what??! Tell me where got such reason &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;!! Therefore, with a name less ungirly, I hope that I am not associated with more skirt image or whatsoever. Therefore, a new introduction is required for me to get into the name change thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am zhardy. Nice to meet you. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to more pressing issue - School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More hectic, with extra subject. Instead if 4, we're taking 5 now. Even happier news, Physics have a GPA of 5 points instead of the usual 4. What man??! Even stressing, having to do well for Physics. Diediedie. Anyways, Glad that there are less projects. Oh yah, I am totally lost in Critical Reasoning. I guess my IQ isn't high enough to do CRITICAL REASONING. Bleh. Joy to me. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113765812138117378?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113765812138117378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113765812138117378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113765812138117378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113765812138117378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/err.html' title='Err??!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113726453556194685</id><published>2006-01-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:48:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ball of fun!</title><content type='html'>Wooh, start the day with a rush. Woke up by my maid at 1030 am due to her shouting. She wanted to know what time I was going out. Who knows, when I said 1100, she screamed and said, 1035 am alrdy! Shaked off the thought by slacking in bed until 1045. Haha, thought she was joking. She always play that kind of joke on me. &lt;em&gt;Bahhhh&lt;/em&gt;. Glanced at my watch. FRIGGIN HELL! Rush like mad, went to bath, grabbed my bag, ate breakfast like it was a school day - on the move, run run run, called Qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 came, rushed onto bus. Dropped at Qi's bus stop where she was waiting for me. Took a foreign bus which I didn't know. Qi said she could kidnap me and I won't even know. Haha, kidnap all you want, no one will want to kidnap me. Hiehiehie. Reached Parkway super fast. Rudy (The big star) and Roy, are still in Rudy's house doing dunno what. Haha, both of us want random and senseless walking around. Lost 5 bucks to charity, my only cash with me. Oh wells, karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around for 10 minutes and they came. Haha, Rudy scared me like nothing on earth with his booming voice. Too amusing. Sudden jerk. Went to eat Ra-Mian. Haha, nicenice, topped off with baby oct. Total heaven. Funny conversation. I must stress on the pont that Rudy is a heavy drinker. He drowned like 6 glasses just for a bowl of noodle. Like OMGosh, I never seen such a drinker before. Drowning sorrows on water is a good idea. I should try it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated with Swendsen bythe big star, or actually, fishball! Haha, too much fun choosing the flavours. Rowdy bunch we were. PS, Africians, whether they are starving or not, do not have any relations or whatsoever to the dripping of the ice-cream. Too funny &lt;em&gt;larhs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to Popular with a full stomach. Too amusing when Rudy said he needed to buy pencils. I asked him, America doesn't sell pencils??! Haha. Bought a comic for my sis. I'm like her comic supplier I must say, but I never touched any of it before. Took a couple of photos when we left. =)), too orange my hair. Haha. Orinkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to the bus, as usual, being the nosiest on the bus. Haha. Made our ways home. However, before that, we bought Rudy this &lt;em&gt;Cai Shen&lt;/em&gt; hanging picture. The best part, it has blinking lights! Haha, too much larhs, Now incoperate with technology. Blinking lights and &lt;em&gt;Cai Shen&lt;/em&gt; somehow doesn't connect with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed! Should go out more often! Haha, love you guys loads for the fun! Rudy must stay longer next time. Transit at Singapore for 1 day only before flying off is too much. Must stay for at least 3 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Recieved Alice's present and card all the way from Winnipeg! Wooh! Love you girl loads! Can't wait for our '07 date! Mucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113726453556194685?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113726453556194685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113726453556194685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113726453556194685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113726453556194685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/ball-of-fun.html' title='A ball of fun!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113706602757958354</id><published>2006-01-12T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:40:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>%*@*^@$(#%@</title><content type='html'>Pms? No. Just feeling low. School starting in what, 3 days??! Dammit, I haven't got my bag yet. I got no bag to bring to school. Feeling damn sad cause school is starting. Shyt. Ignored many people on msn. Sorry, just don't feel like talking and NO. I am not going for orientation tomorrow. I do not want WILL NOT go for orientation tomorrow regardless of whatever draws or temptations you guys are giving me.Orientation is a waste of time, just see last term's. Bloody hell, might as well take the time off for shopping for my bag, even more well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop here. The more I type, the more whiny I get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113706602757958354?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113706602757958354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113706602757958354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113706602757958354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113706602757958354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='%*@*^@$(#%@'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113655314501085815</id><published>2006-01-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:20:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me wonder...</title><content type='html'>if some people are that idiots? You call me lame just because you read a testimonial written by me and conclude that I am lame?, and even had the check to say I'm a HE when it is clearly written in the profile that I am a FEMALE. Open you eyes dude, or should I say dudette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fistly, I do not even know you, you do not have the right to openly post in someone testi that I am lame, being that, a public website. You do not have such rights and will never have. Would you like it if I took your lingerie and showcased it for the world? I bet the answer is no. So therefore, without any relations to me, please do not judge me. If you do have any comments, please keep it to yourself. Refer to quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I disgust you, keep it to yourself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am doing what you are doing to me right now. However, I am not judging you, I am just hanging out your dirty laundry in the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, You have absolutely no idea what are we talking about. &lt;strong&gt;ZILCH&lt;/strong&gt;. You do not see people announcing baseless facts do you? Recall the recent uproar caused by a scientist who lied about his experiments and results. He was not able to prove it, and what happened? He got shot - he was shot off his post, he was shot off his job, he was shot in the newspaper, he was shot by the public, he was hot by the government, he was shot off his glorious 'results and findings', he was shot left, right, up down. It comes back to, BASELESS AND LACK OF EVIDENCE to prove his case. Therefore, please do not shoot your mouth off if you do not want others to shoot their mouth off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a bitch for this eh? Go cry to your whoever about this, I don't care. Why? 'Cause  am very sure if you are feeling upset about this, you are feeling that of what you are doing to a innocent party who has not treaded on your toes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end this note with a No Offence and a caution to you to be careful about what are you posting on the net, with it being a public server for everyone, the whole wide world, to see. Recall the racist comment case reported just a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113655314501085815?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113655314501085815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113655314501085815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113655314501085815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113655314501085815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-makes-me-wonder.html' title='It makes me wonder...'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113648779792590452</id><published>2006-01-06T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:47:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>Been busy docking Mary's (Boonie) pay each time she slacks. Tskks, ought to be shot. Bang Bang. Always slacking when I turn my back. Must sweep the floor everyday, Non-stop! &lt;em&gt;Hiehiehiehie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Vella =(. Haven't seen Vella in ages. Not as in I've never seen Vella for the longest time. I am Vella once in a few days, but I want to see Qi in Vella! No fair =(. &lt;em&gt;Booooooooo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen Melty on msn for the longest time this month =(. I want to send you this really nice song I just downloaded =)). Hurry come online! Talk to me in the windows account, then I can hear the 'ding dong' alert. &lt;em&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in 1 week or so. Enjoying my school-free life now and I dread losing this life for 3.5 month. Eat, Sleep, Play. &lt;em&gt;Ahhh&lt;/em&gt;, such a perfect slack life of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113648779792590452?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113648779792590452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113648779792590452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113648779792590452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113648779792590452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2006/01/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113603138165898934</id><published>2005-12-31T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:16:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Heck, go to hell with all the resolutions. I never kept them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first working experience.&lt;br /&gt;I got my first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;I got my 'O' level results back.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first batch of straight entry using a 'O' level certificate into California State University of Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;I gained 5 darlings. Hooray! Love you guys loads =))&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to recount. I have bad memory as you guys know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy New Year to everyone =)) Woooohs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113603138165898934?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113603138165898934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113603138165898934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113603138165898934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113603138165898934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, New Resolutions.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113545191858413477</id><published>2005-12-25T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:18:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To one and all,</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! Especially to my bunch of darlings - Guano, Qi, Melty and Boonie! Love you guys loads. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113545191858413477?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113545191858413477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113545191858413477' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113545191858413477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113545191858413477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-one-and-all.html' title='To one and all,'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113516825520430491</id><published>2005-12-21T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:30:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little squeeze here, a little hug there.</title><content type='html'>Went knocking on my Uncle's door. Haha, first thing on my mind - Andi! Haha, yesyes, the six months old baby boy. Adopted by my uncle 5 weeks ago. Such a total eye candy. Had total fun with him. Super day of fun which took the load of Microecon exam off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drools like nothing on earth. Haha, my gradmother said that his saliva &lt;em&gt;machim&lt;/em&gt; rain, never stop dropping. Haha, amusing way to describe it. He was too adorable to resist. Haha, carried him, played with him, laughed with/at him. His laughs are so cheerful, so heart melting. Yes, my heart always melts when he laughes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was too much of a fun to see him getting upset. Apprently his feeding time was 1500, but he was making a racket at 1415, demanding for his baby food be served to him. Everyone say &lt;em&gt;Aww&lt;/em&gt;. Too cute &lt;em&gt;larhs&lt;/em&gt;. His face was so adorable, even when his angry/upset, on the verge of crying. Our stomach were already in knots by the time he cried. Too adorable to let him suffer, his banana cream/paste-like food. Yum yum yum. Finished it up in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so entertained by the presents we brought. Actually, more of the wrapper than the present. Brought 3 presents each for him and our other cousin. Both were allowed to open 1 present early. He was mesmerized by the green wrapper, fiddling with it with his tiny hands. Beaming non-stop since we handed him his presents. *Heart melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, I got to stop here. I can go on and on and on, describing about every single thing he did, but I'll scare you with the length. It's long. It's never short when it comes to talking about kids. Yesyes, I love kids, they make my heart melt. They are tops in my love list. Yesyes, throw me with a kid and I'll be a happy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113516825520430491?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113516825520430491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113516825520430491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113516825520430491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113516825520430491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-squeeze-here-little-hug-there.html' title='A little squeeze here, a little hug there.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113493216386655781</id><published>2005-12-19T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:56:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omgoshie!</title><content type='html'>Haha, yesyes, apt tite for this entry. Half-Life 2 is really superb. I should have bought it as soon as it came out. However, put it off due to the heafty price tag. Scrumbed to temptation when I saw it for the hundredth times in Challenger. In a split second, my money went flying, however for the happiness I was deriving from it, worth it. Indeed, consumers satisfaction is super high for X-Box Games that I purchase I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too exciting. Haha, I was kept in suspense and was suffering from panic each time something pops out at random. My gaming skills have dropped drastically I must say. Couple of missed shots but all went well. What I hated was the twists and turns in order to find my way out. Half the time I depended on luck to get to checkpoints. Yesyes, too much amusment if you've seen me played on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I am going to indulge myself toally into the game once the day of 22nd of December arrives. All to cool. After that, gonna try out one of the games I bought long time ago but never got to opening it. Ending this entry with a Wham! indeed. I adore my games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113493216386655781?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113493216386655781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113493216386655781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113493216386655781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113493216386655781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/12/omgoshie.html' title='Omgoshie!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113427936542294693</id><published>2005-12-11T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:36:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit! Bang Bang. I'm dead.</title><content type='html'>Technically speaking, I am dead. I am so dead tomorrow. History exam, and I've got like 0 out of 8 chapter in my head. How am I supposed to write out essay after essays of answers. Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was supposed to study, ended up walking around TM and CS. See, what is up with me??! I must be crazy, shopping when exams are less than 2 days aways. Each time I come online, I will see someone having the nick to do with exams. Dammit, rid the nick. Friggin idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about yesterday, there was this charity drive going on. They brought out the handicapped children. Although my mom had made a donation, I still avoided their gaze, their eye. Not because no donation was made, it was due to me, feeling a mix of emotions when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitiness, sorry for them, sorrow. Shame for myself? They seem to be leading a more fruitful life than me. I have absolutly no idea what to do with my life. Pathetic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113427936542294693?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113427936542294693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113427936542294693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113427936542294693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113427936542294693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/12/shit-bang-bang-im-dead.html' title='Shit! Bang Bang. I&apos;m dead.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113401594959028719</id><published>2005-12-08T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:25:49.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howhowhow?</title><content type='html'>Exams soon. Not prepared. Don't feel like studying. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113401594959028719?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113401594959028719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113401594959028719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113401594959028719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113401594959028719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/12/howhowhow.html' title='Howhowhow?'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113322304703472776</id><published>2005-11-29T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:10:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>After so long of dragging and so little time of rushing, Tom Sawyer is finally finished, though I have to say, I could not get what the author was trying to say in the later parts after the cave incident. Next is ruhsing out my presentation and the 2k book critique by today, hand it up tomorrow. Last day of lesson, no dragging. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113322304703472776?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113322304703472776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113322304703472776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113322304703472776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113322304703472776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113319686106345568</id><published>2005-11-29T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:57:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Joy or for Sorrow?</title><content type='html'>School, last week. All projects due and such. I have got to read Tom Sawyer in like, 6 hours and write a thousand words +++ report on it. Sorrow. Next week is study week, however, it is the sign that exams are nearing. Oh-so-fast. I have to buck up on my Finite Maths, in addition to History,Microeconomics and finally, Interpersonal Communication. Save my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113319686106345568?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113319686106345568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113319686106345568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113319686106345568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113319686106345568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-joy-or-for-sorrow.html' title='For Joy or for Sorrow?'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113276289944489483</id><published>2005-11-24T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:21:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is!</title><content type='html'>Melty asked me for it. Qi linked me to it even before I decided to post it. Oh wells, just some cut and paste, won't take much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You entered: Wong Jia Wen Carmen&lt;br /&gt;There are 16 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 16 letters total to 76&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 vowels and 10 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your number is: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics of #4 are: A foundation, order, service, struggle against limits, steady growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression or destiny for #4:&lt;br /&gt;Order, service, and management are the cornerstones of the number 4 Expression. Your destiny is to express wonderful organization skills with your ever practical, down-to-earth approach. You are the kind of person who is always willing to work those long, hard hours to push a project through to completion. A patience with detail allows you to become expert in fields such as building, engineering, and all forms of craftsmanship. Your abilities to write and teach may lean toward the more technical and detailed. In the arts, music will likely be your choice. Artistic talents may also appear in such fields as horiculture and floral arrangement, as well. Many skilled physicians and especially surgeons have the 4 Expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive attitudes of the 4 Expression yield responsibility; you are one who no doubt, fulfills obligations, and is highly systematic and orderly. You are serious and sincere, honest and faithful. It is your role to help and you are required to do a good job at everything you undertake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is too much 4 energies present in your makeup, you may express some of the negative attitudes of the number 4. The obligations that you face may tend to create frustration and feelings of limitation or restriction. You may sometimes find yourself nursing negative attitudes in this regard and these can keep you in a rather low mood. Avoid becoming too rigid, stubborn, dogmatic, and fixed in your opinions. You may have a tendency to develop and hold very strong likes and dislikes, and some of these may border on the classification of prejudice. The negative side of 4 often produces dominant and bossy individuals who use disciplinarian to an excess. These tendencies must be avoided. Finally, like nearly all with 4 Expression, you must keep your eye on the big picture and not get overly wrapped up in detail and routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Urge number is: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Soul Urge number of 9 means: &lt;br /&gt;With a 9 Soul Urge, you want to give to others, usually in a humanitarian or philanthropic manner. You are highly motivated to give friendship, affection and love. And you are generous in giving of your knowledge and experience. You have very sharing urges, and you are likely to have a great deal to share. Your concern for others makes you a very sympathetic and generous person with a sensitive and compassionate nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to view life in very broad and intuitive terms. You often express high ideals and an inspirational approach to life. If you are able to fully realize the potential of your motivation, you will be a very self-sacrificing person who is able to give freely without being concerned about any return or reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all human beings, you are prone to sometimes express the negative attitudes inherent to your Soul Urges. You may become too sensitive and tend to express emotions strongly at times. There can be significant conflict between higher aims and personal ambitions. You may resent the idea of giving all of the time and, in fact, if there is too much 9 energy in your nature you may reject the idea. You may often be disappointed in the lack of perfection in yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Inner Dream number is: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Inner Dream number of 4 means: &lt;br /&gt;You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113276289944489483?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113276289944489483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113276289944489483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113276289944489483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113276289944489483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113276251082552470</id><published>2005-11-23T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:15:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGosh!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, Long time no blog. What to do? I was very busy, and still is. Projects are all due end of the month. Vet hetic schedule I must say. Presentations went okay? However, screwed up many tests. Drew wrong diagrams for econ, missed my history quiz due to today's lateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I &lt;em&gt;ponged&lt;/em&gt; lesson on Tuesday cause of the rain. Heavy, lazy to walk through without getting drenched. Went back in the afternoon though for history project discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guano called me several times during his work today. Why? To &lt;em&gt;ji siao&lt;/em&gt; me. He got nothing else better to do but to torture me. Dreading tomorrow. Have a feeling I will fail my previous Microeconomic test. I screwed up, I drew 3 friggin' wrong diagrams for 3 essay questions. The last question, I forgot to explain. Deadmeat. Guess I be the only failure? Pray hard, but kick my own ass. I got to study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Microeconomics project deadline. Rushed through the citations. I hate citing, MLA or Harvard Referencing. Yeah yeah, it give ccredits, but it is so confusing, difficult and irritating. What to do? Will get marked down 1 grade for badly done citings. &lt;em&gt;Haiix&lt;/em&gt;, got Microeconomics homework to do too. Tomorrow is revision. Kicked out of class for wrong or absurb answers. Have to go prepare, in case she decides to spot-check mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tskks, I'm like... so dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113276251082552470?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113276251082552470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113276251082552470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113276251082552470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113276251082552470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/omgosh.html' title='OMGosh!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113214993216638021</id><published>2005-11-16T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:05:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolate me.</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate? Promise-breakers. Say one thing, do the other thing. Friggin bastards. Don't ever approach me, EVER. Leave me alone. I don't ever need your empty promises. I don't want your crap, I don't want your bullshits. I don't need anything from you. Leave me to be. All I had from you were promises on top of even more promises. I am not having a collection of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me when you're in need of something. Gave me all the promises which you did not keep. Throw the promises aside to lick up to some person ass. Why do I even bother helping you in the first place. Friggin bastard with a friggin pathetic life. Leave me to fend for myself with just a wave of your hand. That set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want to help you anymore. You bastards can go find another weakling to fawn and beg. I turn my back against all, I don't want another promise or whatsoever. Help yourselves, save your own souls. Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113214993216638021?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113214993216638021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113214993216638021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113214993216638021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113214993216638021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/isolate-me.html' title='Isolate me.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113207462648194364</id><published>2005-11-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:10:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>I want to study. I have an urge to study for my Finite Maths. However, each time I open up the book, I have total blankness spelt out for me on my face. The next thing I know, I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my grades are on the rise except for Finite Maths. Micro-Economics went from border line pass to a high flying 30. Interpersonal Communication has always been in the passing grade. History, always been my like, thus would try to score for it and been doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it is not the same for Finite Maths. What the lecturer says seems to be getting less and less clear. Like for today, he totally screwed the probability concept implanted in my head. It was easier in Secondary school. However, despite the same concept, when it passes through his mouth, it becomes total alien language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why, I wonder shit. Somehow, I am starting to hate Maths again. Calculus passing grade pulled me out of the hatred pool but now, Finite Maths is drowning me in the hatred pool yet again. Save me, pull me out of it. Somebody, anybody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113207462648194364?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113207462648194364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113207462648194364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113207462648194364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113207462648194364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113188506951244569</id><published>2005-11-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:31:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oohlala</title><content type='html'>People people, go do a yahoo search on "zhardy" and see what results did it churn out. Amazing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113188506951244569?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113188506951244569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113188506951244569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113188506951244569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113188506951244569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/oohlala.html' title='Oohlala'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113176800107645371</id><published>2005-11-12T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:34:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out with Darlings.</title><content type='html'>Amusing day out with my bunch of darlings. &lt;em&gt;Coolio&lt;/em&gt;. Guano darling, Qi darling, Boon darling and I were out last night to sort of have an early celebration for Guano darling's birthday - which is today. Enjoyable I must say. Melty darling was missing in action though. Tired girl, too tired to even come to see us. Only time we shall let her off the hook, no more next time. Heard that Melty darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi and I went shopping, got for Guano a tee. Haha, his shitty colour of brown. &lt;em&gt;Tsks&lt;/em&gt;, wear it &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;, don't just dump it in the wardrobe and forget about it. Walked around randomly, talked about all the rubbish until guan came - with chocolate on the front of his tee. Claimed he got it as he ate chocolate ice-cream and it dripped dripped dripped. There, this is why we got picked the correct colour for his tee -brown. Silly boy drove us up the wall with all his craps and bullshit. Haha. I can say once again, he is full of rubbish. Rubbish boy with rubbish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us went crazy until our darling Boon came! Yesh yesh, our favourite dude/dudette! Went to meet up with her. Amusing as usual - not a bit of humour was missing. Wanted to proceed to Cafe Cartel but oh-so-sad, long queeue. Never mind, proceed to Jack's Place. Hohoho, amazing shit starts to pop out over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered my medium-rare steak - Jack's something something steak. Juciyyyyy, with the black mushroom sauce, &lt;em&gt;oohlala&lt;/em&gt;.  Boon got her Black pepper ribeye,Qi got her chicken and crayfish while guan ordered the same dish as me, except that his steak is medium. Started crapping like nobody's business while Guano was up to mischief - kicked Qi under the table. Like what the hell??! Haha. He ordered Escargots (Spelling?) - snails. Yucky boy with a fetish for yucky stuff. Wait wait, let me rephrase that - Rubbish boy with a fetish for rubbish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food came soon after, tucked in - &lt;em&gt;Yum Yum&lt;/em&gt;. Guan eats slow for a guy I must say. His steak was still untouched even though Qi, Boon and I were halfway into the food. &lt;em&gt;Tsks&lt;/em&gt;. Towards the end, he decides to speed up the rate of eating in order not to be the last to finish, he performed a amazing stunt. Highly dangerous, not to be attempted by children or even adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan friggin stuffed a potato that was thick and huge into his mouth. It was hilarious I must say. All of us were looking at him with a "Oh my Gosh, what he just did left me stunned" face. The potato was huge beyond words can describe. Huge, and when i say huge, it is gigantic. In a mouth in 1 shot. Highly dangerous! Gosh, he was doing the same thing to the steak before that, but we controlled our laughters. However, when he decided to torture the potato, we could control no more. I pitied the food on his plate. They were made to die horridly yet again even though they were already dead. Rubbish boy with all the rubbish actions. We were laughing our heads off - non-stop. We disturbed him about it the whole journey home, together with his chocolate drip incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to bus home. Haha, even on the bus, it was only us making a racket. Disturbed the birthday boy even more. Haha, amusing stuff Boon said on the bus. Too bad, I was the first to alight the bus, missed out on alot more craps. &lt;em&gt;Aww&lt;/em&gt;, pity pity. Realised I left my duckie keychains with Qi. Haha, luckily I have no use for the house key most of the time. She can keep it till next time then. Went home, feeling blushed but happy. Went online where only Guano was online. Funny stuff he said. Calling himself Prince and such. He got to be the person with the thickest skin and least shame I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shall end off with - Happy Birthday Guano Darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113176800107645371?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113176800107645371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113176800107645371' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113176800107645371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113176800107645371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-out-with-darlings.html' title='Night out with Darlings.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113143378129753786</id><published>2005-11-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:09:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly me.</title><content type='html'>Got my song and another new song. Happy girl now. Anyways, I went to &lt;em&gt;chop&lt;/em&gt; this &lt;a href="http://zhardy.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for myself. Now no one can own that link except me. Good Good. Thinking of using it next week. What do you guys think? Yes, 3rd time I've changed link but I love changing URL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113143378129753786?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113143378129753786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113143378129753786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113143378129753786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113143378129753786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/silly-me.html' title='Silly me.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113140896327248987</id><published>2005-11-08T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:16:03.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoyoyo</title><content type='html'>Morning, late for class, but heck - it's finite maths lesson. Take my own sweet net, wake up late, eat slowly, walk slowly. Considered skipping lesson but we're getting back our results and I want to see how disasterous my marks can get to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113140896327248987?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113140896327248987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113140896327248987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113140896327248987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113140896327248987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/yoyoyo.html' title='Yoyoyo'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113138514887218462</id><published>2005-11-08T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:06:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>I got this song stuck in my head for the past 4 days already. However, I do not know the title, thus no mp3. =(( Assistance required =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113138514887218462?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113138514887218462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113138514887218462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113138514887218462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113138514887218462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113129966394744290</id><published>2005-11-07T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:22:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid.</title><content type='html'>Kevin is blurer than zhardy. Kevin is lazier than zhardy. Kevin is stoopider than zhardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113129966394744290?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113129966394744290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113129966394744290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113129966394744290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113129966394744290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/stoopid.html' title='Stoopid.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113110882957054604</id><published>2005-11-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:53:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guano</title><content type='html'>Tsks, Guano darling is full of rubbish - spamming my comment box. Glad i did not put up a tagboard. Rubbish boy with rubbish actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113110882957054604?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113110882957054604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113110882957054604' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113110882957054604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113110882957054604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/guano.html' title='Guano'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113104817787371127</id><published>2005-11-04T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:04:30.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>It's raining. It's my Finite Maths mid term exam tomorrow and I haven't studied for it yet. Bad sign? I hope not. Here comes lightning and thunder. Save my soul. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113104817787371127?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113104817787371127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113104817787371127' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113104817787371127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113104817787371127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113085984025803743</id><published>2005-11-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:44:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when...</title><content type='html'>It irks me when people hit my head. I feel like smacking them with a long and hard recorder. How's that for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113085984025803743?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113085984025803743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113085984025803743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113085984025803743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113085984025803743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I hate it when...'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113067455178544146</id><published>2005-10-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:15:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>Boring school life. Boring everything. I wish it was holiday now. I cannot wait for 22nd of December, but then again, I wish that day would not arrive so soon. I hate end of semester exams. How I wish there was no exams. I wish, I wish, I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113067455178544146?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113067455178544146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113067455178544146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113067455178544146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113067455178544146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113057754821323723</id><published>2005-10-29T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:19:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, where's my shoe?!</title><content type='html'>I got to state for a fact first. I am not PMS-ing. I am just having a streak of bad luck I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost a pair of the prettiest sneakers out of my whole collection. I should change that phrasing - It was stolen. Not from my house, from my uncle's house. I wore that sneakers for like, less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with shoes, see baby, played with baby, time to go home - "DUDE! WHERES MY SHOE??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought it out abroad, now think Jack Purcell do not have it already. There it goes, lost forever. I really loved it. It was so pretty, with all the orangy, pinkey, reddish, threading sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen I lost my Addidas jacket in school, I did not even feel such pain. Sigh, such a heart-wrenching loss. Let me to moarn for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, the person who steals not only my shoe, but the estate's shoe and even clothings, ought to be shot. May him get some foot or bodily disease from wearing all the stolen shoe. However, if he was to sell the stolen goods to people wo are ignorant of it, they shall be spared from the curse but I hope they would find out about the origin and sue or report him. However, if those who know how he obtained the shoe but do not report him or even buy the shoe and other related articles from him, they would not be spared from the curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113057754821323723?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113057754821323723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113057754821323723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113057754821323723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113057754821323723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/dude-wheres-my-shoe.html' title='Dude, where&apos;s my shoe?!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113048168127577008</id><published>2005-10-28T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:45:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, Ew.</title><content type='html'>The following people should be banned from taking bus, or actually, banned from taking ANY form of public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People who do not know the existence of Tissue.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who do not understand what does Hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;3) People who do not practice Personal Hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are gross and disgusting and should not even exist on earth. They should be banished to the ends of the universe. If that is not possible, then maybe dump such people in a island where they can do whatever they want there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing such incidents since god knows when but has always kept mum about it. However, after witnessing two incidents during both my day and afternoon bus trips, I can control no more. However, the morning incident is not as gross as the second one. Thus, let us all focus our attention on Case profile #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Profile #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End school, nice lesson, go home. Everyone is going town but not me. =( I've got appointments. Thus, hopped on to bus number 28. Everything went well, slept 1/4 of the journey, all the way until the fateful bus stop - Paya Lebar. This old man came onboard. Regular, usually see him every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His a little &lt;em&gt;kuku&lt;/em&gt;. Sings out loud and starts clapping suddenly, talkint o himself and staring at people as if they were specimens. I can ignore all those. Ploped down beside me. I am so glad that he changed seats just after 1 stop as this woman just vacanted the seat and thus he went to sit by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard sniffing and ignored. I could ignore no further when, the blowing of nose came. I've seen him picked his nose on frequent occassions and just threw/rubbed/cleaned/cleared/flicked it at the board of the chair in the front. I swore I wound avoid those seats in the future. This time was total gross and disgust. He wiped it not only at the board of the chair in the front, but also at the sides of the bus and yes, the seat of the chair in the front. I knew it would be diasterous when I turned my head, but I was glad I did. I would avoid the seats around there the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I looked away with disgust, I was wondering what could happened if he did not swope seats. Would he wipe it on the the seat I was sitting? I could not bear to think further. I decided to focus my attention of how am I suppose to start this entry. I set my mind to blog once I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are total &lt;em&gt;yuck&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;eww&lt;/em&gt;. These people, with all the gross stuff on thir fingers that I cannot even dare to imagine, would then proceed to touch every single thing on the bus - the poles, the chair handles, the bell, etc. Have they just returned from Mars or something? They should have heard of a great invention called the, &lt;em&gt;ta-da&lt;/em&gt;, "Tissue"! If they do not have one, go get/beg for/buy one from someone. However, they should not, should &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; not wipe it anywhere on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to imagine the person sitting on the bus seat that was smeared with the mucus - yes, I did spot mucus on the fingers. I have to change my train of thoughts. I have to focus about anything but that. Even thinking about sex - equally gross but is at least, better than that. At least sex is a form of exercise or art - whatever you want to call it, but that? It is more of a form of gross and disgusting movement and process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban such people. Support the movement. Sign my petition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113048168127577008?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048168127577008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113048168127577008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113048168127577008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113048168127577008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-ew.html' title='Like, Ew.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113040830035229662</id><published>2005-10-27T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:32:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I got kicked out of Finite Maths lesson. Happened on the 22nd of October 2005. See, I got the date etched in my head. The process was so unfair that I lodged a complaint against the lecturer on the mid-term evaluation. It was the mid-term evalution that reminded me that I simply had to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was A, B and me involved. Initially A and me were sitting in the front row. Notice it is the front row. I usually sit at the back row, and when I mean back, it is really BACK. Since it was maths, front row was essential. Lesson on Venn Diagram, new topic. (I was glad I learnt a little from my ex-tuition teacher. She taught me cause she thought it was required for 'O' levels. However, it did not come in use.) Anyways, C couldn't understand the lesson, thus we got her to sit with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A explain, explain and explained to C, until she could understand. As for me, I was turning the pages to look thru the next lecture he could touch on. Spotting something, I turned to A and C and told them - "Hey, this is where the ! mark on calculator comes in." The next thing we knew, "Can you 3 girls please get out??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the fuck??! Get out for discussing maths? I remember very clearly he said before - "All of you can discuss about maths if you do not want to listen to me. Do anything but talk about other stuff regarding maths." Like fuck, he do not practice what he preeches. We were whispering somemore I tell you. We asked everyone and they said they did not even hear us, so were kind of shocked we got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We went shopping instead - enjoyed our time shopping. Returned during break and just marched into class, grabbed our bags and slammed the door in his face. His loss anyways, throwing out students who are actually listening to him. For once I actually listened in class, and for the only time I was listening in class, I got thrown out. Shit face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude from my class even got the cheek to suggest apologizing to the lecturer. Fuck, why should I? Whyt should I bow my head and admit to something which I did not even commit? Why not you go lick his ass all you want. I don't give a heck about apologizing. Why should I lower and bring down my pride just to listen to him preech. Kick out, then kick &lt;em&gt;larhs&lt;/em&gt;. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on his luck, for on the 26th October 2005, it was mid-term evalution. Every teacher except him got the 5's and 6's. For him, besides the 2's and 3's, he got extra ingredient - a long page of complaint. Have to write beyond the given space. Tsks, good luck to him. If he loses his source of income, blame no one but himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113040830035229662?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113040830035229662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113040830035229662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113040830035229662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113040830035229662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/get-out.html' title='Get out.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-113034028889574831</id><published>2005-10-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:24:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, Finally.</title><content type='html'>Links page put up. Lost quite a number of links but I shall just link those whom I remember. Shall update the next time I feel like doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113034028889574831?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113034028889574831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113034028889574831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113034028889574831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113034028889574831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates-finally.html' title='Updates, Finally.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113026254804790052</id><published>2005-10-26T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:49:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep and what is more fantastic is that, I have this sudden urge to blog somemore. The thing about blogging is that not only is it a great way to de-stress, spend time etc through wrods, it is addictive. I need to undergo cold turkey. No blogging for one day. I should sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I shall post up a picture of our guano darling made perfect by &lt;a href="http://pinktrashcan.blogspot.com"&gt;boon&lt;/a&gt;. Tsks tsks, a perfect shot to blackmail someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113026254804790052?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113026254804790052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113026254804790052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113026254804790052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113026254804790052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/urge.html' title='Urge.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113025804705878697</id><published>2005-10-26T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:32:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm experiencing a temporary brain menory dysfunction.</title><content type='html'>I forgot what I was suppose to blog in this Part II. What is even ridiculious is, I have no inspiration on what to write in order to replace what I have forgotten to write. There was suppose to be a Part III somemore. See &lt;em&gt;larhs&lt;/em&gt;, now how? Nothing to blog, nothing to say. I really have no idea what to write. ZILCH. I find that word to be werid in capital. I wonder why? ZILCH vs ziLch. It looks prettier with it is in lower cases. zilh zich zilch, it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;zhardy is neither sadistic nor amusing. zhardy is "Insert own descriptive word".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113025804705878697?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113025804705878697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113025804705878697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113025804705878697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113025804705878697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-experiencing-temporary-brain-menory.html' title='I&apos;m experiencing a temporary brain menory dysfunction.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-113025723174911852</id><published>2005-10-26T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:42:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it weird.</title><content type='html'>Sadistic and Amusing. Two completely contradicting words that describes me. How weird can the world get (It is weird enough that our Guano darling here thinks boxes are cool and finds Power Rangers cute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have got two universal descriptions for me - a Sadistic Bitch and having a sense of humour (or a sense of amusement - that is, if there is such a phrase). I must say, I must have an alter-self or something. How can two such different characters even co-exist together. One finds pleasure in people's agony, while the other... entertains people with her funny &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;. Total wrongness I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of my sudden randomness of the above thoughts. Back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologize for the previous entry. I was lazy, I simply just copy and pasted what I have wrote and posted in a board. Tsk tsk, I know, lazy me but, it is so easy and convinent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have a walking advertisment. Our Guano darling here has been telling people that my blog entries are amusing. I don't get it. Why are my entries amusing? I did not plan them to be amusing. Tsks. Someone please explain it to me in layman terns (I'm dumb as you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the reason why I do not want a tagboard is because, I want to fully utilize the comments page. Okok, that was a bad lie. I am lazy. Happy? I am lazy to go get one. I hate to make sure that the tagboard is fully functionable after what stuffs had happenned in my previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog in another part. This is getting to be too sickening long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-113025723174911852?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113025723174911852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=113025723174911852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113025723174911852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/113025723174911852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-find-it-weird.html' title='I find it weird.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112979255040735544</id><published>2005-10-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:15:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the zhardy VICTORY dance =)</title><content type='html'>According to the fist to the last letters (Also the sequence I rippppped the letters open.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 letters in total, the 1st was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus= B-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I went crazy at this part. I WHOOO-ed even before I bothered to look at the back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd letter was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art= B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It just keeps getting better and better at the back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd letter was&lt;br /&gt;English (Composition Writing) = A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMGGGGGGGGGGG! I'm in total shock. But I was happy I scored in this. If I were to get a grade worst than Calculus, I was gonna question the marking system.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the 4th letter was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Application and System = A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Happpppppppy =) Started jumping in joy after looking at the last alphabet. Lalalala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Some good news eh? Haha, Guannnnnn darling (I know you're reading this), add oil for next year. Remember my deal with you eh? I'll honour it, I never lie =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112979255040735544?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112979255040735544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112979255040735544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112979255040735544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112979255040735544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-zhardy-victory-dance.html' title='Do the zhardy VICTORY dance =)'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112974116968492839</id><published>2005-10-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:18:09.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Girl =(</title><content type='html'>I am sick. Must be because of yesterday's walk in the rain at my place to the air-conditioned taxi. Tsk, and the person who I was meeting made me wait in the sun. That all accounts for my flu. Throat is little sore, hope I would not get sore throat or else I would be suffering for the weekend. I hate sore throat. Blocked nose, still survivable but irritating. Poor me. Tsk tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112974116968492839?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112974116968492839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112974116968492839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112974116968492839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112974116968492839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/sick-girl.html' title='Sick Girl =('/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112962851339386224</id><published>2005-10-18T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:44:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy but Broke =(</title><content type='html'>Spent all the money I was saving like no one's business in just 1 day. Now, I'm back to square 1. Darn, I spent it all on CDs, but heck, I'm happy. Who cares, at least I don't - just the fact that I am broke yet again. Congratulations to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's zhardy's rich girl lifestyle and she got to get ot of it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112962851339386224?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112962851339386224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112962851339386224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112962851339386224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112962851339386224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-but-broke.html' title='Happy but Broke =('/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112929654963522237</id><published>2005-10-14T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:29:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elated.</title><content type='html'>I understood Finite Maths lesson today. Happy happy me. The only problem was the Gauss-Jordan method. Sickening, irritating, stupid method. So difficult to apprehend. Tsk tsk, I have to practice more. But when? Haha, I really have no idea. I have done no revision since term started. Baddd girl. I will soon, not now, when tests and exams are approaching... For now, more gaming ang televisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112929654963522237?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112929654963522237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112929654963522237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112929654963522237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112929654963522237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/elated.html' title='Elated.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112921907351391077</id><published>2005-10-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:57:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green!</title><content type='html'>Just changed skin. Love this. Simple but nice. Happy me now =))).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112921907351391077?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112921907351391077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112921907351391077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112921907351391077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112921907351391077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/green.html' title='Green!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112921076442143263</id><published>2005-10-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:43:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious and Amusing.</title><content type='html'>Went to meet my darling guan today to treat him as his birthday present. Sickening boy demands a $50 lunch voucher with additional present. Even worst, he turned up extemely late and he had the intention of pushing the appointment even back. Tsk Tsk. However, I must say, he only spent $12.90. Aww, so touched. I wonder if I should cry or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the highlight of the day was prank calling to Gradius. Lol, was hilarious. Actually, wasn't me who called, Guan was the one. However, I was the one who randomly mentioned it, just joking around, but Guan actually went ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradius: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Guan: *Listens and immediately thows the phone to me* HAHAHAHA! (In the background)&lt;br /&gt;Me to Guan: *Pushing the phone back to him* Don't pass to me! You wanted to listen to his voice. You take, if you pass to me, I'll cancel the $50 lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Guan: *Hangs up the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradius: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Guan: *Throws the phone to me and hangs up immediately again when I passed it back to him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Call:&lt;br /&gt;*Guan calls yet again and throws the phone to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err, not I call you &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, Guan called you 'cause he &lt;em&gt;missed&lt;/em&gt; your voice and wants to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;*Thrusts phone to Guan*&lt;br /&gt;Gradius: Ehh, enjoy your lunch &lt;em&gt;lars&lt;/em&gt;. Don't call and call me. Disturb me only.&lt;br /&gt;Guan: (In the background again) HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*Hangs Up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, Gradius later sms-ed me, teling me he knew it was Guan 'cause I would never call him, only sms him. Was hilarious I tell you. Guan is seriously missing a screw in his head (He mentioned once his head do not require any screws).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just want to say, Toa Payoh is really a bad place to eat. The waitress in Swendsen seems to be chasing us out. She kept asing us if we wanted our desserts now? I said later. Before long, she came again and asked. Darn, I couldn't stand it. I said okay. However, Guan have not finished his fish and chips, but she seemed so &lt;em&gt;eager&lt;/em&gt; to clear it. I didn't want to stay any longer and told him to let her clear it and we leave here asap. Before Guan finished his dessert, she came and asked if we wanted to settle the bill. Tsk Tsk, what service attitude is this? Reminds me of the Pizza Hut's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to talk more, is pissed by that. Back to Guan and his random nonsense. His amusing you know? I can't tell you all that he said but he is a friggin' walking joke book. Gave him a set of the show, "Full House". Even before I can get home, he calls me up and asks me which episode he have to start from. Tsk, woke my up from my bus slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, his watcing it since non-stop. Can bet that boy is enjoying every bit of it. He ignores me for it.. How can he choose the show over me? Baddd. I have to stop my ramblings, gotta end now or else this will go on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112921076442143263?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112921076442143263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112921076442143263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112921076442143263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112921076442143263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/hilarious-and-amusing.html' title='Hilarious and Amusing.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112911115969133865</id><published>2005-10-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:59:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter-ego</title><content type='html'>I shall be known as zhardy. zhardy's rich girl lifestyle - I'm livin'it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112911115969133865?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112911115969133865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112911115969133865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112911115969133865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112911115969133865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/alter-ego.html' title='Alter-ego'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112846966966738284</id><published>2005-10-05T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T07:47:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>1) Been blogging less and less, never studied for my quizes yet, been gaiming too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ministry of Sound - Dance Nation is cool. Go get the CD okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Is running late for school but who cares. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My frist dining experience in Toa Payoh's Pizza Hut pretty much stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really should go but I don't feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have a Finite Mathamatics quiz on Friday. I can predict my result. Lousy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My wardrobe is boring. I wish I can have a total makeover of it. I am still fussing over what to wear while typing this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My friend spoilt my discman. No sorry from him either. How annoying. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I have no handphone, no mp3 player, no discman. How bad could this get. I'm borrowing my brother's handphone currently. Thank god, he have a spare one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'll broke. I need to work but I am afraid of my results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112846966966738284?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112846966966738284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112846966966738284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112846966966738284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112846966966738284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112834795357889136</id><published>2005-10-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:59:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLOLMAO</title><content type='html'>Game game game. No studies. What a student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112834795357889136?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112834795357889136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112834795357889136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112834795357889136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112834795357889136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/10/roflolmao.html' title='ROFLOLMAO'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112806307647808983</id><published>2005-09-30T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:51:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Girl =))))</title><content type='html'>Carmen is a Happy Girl today, although she skipped lunch and her class' football match. The reason being that she has finally bought Ministry of Sound: Dance Nation CD Compilation. Blasting. Cool. Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112806307647808983?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112806307647808983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112806307647808983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112806307647808983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112806307647808983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-girl.html' title='Happy Girl =))))'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112798224851953964</id><published>2005-09-29T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:24:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucks.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really find couples disgusting. Okay, I have to clarify something. I am not jealous of them, but I am disgusted by those who display their affection publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, hello, I know both of you are together. Yes, hold hands, it is fine. However, touching at werid spots, gross. Example - On my way to school, saw this couple at Toa Payoh Interchange. Well, the girl had her hand up/in her partner's shirt. What she was doing, I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know if I say, "get a room", it might sound werid. So I'll say, "do it behind closed doors, at your own privacy". We know you love each other very much, but leave all these love-touches to your ownselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112798224851953964?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112798224851953964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112798224851953964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112798224851953964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112798224851953964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/yucks.html' title='Yucks.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112766865719535476</id><published>2005-09-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:17:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kills.</title><content type='html'>Gossips kills. Its deadly. It hurts people. If I have one wish, it would to rid the world of gossips. Gossips, cuts into one's heart deeply. Yes, it might be fun to gossip but it hurts people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, ignorance is bliss. Do not expose yourself to the gossips, especially if it concerns you. It'll hurt yourself even more. Leave it to bur out, just like a forest fire. Deadly but it'll die out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep a distance from gossip mongers. Why? I hate it, that's the reason why I am blogging about it. Its all 'bout karma. WHat goes around comes around. If you do not want to experience the pain that gossips would inflict onto you, do not gossip about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip - might seem entertaining to you, but it is actually hurtful to the subject in concern. He/she might just laugh it out, but in their heart, it is all the feelings and anger that words cannot describe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112766865719535476?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112766865719535476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112766865719535476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112766865719535476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112766865719535476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/kills.html' title='Kills.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112758244855592373</id><published>2005-09-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:07:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow...</title><content type='html'>I think I am jinxed. Not as a whole but just for electronic gadgets. As many would have noticed or know, I buy new gadgets and before long, you would hear me announce that it is spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take for example my handphones. When i got my first phone, I lost it within 2 months. Next phone, less than 4 months. Another phone, 6 months limit. Okay, Dad got fed up - banned me from using handphones for half a year. Finally, i got a new phone, decided to trade it in after 3 months later for my Sony Ericsson phone. The ending, I drowned it just 1 month short of turning 1 years old. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, mp3 player. Fist one I got, 6 months of handling before the screen blanked out and finally 2 months before the whole thing knocked out. Bought a MD player next, lasted for 1 year and I lent it to a friend and he lost it within DAYS - 3 days to be exact. Well, just my luck, a ZEN player for my announcement of result. Well well well, I destroyed it with my own bare hands in 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest, I lent my sister's ZEN player and for 3 days it was okay. She used it for 2 days before it went bonkers. No phone, currently loaning my brother's phone. Hope nothing goes wrong. My only precious gadget, laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that tell you? I have to pray hard for my only suviving electronic stuff now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112758244855592373?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112758244855592373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112758244855592373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112758244855592373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112758244855592373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/somehow.html' title='Somehow...'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112746613317565198</id><published>2005-09-23T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:05:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I got hooked onto juices. I drink 1 carton in a day. 1 carton is 1 Litre. Sinful. However, I do know it is bad. All the glucose. But temptation! I need to go cold turkey, but not now. Later, maybe... For now, the new Fruit Tree Fresh's Soursop with nata de coco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112746613317565198?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112746613317565198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112746613317565198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112746613317565198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112746613317565198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/juice.html' title='Juice.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112689870708817192</id><published>2005-09-17T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T03:25:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when...</title><content type='html'>Stop telling me my songs are stupid. My parents do not question my music, so you have no authority to do it. Sure, you love slow and sentimental hits. NOT ME. Leave my music alone. They are innocent. You say mine are stupid. I think that that your kind of music is crap. Do not tell me to listen to your music to relex. I flare up when I listen to them, I fall asleep when I listen to them, I puke when I listen to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow music, ain't in my cirle. I like loud music. Do you know the difference? You like lovey-dovey songs. I like rock songs. You like people who sings oh-so-soft. I like people who scream into their mic. - Me and you, total different taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying, my loud music gives you the headache. Yeah, so what? I did not force you into listening. You were the one who wanted to know what songs I listen to. I let you in, you hate it, I left you alone. From then on, I blasted the music into my OWN ears, not yours. So leave me and my music alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refused. You tell me repeated words when I rocked out to my music. You keep telling me to listen to your kind of music, my music is loud, brings you headache, blah blah blah, etc. Well, I DON'T CARE but your CONSTANT nagging is IRRITATING YOURS TRUELY. Seriously, let this poor girl off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you love that kind of music, then go spead your love for those music to those who are in your same league. Don't know anyone, well, go to my brother. Stop coming to me and get me to listem to them. I will hate you. Do not make me hate you. I do not want you to be the first person I hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112689870708817192?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112689870708817192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112689870708817192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112689870708817192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112689870708817192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I hate it when...'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112689800323565234</id><published>2005-09-17T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T03:13:23.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Day Poetry Writers.</title><content type='html'>Songwriters. Well, I think they are present day poetry writers. I admire them, I respect them, I wish to be them. I want to jot down lyrics that could be pieced together to form a song. I want to compose a rock song. I want to sing my own rock song. I want to be rocking out on stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112689800323565234?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112689800323565234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112689800323565234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112689800323565234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112689800323565234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/present-day-poetry-writers.html' title='Present Day Poetry Writers.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112689758801966239</id><published>2005-09-17T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T03:06:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why?</title><content type='html'>I want to succeed in the shortest possible time or way. I always look for shortcuts. When people does it the long way, I would grumble but follow suit just to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always make rash decision. I usually never consider the outcome when i decide on something. However, when I do, it usually turns out wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something goes wrong, my first insinct would be to run. However, my conscience always hold me back. I would stay and clear up the mess I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being accused. I do not want to be the one to carry all the burden. However, when it comes to claiming the credit, I would be the last to be recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually take me for granted. They come to me for favours but throw me aside when they like it. I would love to leave them in the lurch but yet again, my conscience pricks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a follower. I can never stand being the follower. I prefer to rise to the occassion. I tried to give chances to people, but usually, they screw everything up and I have to be the one to clear the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why? Someone please tell me why does things turn out this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112689758801966239?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112689758801966239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112689758801966239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112689758801966239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112689758801966239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why?'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112672926157347744</id><published>2005-09-15T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T04:21:01.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradicting.</title><content type='html'>I love to blog. However, I feel so lazy that I always put off blogging. Recently, I decided that lazing around is the best way to enjoy my holidays. Apprently, I love it. The bad thing is, I am lazying around too much that I decided not to do anything. I just want to sit back, relex, shake leg. Someone, anyone - please get me going. I am starting school soon but I am unable to jolt back to reality that lazing is not going to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112672926157347744?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112672926157347744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112672926157347744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112672926157347744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112672926157347744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/contradicting.html' title='Contradicting.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112646378451736083</id><published>2005-09-12T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:36:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time.</title><content type='html'>So much to do, but so little time. Yeah, you guys have heard similar things. I know asking for more time is akin to flying to the sun. I hate to say this but, "WHY CHEAT US OF OUR 1 WEEK HOLIDAY??!" Well, 4 weeks of holiday to spread within a span of 1 whole year isn't enough. Yah, I am going to have complaints and more complaints. Let me wallow in my sorry state for a few minutes. Leave me to be. I'll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112646378451736083?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112646378451736083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112646378451736083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112646378451736083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112646378451736083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-little-time.html' title='So little time.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112569060879615336</id><published>2005-09-03T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T03:50:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation.</title><content type='html'>I have a digital camera. I do not use it. Actually, I have not used it except for project. I shall use it. I will not waste money. Buy things and leaving it to rot. I shall take photos. Take take take. But not photos of me. I hate taking photo. I hate the flashing light. I know I can turn off flash. But the effects would be dull. I can't have the best of both worlds. Therefore, I stepped back. I shall take photos of everything. Take take take. Take more more more. I am being an idiot now. Takes even more photo. I shall take photo of everything that is dear to me. I shall upload them next time. Take take take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pixel Perfect. Capture the moment.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112569060879615336?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112569060879615336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112569060879615336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112569060879615336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112569060879615336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/realisation.html' title='Realisation.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112568925164947258</id><published>2005-09-03T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T03:27:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another one.</title><content type='html'>One by one, everyone left me. I face more deaths than anyone can count. People around me are leaving the world. Sometimes, I question myself. Why are death so painful? Many might say it is a part of life, I do not need then to rub it in. People die, leaving behind people who cares about them. It does nothing but pains their heart thinking about it. I do not need you to tell me that I have memories to cling on to. How can memories compare to flesh? Death, a very painful word. Leave me to wallow in my pool of depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112568925164947258?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112568925164947258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112568925164947258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112568925164947258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112568925164947258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-another-one.html' title='Yet another one.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112524827200964514</id><published>2005-08-29T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:28:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronic Music.</title><content type='html'>Hate some, love some. All the difference genre of these music so as to speak. Check it out okay? I strongly suggest those who have misconceptions on electronic music to explore that website. I spent, god knows how long, clicking on every single icon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a herf="http://www.di.fm/edmguide/edmguide.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One more thing, go crazy in that website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112524827200964514?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112524827200964514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112524827200964514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112524827200964514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112524827200964514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/electronic-music.html' title='Electronic Music.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112507635004248059</id><published>2005-08-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:12:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleashed</title><content type='html'>Full scale rage and furry, a wrong move. To put it simply, those two are a bad concoction - lethal. Watch your back. A bulleye is drawn on it, a open target. Fresh meat, fresh blood. A kill waiting to be taken down. Poised, hunter in position, drawing her knife back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112507635004248059?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112507635004248059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112507635004248059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112507635004248059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112507635004248059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/unleashed.html' title='Unleashed'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112507580456505512</id><published>2005-08-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:13:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred.</title><content type='html'>My hatred grows by leaps and bounds when it comes to the chorus of a song I am listening to now. Tread your ground carefully. That is my advice for you. You do not want to anger me more. Today was only the first step. More are at the back. The shows just keep getting better as I climb up the steps of paying you back our own coin. Congratulations. You have offically make me re-enter the league of bitching, backstabbing and hypocrisy - something which I have long retired from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112507580456505512?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112507580456505512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112507580456505512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112507580456505512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112507580456505512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/hatred.html' title='Hatred.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112498932023932617</id><published>2005-08-26T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:05:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites can rot in Hell.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Well, trying to be good but gossips once her back is turned isn't really intelligent. Somehow, all these would fall apart and what you've said would be uncovered. When people talk, subconsciously, they would let the cat out of the bag in a slip of the tongue. If you are not good at being an hypocrite, then leave the job to the expert. See me in action. I would make sure you'll pay double for what you've said. I swear. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112498932023932617?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112498932023932617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112498932023932617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112498932023932617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112498932023932617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/hypocrites-can-rot-in-hell.html' title='Hypocrites can rot in Hell.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112464807423916221</id><published>2005-08-22T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T02:20:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>When all that you've been doing is staying up late and watching re-runs of lame movies, it just means that you are bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all that you've been doing is listening to songs on repeats although they seem to be getting mouldy with each repeats, it just means that you are absolutely boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all that you've been doing is staring blankly into the computer screen wishing that you have at least something to do, it just means that you seriously have no life and need some form of excitement in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz up the night. Prowl the night. Sex up the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112464807423916221?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112464807423916221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112464807423916221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112464807423916221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112464807423916221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147131.post-112447769238627505</id><published>2005-08-20T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:54:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramdom Feelings #1</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder if I was a night creature in my previous life. I am more active in the night. I love the night, the stillness - the absence of the chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112447769238627505?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112447769238627505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112447769238627505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447769238627505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447769238627505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/ramdom-feelings-1.html' title='Ramdom Feelings #1'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112447698587193388</id><published>2005-08-20T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:43:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Topic #3</title><content type='html'>I was asked this time to describe, "Life". I said, well, I am a sadist, what do you think I percieve life as? To be specific, Life is something existential, but it exists for no reason. However, some believe that their life is meant to find out what is the reason and they spend their whole life, bent on fiding this enlightenment. Others believes that life exists for a reason, and it varies from people to people. WHat do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112447698587193388?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112447698587193388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112447698587193388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447698587193388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447698587193388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-topic-3.html' title='Random Topic #3'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112447667767403377</id><published>2005-08-20T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:37:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Topic #2</title><content type='html'>I was later asked again to describe what "Beautiful" means to me. I said, it is a disguise of "Ugliness". On a side note, if there was beauty, why is there such thing called, "Ugly". Won't it be beautiful if everything were to be beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112447667767403377?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112447667767403377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112447667767403377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447667767403377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447667767403377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-topic-2.html' title='Random Topic #2'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112447645463726686</id><published>2005-08-20T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:34:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Topic #1</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me what is "Love". I said, "Love is sabotage and destruction." Any supporters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112447645463726686?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112447645463726686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112447645463726686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447645463726686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112447645463726686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-topic-1.html' title='Random Topic #1'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112438926936730902</id><published>2005-08-19T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:25:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moron.</title><content type='html'>You do not piss off a person when she is already feeling fucked up. You are just courting trouble. Use some common sense. She is already exercising self-control and patience. You forced her show her temper. You did it by complaining non-stop and giving excuses when she spent 1 hour tell you to stop it and just get down and do the fucking stuff. Screw your brain. Use your common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112438926936730902?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112438926936730902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112438926936730902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112438926936730902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112438926936730902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/moron.html' title='Moron.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112378786402694001</id><published>2005-08-12T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:18:44.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot.</title><content type='html'>You know you are being an idiot when you stay up all night to do nothing. Well, I am being one now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112378786402694001?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112378786402694001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112378786402694001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112378786402694001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112378786402694001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/idiot.html' title='Idiot.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112356775009139616</id><published>2005-08-09T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:09:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish.</title><content type='html'>This pisses me off. Let's bring in characters into this post. There is A, the selfish fellow. B, a victim and also someone who is patient in trying to make A realise that is being very, very selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B were having a converstaion when B told A she was going to change group next term. She was considering asking A over with her too since A was a good friend and helped her alot. However, A was reluctant and told B not to create so much trouble by changing group and stick with the current group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B explained to A that she could not stick with the group now because this current group was simply slacking away throughtout the whole prject and she was the only one doing everything. A knows it too becuase A is in the same goup. A admits the group was this way and that he was also to be blame becuase he pnly played games while B was going so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B said, that is why she has to change group. It was too pressurizing to handle everything by herself. Every single detail and work was done by her. However, A started saying B was being very selfish, abandon the whole group next term. B stated that, then who helped her during the whole project. Everyone abandoned her to do everything herself. Did anyone mention about abandoning B to do everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stated that, it is true, but who knows, maybe the group will change after next term and B should stay on. B said, why should she stay on. What if she does and realise that it is still the same, nothing has changed, she is still doing everything herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A went on saying, B is being very selfish, being the bad guy, throwing the group alone after one month. B went on saying, why should she sacrifice her happiness, her health and time on such a dysfunctional group. Others go home to play, relax, unwind after a busy day. B, however goes home to do project, staying up until wee hours of the night, almost 4 am everyday to do the project. The rest of the group goes home without worries about the project while B goes home wondering how to improve the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone comes to school full of energy, with enough sleep to not fall asleep during class. B however, comes to school restless, unable to concentrate but forces herself to. Why should B stay on for such a group? The members go home knowing that they have something to hand up when the deadline approaches. B however, worries about the project being not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, who is being selfish? Why should B continue with such a group?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112356775009139616?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112356775009139616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112356775009139616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112356775009139616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112356775009139616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/selfish.html' title='Selfish.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112342931210492401</id><published>2005-08-08T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:41:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>The world is so pathetic. I am even wondering why are sperms struggling to fertilise an egg. Don't they know that the world is in enough chaos and contributing to the already massive and saddening population is being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of living in a world where once you are born, you are already being stamped with a, I'm a slave to the world for whole of my life." Imagine it, when you're born, you are already actually working for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence on earth at the the first moment is to let people oogle at you. Your job was to keep then happy so they have the drive to go to work and gossip about you. In simple words, you're just an entertainment. When you are older, you job was to go to school and get a good education. You slave away at school, with parents and everyone nagging beside your ear that a good eduction is required to get a good job and earn big bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're old enough to enter the workforce, you're at your highest peak of slaving. You work for the world. Generating income to support yourself is just an excuse. Think about it, you are working to earn money to pay for stuff that comes from nature free. Is that ridiculous? Paying to somebody who got the item for free. Moreover, who even create money. It is just a piece of paper which binds everyone down to being a slave, it is the drive for people to be the slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married is also slavery. The reason for marriage is for you to produce even more slaves to generate income for the pathetic world. The cycle is repeating itself. From birth, to childhood, to schooling days to worklife. Next, retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you retire, you think you are actually enjoying life. You're wrong. Your still a slave. Either you are actually at home, being a slave to your grandchildren or you are actually still a slave, donating all the money you have scrimped to save to the economy because of some old-age ailments. Some are still worse-off. Still working to support themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your dead, your still a slave until you finally nothing. When you die and is buried, you are actually fertilizer or is food for those bugs. If you are cremeted, you are actually just ashes to be held in a jar/. You acutally have to pay for death. Don't get it? When you die, you pay for undertakers serive and you have to pay for a land to be buried in, or a urn to be contained. Then, you have to pay for coffin. Later, you pay for rituals and then finally paid to be buried or cremeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? So tell me, what is life actually. I can summerize into one word, Slavery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112342931210492401?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112342931210492401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112342931210492401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112342931210492401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112342931210492401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112341184361404262</id><published>2005-08-08T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:47:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected.</title><content type='html'>Do you feel islolated? Do you feel alone? Are you always talking to the stillness of silence? Do you find youself walking alone? Are you always struggling to think of names when people ask who is your best friends or friends? Well, if you said yes, then congratulations, you're an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing for you to do now. Stop being anti-social. Start interacting. If you have tried but still fail, try changing yourself. Stop telling yourself that, IT IS MOST IMPORTANT TO BE MYSELF. It is crap. Try to adapt to the situation. Sticking to your grounds is ridiculous. See if you die, still say, be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have really tried those two and is still rejected, then too bad. Your fated to be one. Try again in your next life. My condolences go out to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112341184361404262?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112341184361404262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112341184361404262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112341184361404262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112341184361404262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/rejected.html' title='Rejected.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112331865882345049</id><published>2005-08-07T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:41:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramdom Feelings.</title><content type='html'>You know you've made a wrong choice when everything goes wrong. You know you've made an wrong decision when your held responsible for everything. You know you've done something wrong when you get blamed for it. You know you've committed a mistake when everyone is after you. It's time to think in depth, no more choosing the wrong path. No more letting history repeat itself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112331865882345049?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112331865882345049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112331865882345049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112331865882345049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112331865882345049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/ramdom-feelings.html' title='Ramdom Feelings.'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</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-15147131.post-112326621829481025</id><published>2005-08-06T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:24:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wazzup Homies??!</title><content type='html'>This is Miss Fancy legs in da House fer youuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147131-112326621829481025?l=fancylegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112326621829481025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15147131&amp;postID=112326621829481025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112326621829481025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15147131/posts/default/112326621829481025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancylegs.blogspot.com/2005/08/wazzup-homies.html' title='Wazzup Homies??!'/><author><name>Penitent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417796147298877053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
