<?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-7014342857553323916</id><updated>2011-08-12T02:59:50.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drive on the way to loverville and back</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-7526700795743588639</id><published>2011-05-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:22:24.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm just too tired chasing after you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7526700795743588639?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7526700795743588639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7526700795743588639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7526700795743588639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7526700795743588639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-im-just-too-tired-chasing-after-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-2012516010152185795</id><published>2011-05-09T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T02:55:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the insane hot weather is giving me a very insane headache. I have no idea why this is happening to me and i blame it on old age. sad to say im nearly quarter of a century old and still living life like a piece of plank drifting in the open sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2012516010152185795?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2012516010152185795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2012516010152185795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2012516010152185795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2012516010152185795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2011/05/insane-hot-weather-is-giving-me-very.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-123806216803535423</id><published>2010-11-13T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:06:53.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/T4BLXJSEOHA/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4BLXJSEOHA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4BLXJSEOHA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very fucking apt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-123806216803535423?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/123806216803535423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=123806216803535423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/123806216803535423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/123806216803535423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_13.html' title='-'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4959174787151857313</id><published>2010-11-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:57:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I regret the first fight and everything goes tumbling down right after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4959174787151857313?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4959174787151857313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4959174787151857313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4959174787151857313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4959174787151857313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-regret-first-fight-and-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4565303215226982891</id><published>2010-09-01T22:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:38:06.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September oh september</title><content type='html'>I'm down with fever again, yes again! My throat isn't giving me a very good time either. I swear I'll marry the person who has the ability to make me feel better. And I've got the most terrible craving, Reese peanut butter cups. Tumblr is the new evil, the pictures ain't helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="quote_text"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="long"&gt;You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – your aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;— Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4565303215226982891?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4565303215226982891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4565303215226982891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4565303215226982891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4565303215226982891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-oh-september.html' title='September oh september'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-2340210453190017656</id><published>2010-09-01T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:24:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/TH5En6Kk9HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hGJrrAjsjJE/s1600/tumblr_l81yixhK8u1qc7q0so1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/TH5En6Kk9HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hGJrrAjsjJE/s400/tumblr_l81yixhK8u1qc7q0so1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Point 8 is so not true because whatever that comes in the mail is my cc bills and I'm depressed again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2340210453190017656?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2340210453190017656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2340210453190017656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2340210453190017656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2340210453190017656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/point-8-is-so-not-true-because-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/TH5En6Kk9HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hGJrrAjsjJE/s72-c/tumblr_l81yixhK8u1qc7q0so1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-4799608784341740321</id><published>2010-08-29T05:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:57:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August going September</title><content type='html'>August going september imo is always the toughest period for me. It doesn't just happened to happen this year but me thinks it has become sucha nasty routine it happens every other year. I have no idea why but God made it this way but I'm trying my bestest to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling to find closure now and I'm hopeful this closure will come by no later than the end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, eh wait there's no happier note to begin with when my life is so so messed up right now. Needa sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4799608784341740321?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4799608784341740321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4799608784341740321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4799608784341740321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4799608784341740321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-going-september.html' title='August going September'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-5947640582451390370</id><published>2010-08-22T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:06:06.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to find inner peace</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the (same) bench in p.park right now, a book in hand and cigs on the other. Everything is good except for the noise pollution from an indian couple seated two benches away, the plentiful of mozzies and the insufficient light that is making reading difficult. And as I'm scratching my itchy spots the tummy is growling. Okay time for food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5947640582451390370?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5947640582451390370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5947640582451390370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5947640582451390370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5947640582451390370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/trying-to-find-inner-peace.html' title='trying to find inner peace'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-6161634887993942130</id><published>2010-08-20T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:00:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!</title><content type='html'>Friday night, I'm at home waiting for my mama to bring me food. Oh someone bring me out already :( this is a rant I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6161634887993942130?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6161634887993942130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6161634887993942130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6161634887993942130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6161634887993942130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/bored.html' title='BORED!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4566782657476567683</id><published>2010-08-17T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:16:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>domomomooo</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna save monies to buy one huge domo, without the kitty. Awesome cute stuff and I shamelessly use this peekture as mr.bb's wallpaper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/TGmNwYSUC3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ie_nYX1cDHo/s1600/tumblr_l4i7a0S6Wf1qbr8pmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/TGmNwYSUC3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ie_nYX1cDHo/s320/tumblr_l4i7a0S6Wf1qbr8pmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4566782657476567683?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4566782657476567683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4566782657476567683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4566782657476567683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4566782657476567683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/domomomooo.html' title='domomomooo'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/TGmNwYSUC3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ie_nYX1cDHo/s72-c/tumblr_l4i7a0S6Wf1qbr8pmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-7275496938237883558</id><published>2010-08-13T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T04:06:21.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hug me to sleep?</title><content type='html'>My body temperature has been fluctuating between fever, no fever, fever and no fever. The last I measured it was 38.1. Nothing to worry about yet but I'm super annoyed. Point is, whenever I get under the blanket it gets too warm/hot and when I'm above I feel too cold. Anyway, I think drank enough water to fill a swimming pool. Let me list it out. 2 bottles of honey lemon water, 2 bottles of mineral water, one coke, one teh-o peng and one apple sparkling. Okay maybe not swimming pool pool but those makeshift kiddy pool you buy from toysrus and you put it in your backyard for leisure suntanning kind. You get my drift. My throat is hurting like a little bitch and every now and then I cough out phlegm(sp?) yellow enough to fit into the rainbow. Wells, hopefully I will be well enough to chaperone the kids from wdlds tomorrow to wherever the dinner destination is. So exciting! Now I will huggsie mr.monkey to sleep and wake up a duracell bunny. Goodnighty all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pack room &lt;br /&gt;2. Pack undies rack&lt;br /&gt;3. Pack wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;4. Set alarm and wake early&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7275496938237883558?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7275496938237883558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7275496938237883558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7275496938237883558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7275496938237883558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/hug-me-to-sleep.html' title='hug me to sleep?'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-6556991275952487898</id><published>2010-08-10T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T02:46:08.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 13th post this year</title><content type='html'>I realised there's only 12 posts for this year, well what can I say? There's nothing major in my life maybe for the occasional &lt;i&gt;eh! my stomach ached today&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;oh! I'm having toothache again&lt;/i&gt; (oh ya! I forgot all about the drama for the first two months that scarred my weak heart pretty badly). I'm still pretty sore about not having a trip out somewhere after graduation but I guess that can wait till I find a job proper, save my own monies and spend monies like there's no tomorrow. August is here and we are fast approaching mid month, this means exams ended for nearly 2months already. Great! I better do something to save my broke ass :(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6556991275952487898?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6556991275952487898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6556991275952487898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6556991275952487898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6556991275952487898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-13th-post-this-year.html' title='my 13th post this year'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3517711317160082209</id><published>2010-07-20T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:29:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from mr.bb</title><content type='html'>I msged the neighbour for a smoke but I guess he fell asleep and I was so desperate I went out on the pretext of transferring monies and now I'm at the playground smoking my third stick. Mosquitoes are flying everywhere and they are feeding on me as if I'm the only plate of sushi on the conveyor belt. I'm sucha good example of desperate smoker. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3517711317160082209?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3517711317160082209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3517711317160082209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3517711317160082209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3517711317160082209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-mrbb.html' title='from mr.bb'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3828051909469428243</id><published>2010-07-19T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T06:00:05.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason im writing</title><content type='html'>I nearly fell asleep but the toothache kicked in and now I'm waiting for the painkillers to take effect before I can go back to sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3828051909469428243?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3828051909469428243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3828051909469428243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3828051909469428243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3828051909469428243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/reason-im-writing.html' title='the reason im writing'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3705805423645766710</id><published>2010-07-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:48:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There I rest my case ...</title><content type='html'>You know that a leopard can never change its spot. The spots will always be there and you will always be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart turned cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3705805423645766710?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3705805423645766710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3705805423645766710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3705805423645766710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3705805423645766710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-that-leopard-can-never-change.html' title='There I rest my case ...'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-398340953198879107</id><published>2010-07-03T04:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T04:53:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a worse state than I am on Wednesday afternoon after knowing I lost everything so important to me. Oh God! I think I'm turning suicidal. I could use a free tix right now, doesn't help when I'm sipping the pomegranate green tea I used to have in bkk .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-398340953198879107?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/398340953198879107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=398340953198879107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/398340953198879107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/398340953198879107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-worse-state-than-i-am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-1842167983289751885</id><published>2010-07-02T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:39:17.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I took the longest train ride home to sort out everything in my already screwed brain. Yes, some got sorted out others remained the way the are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-1842167983289751885?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1842167983289751885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=1842167983289751885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1842167983289751885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1842167983289751885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-i-took-longest-train-ride-home-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-438143763386410258</id><published>2010-07-01T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:00:41.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barely breathing</title><content type='html'>This entire week is not awesome and I'm in a state of wreck right now. Three more days to the end of the week and I'm barely surviving. I got locked out of the house twice in a week, lost moolahs, lost everything important to me. It doesn't help to have my mum telling everyone around her to help me look for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grounding myself at home in my room this weekend, thank god for the plentiful of dvds I have on had. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-438143763386410258?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/438143763386410258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=438143763386410258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/438143763386410258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/438143763386410258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/barely-breathing.html' title='barely breathing'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-5917570560850252268</id><published>2010-06-05T03:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T04:28:59.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is war baby</title><content type='html'>Exams ended 10million years ago, no it just ended one week ago and I have ridiculous requests that I get my butt down to work already. This issue has been around for the whole week and this issue is between me and Grumps. He called on my mobile 5days ago, demanded me to explain my after exams plans or rather when to start work plans. I told him da da da this is what I'm gonna do and he accepted it. 2days later, I was on my bed getting ready to sleep, he opened the door screamed at me and ask what was I gonna do since it's been forever that I ended the last paper! SO LONG? It was barely a week. I declared war and now I'm slightly regretting the decision made. I don't think I'm ever getting allowance for the rest of me life. Gawd! And my mind is made up, moving out plan is so gonna happen no matter what. Emp says I'm crazy, I told her it's either him or me, someone's gonna move out somehow. The idea seems warped but to me this is how I'm gonna attain peace, inner or outer whichever that rocks my boat.  So while I'm taking my time to find a full time, I'm just gonna settle for a part time. Some job I can earn quick cash to bring myself outta sg, reward meself for studying so hard and to get away from the so many issues I'm facing now. So, any jobs anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I applaud myself (gave myself a pat on my back too) for not hitting the clubs. I was discussing it with the older one and he too is proud of me. I can't bear to tell him maybe the reason was that my PIC is not in town and I'm lacking moolahs. Well, I'm just gonna leave it at that. The older one hardly praises me for anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: checked the tix. 110, very enticing but that means I must sleep on the streets. why is it so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5917570560850252268?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5917570560850252268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5917570560850252268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5917570560850252268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5917570560850252268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-war-baby.html' title='this is war baby'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4229764137003605590</id><published>2010-05-09T04:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:41:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mom!</title><content type='html'>As I'm struggling to finish my last lap my mom popped me the important question "you sent out your resume yet?". Hell no mom, idk if this last lap is really my last but I'm doing my very best mom (I'm praying hard doubly hard too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy momma day Mummy. I love you from the bottom of my weak heart and I know you love me too. Please have some faith in me that me will provide the best for you when I start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4229764137003605590?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4229764137003605590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4229764137003605590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4229764137003605590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4229764137003605590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-mom.html' title='Oh mom!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-6466977993026108443</id><published>2010-03-02T04:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T04:57:57.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere somehow</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what went wrong, somehow this don't work anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6466977993026108443?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6466977993026108443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6466977993026108443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6466977993026108443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6466977993026108443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/somewhere-somehow.html' title='somewhere somehow'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-8271098898843624468</id><published>2010-02-18T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:32:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the postcnypost</title><content type='html'>Ahh neo! I have had too much of kimchi and I'm so glad I'm a sgrean. I whined the whole ride home for food and so kor brought me to nowhere fantastic for cai tao kway which is still awesome for me. The cold dishes/kimchi/or te ba diet certainly not my cup of tea. BUT THEN AGAIN, I'm still having withdrawal syptoms, especially the weather. It's fucking hot here. Ogays, I'm running to hide in my room now, all airconditioned and it's time to crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm feeling sad that I missed cny in sg though (I had my mini celeb in a room drinking with the tour grp mates).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-8271098898843624468?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8271098898843624468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=8271098898843624468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8271098898843624468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8271098898843624468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/postcnypost.html' title='the postcnypost'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4866349888735983363</id><published>2010-02-09T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:17:20.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one pint please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/S3BSpAfDfMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CCZ0IdP2VEM/s1600-h/040_fp0529i-love-beer-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/S3BSpAfDfMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CCZ0IdP2VEM/s400/040_fp0529i-love-beer-posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435935614694554818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tittle suggests. I'm in need of quality beer right now either hoe or kilkenny, either makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4866349888735983363?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4866349888735983363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4866349888735983363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4866349888735983363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4866349888735983363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-pint-please.html' title='one pint please'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/S3BSpAfDfMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CCZ0IdP2VEM/s72-c/040_fp0529i-love-beer-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-4329467053764021767</id><published>2010-02-08T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:12:56.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SICK</title><content type='html'>I walked out of the house today looking like a total wreck, there's this huge itchy bump on my under eye. Don't know how did it get there, don't know what had gotten inside. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fugly&lt;/span&gt; plus hideous, that's the 2 words that best describe me then and now. It felt like I was perpetually smiling(if you saw me you will understand what that means) and my right eye was practically just a slit. I took the bus from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sk&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; wishing so hard that there was sun still so I can wear my shades to cover up the eye. When I got to 326 level 10, the owner of the house open the door and started laughing at the sight of yours truly. Life sucks, me too. Now, the dilemma I don't know if I should consult the doc or just let the swelling go down on its own. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, it's 4am now. My notes are still sitting on the table untouched. Grrr, I should sleep away the swelling and hopefully the new day brings new hope(for the eye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I just met &lt;strong&gt;D ultimate loser&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;pps: that aside 3 more days to korea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4329467053764021767?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4329467053764021767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4329467053764021767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4329467053764021767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4329467053764021767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-sick.html' title='SO SICK'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-7818648316979470640</id><published>2009-12-19T04:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:08:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I doubt anyone visits anymore</title><content type='html'>I've been looking at Anthony's tweets about his days in BKK and there's this mad urge/crave to just fly there for the weekend. Krismas in sawadekap land sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can so daydream about it. Ciaos, time to sleep lesson at 12noon. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you do leave me a comment. LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7818648316979470640?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7818648316979470640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7818648316979470640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7818648316979470640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7818648316979470640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-doubt-anyone-visit-here-anymore.html' title='I doubt anyone visits anymore'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3679451287820894936</id><published>2009-11-23T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:52:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SwmWHYDbYAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gfiXrs2sICs/s1600/DSC09193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SwmWHYDbYAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gfiXrs2sICs/s400/DSC09193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407017881095069698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got a love hate relationship with my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3679451287820894936?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3679451287820894936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3679451287820894936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3679451287820894936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3679451287820894936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SwmWHYDbYAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gfiXrs2sICs/s72-c/DSC09193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-3175955425790718378</id><published>2009-11-11T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:50:52.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in mono</title><content type='html'>Last night saw me having dinner at 12midnight and then another round of supper at 4ish. Then I had my brother sent himself to camp and then I sent myself home. Time on bed - 6am. I'm dumb enough not to set my phone on silent mode and one call from my vo woke me up and I can't get back to sleep after. Now it's time for work again. Oh my, I lead such a monotonous life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3175955425790718378?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3175955425790718378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3175955425790718378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3175955425790718378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3175955425790718378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-mono.html' title='life in mono'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3915338274119916415</id><published>2009-11-04T02:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:05:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hardly so inspirational</title><content type='html'>I'm so very ashamed for not updating this online diary of mine. The last post is dated October something something and how time flies, I can still vividly remember my birthday dinner at brava and how I lasted only a few drinks at z before I got dragged into phu and fucking hell it's November already. This means Christmas is so near, not like it concerns me cause the family practically don't celebrate any occasions at all (this is just fyi, I haven't had birthday cakes with the fams for 5 years and I suppose this will be the trend for many years coming.). On another happier note, November also means me visiting sbucks more than often cause Christmas blends are here and I just had my very first toffeenut delivered right into my hands by none other than Dbaby. Then again christmas blends also means the start of  latenight studying sessions at t2. GROANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not (not! not rich enough to get ch. presents), I'm quite excited to spend the first christmas with D and as mentioned I'm not rich enough to get him presents but I've already made my list and I'm gonna make sure he squeeze his balls just so he can get me  one or more items on the list. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other issue aside, life now is about work, school, bb, more work school and with occasional skipping of less-important lectures and of course my conscience will prick so badly after cause one wise man told me so , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one lecture cost 70bucks that's equivalent to opening a bottle of wine in z.&lt;/span&gt; Quite warped but entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to crash now, Dlove is waiting for my call. Apparently he used up his brain juices for his essay and is too tired to wait up for my call. How nasty is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3915338274119916415?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3915338274119916415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3915338274119916415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3915338274119916415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3915338274119916415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-hardly-so-inspirational.html' title='I&apos;m hardly so inspirational'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4656882252381656520</id><published>2009-10-14T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:40:31.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lewliaan</title><content type='html'>I spent the past few hours trying to digest fr, so far so good. Having made several trip to my durian smelling kitchen (fyi: daddy bought one humongous bag of lewlians) for water/toilet breaks, I couldn't resist the temptation. So happily I took out one of the boxes, scanned through, realised all my nice yellow skinned lewlian disappeared. The only culprit - mary! And I remember her telling me in the afternoon she love frozen lewlian and tadaaaaa when I raided the freezer I found all of them. Cheeky la mary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4656882252381656520?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4656882252381656520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4656882252381656520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4656882252381656520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4656882252381656520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/lewliaan.html' title='lewliaan'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4725382761609506063</id><published>2009-10-12T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:02:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of horrible nightmare</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream last night. I was in bkk with bb but the horrible thing was that we had a argument so huge daddy mummy and the 2 gfs flew over to escort me home. But what's so funny was that I was locked out of the hotel room (including my luggage and passport), I couldnt leave for the airport so I brought the pair of grumpy folks to the club. Nice! And the very next moment, I woke up to find myself in bed with a very full bladder. Oh come on, why cant I hold my pee for a little longer. I'm dying to find out what's gonna happen in the club!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm maltesers-ing and watching hk drama. How sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is totally random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4725382761609506063?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4725382761609506063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4725382761609506063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4725382761609506063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4725382761609506063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-horrible-nightmare.html' title='of horrible nightmare'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-5964427796538964761</id><published>2009-10-07T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:24:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from the blog</title><content type='html'>Dear Sok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so abandoned. You hate me. You neglect me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;postscriptmusings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5964427796538964761?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5964427796538964761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5964427796538964761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5964427796538964761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5964427796538964761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-from-blog.html' title='Letter from the blog'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4864033977610883551</id><published>2009-09-15T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:18:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me about your soft spot</title><content type='html'>AH FUCK THIS SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4864033977610883551?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4864033977610883551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4864033977610883551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4864033977610883551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4864033977610883551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-about-your-soft-spot.html' title='tell me about your soft spot'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-1986943447920416277</id><published>2009-09-07T03:06:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:47:11.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you tell me how cute is thatt?</title><content type='html'>Just a while back D was saying that we two need a new hobby/sport, something exciting to get ourselves involved in cause the current activities that kept us occupied is way too repeated/boring/mundane. I so agree with his statement, I'm getting so sick of killing zombies, coffee breaks and just towning with no motive and when we were getting started on the interesting topic ( I suggested wakeboarding, he said something affordable), he jumped straight into telling me about the movie we watched. DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! Idk what his humongous brain is thinking of, he told me he wants to webcam with me. Printscreens! Just to show how retarded he is. Not a fan of it but this is how he entertains me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SqQK_c0iyqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pMyloX_4xD0/s1600-h/mybbbbb33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SqQK_c0iyqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pMyloX_4xD0/s400/mybbbbb33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378435940171827874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SqQNrm1UEQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kYNNdRb27E8/s1600-h/myyybbbb2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SqQNrm1UEQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kYNNdRb27E8/s400/myyybbbb2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378438897796911362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-1986943447920416277?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1986943447920416277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=1986943447920416277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1986943447920416277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1986943447920416277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-while-back-d-was-saying-that-we.html' title='you tell me how cute is thatt?'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SqQK_c0iyqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pMyloX_4xD0/s72-c/mybbbbb33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-7054410957850898032</id><published>2009-08-18T04:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:38:50.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ungodly hour post</title><content type='html'>We're in the mid of August already, time flew leh! Sept is coming and that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;results gonna kill me soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna be one year older.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school is starting,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or maybe work is starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;die la, die la, die la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anyways, baby's school started one week back and I've been the greatest gf, sending him to school, crashing lecture, lunching and towning. LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7054410957850898032?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7054410957850898032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7054410957850898032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7054410957850898032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7054410957850898032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ungodly-hour-post.html' title='ungodly hour post'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-736297844354207358</id><published>2009-08-10T06:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:11:08.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I wrote greek</title><content type='html'>Life's been pretty much hectic these few weeks, just one more month before school starts again. It's like wth?! I don't even have time to drop by town for a cup of coffee with the girlfriends or to visit the ION everyone is talking about (not that I have monies to do shopping there, that's not the main point, really!). Actually I think I did drop by town for some brief moments, I had official matters to attend to. I spent hours sitting at the HelloSingtel waiting for my boyf's Q number to be called, smoked alot of sticks while waiting and finally the man did something wonderful that made both of us leaving the building smiling by changing a new iphone for him, me, us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep now so this post doesn't really make alot of sense. Anyways I can't wait for this week to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, which is now - I think I'll stay home.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - If original plan stay true it will be one sexciting day.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - dins then z.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday - Pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, one more peekture. I'm so very guilty for ever delaying my bkk post so here's one to make up for everything but not like it matters cause I don't think I've got any readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sn9WoL7O7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HueDUilurbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sn9WoL7O7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HueDUilurbQ/s400/IMG_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368104529244908946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll switch off this old damn laptop, put on my eyemask and try to sleep. If all else fails I'll be back online or try something more exciting, that is to wake my mummy then we will proceed to ntuc where my shopping for everything necessary starts. Goodnightymorning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-736297844354207358?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/736297844354207358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=736297844354207358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/736297844354207358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/736297844354207358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-wrote-greek.html' title='I think I wrote greek'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sn9WoL7O7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HueDUilurbQ/s72-c/IMG_1934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-761444413748722333</id><published>2009-08-05T03:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:03:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly I don't know who or what gave me the courage to chop my long fringe to make them bangs. I'm not saying I'm regretting the decision but my pimples on my forehead are popping out like it's free and my eyebrows they are very horrendous now, I'm so not lying. Now the question is should I try to save 10bucks just so I can trim my bangs at the mall or should I invest in a pair of trustable hair scissors then allow my personal hairdresser who I don't really trust to do the job? (IMO) Tough eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-761444413748722333?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/761444413748722333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=761444413748722333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/761444413748722333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/761444413748722333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/honestly-i-dont-know-who-or-what-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4895309447023433006</id><published>2009-07-28T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:16:55.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>potterboy</title><content type='html'>Finally after eons, I dragged Drag and myself to the cinema to catch harrypotpot. It's been years(?) since I read the book and I remember lending the book to someone and idk if I can still get it back, that's besides the point. But anyways am I missing something or is the show really boring?! I don't remember JK.R ending the story so abruptly. And what happened to the kids suddenly they don't look cute anymore but I must admit Emma Watson getting so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I met the girls on Sat, Timbre@OldSchool. I'm glad that I made it there to see my long lost best friend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME HOME STEPHANIE CHIA YI FANG&lt;/span&gt;! You still look goregous and hot. Peektures on fb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: baby, pls dont kill me. I'll upload bkk peektures soon. Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4895309447023433006?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4895309447023433006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4895309447023433006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4895309447023433006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4895309447023433006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/potterboy.html' title='potterboy'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-2478576715543926827</id><published>2009-07-25T05:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:18:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sos!</title><content type='html'>I just came home from sbw a few hours ago and I realised helping out in a children party is no easy job. The aftermath - burnt thumb and index finger and a really aching back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I've got many photos to upload and they all dated back to the mambodanceoff day. Now, I'm going to sleep cause fb doesn't want to upload any peektures for me and mr.ibm hanged ten thousand times. Goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2478576715543926827?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2478576715543926827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2478576715543926827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2478576715543926827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2478576715543926827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sos.html' title='sos!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-658230564125411239</id><published>2009-07-10T04:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:29:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post from the other one.</title><content type='html'>With 3 more hours to go, tiredness pales in comparison to the excitement that is going to overwhelm us when the actual journey begins. The only evident thoughts that lingers in my mind are love, excitement, love, pure enjoyment and more love. Being our first trip overseas together definitely sets new boundaries and standards for us to follow in our many days, weeks and even years to come. This calls for celebration, but unlike any other, we're going to celebrate and commemorate this very moment by blogging this post. More of like a memo for our many happy memories to come. Of course, it would not mean anything to you reading this, but just let it be said and let this posted. We would read back and remember with great joy and love when the days with much greater love comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dragon with permission from Arisx to invade her blog for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-658230564125411239?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/658230564125411239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=658230564125411239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/658230564125411239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/658230564125411239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-from-other-one.html' title='Post from the other one.'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-7241303209079464933</id><published>2009-07-09T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:09:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired need to sleeep</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow this time we'll be at the dep lounge waiting to board the plane, mahahahaha me can't wait. Bkk please treat us good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight kiddos, time for sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I tried uploading the mb danceoff photos to fb and it doesn't load at all oh boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7241303209079464933?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7241303209079464933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7241303209079464933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7241303209079464933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7241303209079464933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-need-to-sleeep.html' title='tired need to sleeep'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-5269364029826396862</id><published>2009-07-09T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:32:14.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTS! ONE MORE DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5269364029826396862?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5269364029826396862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5269364029826396862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5269364029826396862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5269364029826396862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/woots-one-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3991742341233325942</id><published>2009-07-02T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:49:29.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello july!</title><content type='html'>Hello kiddos, this is an announcement! I lost my phone! Yup, if you did dial my number on your handphone and there's this sexy voice on the other end telling you that my number is temporary not in service, fret not, my line is suspended till further notice. One, I'm too lazy to drag my sorry ass to Dhoby to get my replacement sim. Two, I think I need to pay for the replacement charge and laoniang currently is very broke so I'll wait for mummy to be free. Three, me being phoneless doesn't hurt anybody cause no one ever calls me except for b, bestf and shi. Four, I don't get those meaningless sms ads and they are the culprits that wake me up from my sleep in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again idk how can that person not return my phone?! It's a fucking chionsua phone! I think if you bring it to some neighbourhood ahbeng handphone shop to sell it wouldn't even fetch 10bucks! TMD that dishonest idiot who took my phone I curse you fall into a drain and get disfigured. I just want my simcard back, my numberssssss :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, EIGHT DAYS to bangcocky!!!! I haven't figure a way out to tell dad I'm leaving for a week and I so think the best way is to keep quiet about it and let mummy do the job, smart right? I know. ME CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sku63IWLflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nJhwXnkCe-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sku63IWLflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nJhwXnkCe-Q/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353578038356049490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you babylove, I don't normally do this. Fourth fourth fourth! You are nothing but love and mush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3991742341233325942?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3991742341233325942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3991742341233325942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3991742341233325942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3991742341233325942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-july.html' title='hello july!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sku63IWLflI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nJhwXnkCe-Q/s72-c/IMG_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-3367566609055739842</id><published>2009-06-17T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:27:22.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books</title><content type='html'>I have every intention to re-read NewMoon but the thought of not reading Edward for the first 3/4 of the book is so painful I gave up the thought. Stupid Bella, you made my Ed disappear from the second book. So now I'm reading WhereRainbowEnds all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit-&lt;br /&gt;I finished the book and now I'm stuck with no books to read again, gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3367566609055739842?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3367566609055739842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3367566609055739842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3367566609055739842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3367566609055739842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/books.html' title='books'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3255596541569251569</id><published>2009-06-14T03:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:00:08.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellow june</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Bedok85, orgasmic bachormee with the weirdest company, baby and deeg that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week in summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starbucks with bestf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tamako.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;touring of clarke quay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT fair for fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakerz happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bcm @ B85.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tomorrow I work again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and here comes monday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;TADAH! That's my weekend for you kiddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3255596541569251569?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3255596541569251569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3255596541569251569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3255596541569251569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3255596541569251569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hellow-june.html' title='hellow june'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-8575181493792575300</id><published>2009-05-30T04:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:39:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's like a mini vacation</title><content type='html'>My exams ended way back last Thursday and all I did was bumming around at home, meet babyD, eat sleep and watch my ever expanding tummy grow at an alarming rate. I'm proud to say my days are pretty much productive, I had part of the sleeping debts repaid and I can so strike off point 3,6 and 12 on my list (refer to previous entry), point 3 is ongoing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's either I'm born in the wrong gender or my body decides to secrete more male hormones, I've been craving to play l4d and been l4ding every other alternate days. Nope, I'm not sick of shooting zombies as yet, shooting them is fun I tell you especially the part when you shoot their arms or legs and they just detach from the body or when you do the headshot and it explodes straight in your face, shiokness in the zone. HAHA, sadist I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke now I don't know how can I survive shi's week long birthday celebrations or the getaway trip or the drinking sessions that coming my way since bestf finished her papers already. Right now, I'm comtemplating which part of my body to put on ebay so people can bid them and I can earn some quick moolah but that's me dreaming too much, I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peektures from my meatballsssssss night, I'm too lazy to go on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SiBKCFyNvAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SNxKP0-Am60/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SiBKCFyNvAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SNxKP0-Am60/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341350557834394626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SiBKCB0_A6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/rYfMU9Ouevc/s1600-h/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SiBKCB0_A6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/rYfMU9Ouevc/s400/bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341350556772271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip to Ikea made me see my boyfriend in a different light when he held a polarbear soft toy and told me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; baby look! it's a platypus (or duckbill)&lt;/span&gt;. This is really lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had sups at Tamako after sucha long time and chicken wings plus one pint at ICB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm gonna work then drag my ass home to watch all the vids I can find on youtube (tentatively). Goodnight babies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-8575181493792575300?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8575181493792575300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=8575181493792575300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8575181493792575300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8575181493792575300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-its-like-mini-vacation.html' title='you know it&apos;s like a mini vacation'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SiBKCFyNvAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SNxKP0-Am60/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-532066777092073622</id><published>2009-05-20T00:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:41:31.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last lap</title><content type='html'>Because thursday's cf is my last paper, I'm bumming around at home like exams ended one month ago. I've already drawn up my to-do list after the last torturous paper, and here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;pluck my brows, they are growing too much!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my hair/fringe chopped a few inches shorter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend every nano minute with D, I so think he's moving into hall soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kong's week long bday celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coffee sessions with bestf and kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;l4d.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;z, dblo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;repay my sleeping debt, my eyebags can hold gallons of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tidy/clean up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beg for a queen size bed again (I got the deal from mummy but she's taking eons to buy it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ikea - furniture shopping and meatballs meatballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all expenses (tix and hotel) paid BKK trip with D, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think there's more to the list but I need to study now and the migraine just need to come at this hour, lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/ShLsK4qC-kI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AGCYnFXAJqI/s1600-h/bb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/ShLsK4qC-kI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AGCYnFXAJqI/s400/bb1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337588180139047490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I painstakingly photoshopped this photo and D commented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah baby this photo is so eerie, you look like a ghost&lt;/span&gt;, fml! But wo ai ni still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: point13 is directed at you baby, you know what to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-532066777092073622?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/532066777092073622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=532066777092073622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/532066777092073622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/532066777092073622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-lap.html' title='last lap'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/ShLsK4qC-kI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AGCYnFXAJqI/s72-c/bb1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-1369928857598042294</id><published>2009-05-11T03:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:20:39.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M day</title><content type='html'>The tradition of mothers' day last time, say, 5 years ago was that the family go out for a decent meal and then the cake will be served on the dining table. No one gives a flying fuck now. And I so think mummy is secretly depressed though she always gives the disapproving face when I talk about birthday or mothers' day celebrations. I gave her a call earlier today telling her specifically to buy a cake back just so the two of us can celebrate. Haha, sorry I was too lazy to go to the mall myself to buy the cake and since she's already out why not right. We kinda argued over which cake to get, I wanted the mango and she wanted the cheesecake, I gave in eventually, it's her day what!  This is so senseless but at least she's a happier mother today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sgfs5fLKwwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qaIW7zTSYsY/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sgfs5fLKwwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qaIW7zTSYsY/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334492756008682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-1369928857598042294?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1369928857598042294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=1369928857598042294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1369928857598042294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1369928857598042294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-day.html' title='M day'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sgfs5fLKwwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qaIW7zTSYsY/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-4919377079124671977</id><published>2009-05-03T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:16:58.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday madness</title><content type='html'>My house on any other normal days is pretty much conducive for studying sleeping and whatever you name it. Just so it's a sunday, my cool neighbours think it's very cool to have their karaoke set switched on and their mic volume to the loudest and pollute the neighbourhood with their singing. TMD! One fine sunday, I will blast my mambo just so they know hbd living room ain't soundproof! Ah great, now they are playing mj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4919377079124671977?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4919377079124671977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4919377079124671977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4919377079124671977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4919377079124671977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-madness.html' title='sunday madness'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-2783280261061370374</id><published>2009-05-01T23:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:21:29.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mf! it's may already!</title><content type='html'>I said I cannot wait for may to come, can I take back my words now?  I'm feeling very guilty cause I haven't touch my notes for one and a half days straight (to be precise) and I put the blame on my mother of all period cramps. For the past two days,  nuahing cramping eating and sleeping pretty much sums up my daily activities. I absolutely have no idea why the cramps always make me crawl to my bed when I feel the drive to study and also whenever I sit down at the study table the cramps just kick in and I think it's all psychological but you know me, I can't beat them so I give in most of the time. That's me for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HHH, D is finally back in sg, actually he touched down on monday, that's four days ago. That fatboy left for eight days leaving me suffering in sg but thank god for his daily calls. And he told me eight days only what, just one week plus one more day but DUDE! that one week plus one day felt like enough time had gone by for idk what, say for an apple tree to grow from a seed to a tree full of fruits?! Fucking lame analogy but you get the drift. I hardly sound so gay but bb I missed you when you were gone ogays. Good to have you back, I had too much of me-time and homecooked food. Haha, japfood soon, your treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2783280261061370374?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2783280261061370374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2783280261061370374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2783280261061370374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2783280261061370374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/madness.html' title='mf! it&apos;s may already!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-2645068487792953323</id><published>2009-04-26T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:02:19.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from a serious case of flu now and my tums feels like there's ww3 going on inside. Gonna crash now, yawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: counting down, 1 day. yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2645068487792953323?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2645068487792953323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2645068487792953323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2645068487792953323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2645068487792953323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-suffering-from-serious-case-of-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-253149796569492447</id><published>2009-04-22T02:34:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:06:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wee hours gibberish</title><content type='html'>I cannot wait for May to come so I can get over and be done with exams but the irony is I'm not really prepared for the exams so May please take your time to come. Aye someone shoot me! I should be studying for poa now but the laptop sitting in front of me tempts me so much that I've been surfing the net for the past one hour. Also, I've been looking at our old bkk photos and they made me so hungry I cooked myself tomyum maggie to comfort my poor soul and at the expense of my ever expanding tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, I woke up to bestfriend's voice over the phone all the way from bkk, her first call to me ever since she arrived at the Land of Smiles but that totally made my afternoon. It's our normal practice that when she travels to anywhere without (the poor) me, I will get calls from her everyday, bestf! I'm telling you you are 3days late and please/better call me back again (if you get to read this in bkk!). She's truly a thai now I swear, she was telling me she's travelling everywhere alone and when the call was made she was in the cab alone to siamparagon's starbucks and then before I can get to say bestfriend be safe please (and also get her to buy me one year supply of bkk panties), the call disconnected. Awesome! And I so wish I can teleport over to bkk then to taipei now. Awwwww :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, 2 happy calls, one in the afternoon and the other at night, I can so sleep sweet tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-253149796569492447?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/253149796569492447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=253149796569492447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/253149796569492447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/253149796569492447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/wee-hours-gibberish.html' title='wee hours gibberish'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-9084612044884194717</id><published>2009-04-21T02:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:57:01.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one / three</title><content type='html'>Having the two bfs overseas at the same time means life really sucks big time now. Thank God there's still one more bf- kong in sg with me to keep me sane and alive but I foresee no calls from her cause she's still mad at me for not turning at z last wednesday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless as it is but the call from D is making me smile like a cheshire cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-9084612044884194717?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9084612044884194717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=9084612044884194717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/9084612044884194717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/9084612044884194717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/having-two-bfs-overseas-at-same-time.html' title='day one / three'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-9158952989746730353</id><published>2009-04-10T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:08:31.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because it's a public holiday, my brain decided to go on a strike too. I've been staring at my notes for the past two hours and nothing got in, so very annoying. And sad to say my craving for geylang dimsum has gone way larger than life. I've exhausted my phone list and everybody I called they tell me they had their dins already. And now, I'm begging gor to take me there, tell me sad not? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-9158952989746730353?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9158952989746730353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=9158952989746730353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/9158952989746730353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/9158952989746730353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because-its-public-holiday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-7517765890052934318</id><published>2009-04-08T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:23:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting nowhere</title><content type='html'>I've a mighty craving for geylang's dimsum. Urghhh, why isn't the car home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I've got lesson from 10 to 5 tmr and and the point is it's 320am now and I'm still online! All thanks to D who got me hooked onto escapegames. Ah great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7517765890052934318?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7517765890052934318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7517765890052934318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7517765890052934318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7517765890052934318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-nowhere.html' title='getting nowhere'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4941432475758737929</id><published>2009-04-01T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:21:38.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I'm so worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;mummy got two tooth extracted and she's in pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;her gums bleed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she used up one quarter pack of cotton wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and her gums are still bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i msged gor but he's not replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daddy says he's coming home soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daddy came home, mummy dont wanna see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kill me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no this is not an april fools joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4941432475758737929?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4941432475758737929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4941432475758737929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4941432475758737929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4941432475758737929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-815422514945199966</id><published>2009-03-29T00:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:01:16.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woots!</title><content type='html'>Today saw me waking up at 745am, eating maggi at 815am and rushing out of the house at 845am but still can get to school an hour late! I tell you sim is located in some shit hole and I really wish I can so teleport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I finally understand the pain of uploading photos to fb, I took half a day to upload and another few more hours to tag and alot more sticks to pass my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, I'm spending mine in school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a happier note, baybeee came down all the way to thy shit hole to pick me up from school, tricked me to serene centre just so he can catch a glimpse of his IceQueen aka the Miss Island Creamery (or so he say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby we go have ice cream okay?&lt;/span&gt;). Random walks and bus rides later, we ended up in town, walked around aimlessly and I reached home on the dot 1115pm cause nbcheebs I got school on a blardy sunday! lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-815422514945199966?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/815422514945199966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=815422514945199966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/815422514945199966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/815422514945199966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/woots.html' title='woots!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4955335069025294206</id><published>2009-03-18T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:42:34.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who watches the watchmen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/ScER3mb66MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ummarC8w2x4/s1600-h/watchmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/ScER3mb66MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ummarC8w2x4/s400/watchmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314548682182027458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dr.manhattan (see the tums), love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;courtesy: ickleoriental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4955335069025294206?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4955335069025294206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4955335069025294206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4955335069025294206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4955335069025294206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-watches-watchmen.html' title='who watches the watchmen?'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/ScER3mb66MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ummarC8w2x4/s72-c/watchmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-6684343166988390633</id><published>2009-03-12T02:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:07:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life happens elsewhere</title><content type='html'>I just found out I lost the ability to post a long entry. I sat down and stared at the screen for almost ten minutes and so far this is the two sentences that came onto my mind , Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sulking cause my beloved decided that sleep is more important and I'm left all alone to brave through wednesday night with the internet connection as slow as your grandmother and when the rest are partying and moving their hands to rumour and lucky. What can you do now but sleep? Or maybe I'll drive myself suicidal by watching every wg videos on youtube. Which sounds better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6684343166988390633?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6684343166988390633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6684343166988390633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6684343166988390633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6684343166988390633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-happens-elsewhere.html' title='life happens elsewhere'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4678269221264889641</id><published>2009-03-10T06:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:14:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because my sleeping time is so screwed up</title><content type='html'>I'm having insomnia since last week, I sleep only at 7ish when the noisy rubbish truck comes over to collect the trash at the chute and when I wake up the next day tadaah half the day is gone, just like that! And I must admit I haven't been studying for the past one week, no I haven't been partying and my liver cells are still intact, just you know not in the mood, the panic button not activated yet. This is insane cause exams are just 2 months away and Daddy is driving up the wall with his exam prep talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely seperate note, I'm haunted by WG. No joke, I'm going crazeeeeey and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody nobody but you&lt;/span&gt; is stuck in my head, how to study like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sbkzx0AnTUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wpQMXZV72uE/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sbkzx0AnTUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wpQMXZV72uE/s400/D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312334166328036674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/SbWbVQ7TvTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V3kI4ucCsmQ/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday YOU, the wonderboy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4678269221264889641?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4678269221264889641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4678269221264889641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4678269221264889641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4678269221264889641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-my-sleeping-time-is-so-screwed.html' title='because my sleeping time is so screwed up'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpxDTQK73zE/Sbkzx0AnTUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wpQMXZV72uE/s72-c/D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-3361539301074790825</id><published>2009-02-26T03:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:46:17.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my itunes knows it's a wednesday</title><content type='html'>I decided I needed some music to keep me going, yes clever indeed, I turned on itunes. The first two songs, bizzarelovetriangle and lost in emotion then one random song came on and the next two (rumour and lucky) killed me like totally. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LimBu tried very hard to firewall z already lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3361539301074790825?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3361539301074790825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3361539301074790825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3361539301074790825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3361539301074790825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-itunes-knows-its-wednesday.html' title='my itunes knows it&apos;s a wednesday'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-6449917817187908297</id><published>2009-02-25T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:56:55.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mighty fprocrastinator</title><content type='html'>How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It bugs me that C doesn't want to talk to me or meet me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neither is she replying my msges both on the phone  and online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm trying damn hard to study but I can't stop walking around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been on the laptop for more than three hours, fb/google is evil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urgh! internet and notes, they can't be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The notes are sitting in front of me but I didn't touch them at all, they really make good coasters.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;POA paper is in 6 days!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Woots, D'Day comes early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6449917817187908297?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6449917817187908297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6449917817187908297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6449917817187908297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6449917817187908297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/mighty-fprocrastinator.html' title='the mighty fprocrastinator'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-7970717193706787613</id><published>2009-02-21T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:07:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best dad, beat it</title><content type='html'>Because of one wrong move on wednesday, daddy decides the the mobile line should go. Now now now, I'm contemplating on retaining or a new number. Kids, don't call me but you all should know how to reach me. LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7970717193706787613?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7970717193706787613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7970717193706787613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7970717193706787613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7970717193706787613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-dad-beat-it.html' title='best dad, beat it'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-325536105170246211</id><published>2009-02-11T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:24:42.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bite me!</title><content type='html'>I want to proclaim to the world how wunderful my dad is but the fact is my dad is a monster. He laid down some ground rules for me to follow, some are really life threatening. And now my life is nothing more than reaching home even before the birds fly home, stay-home-do-nothing-but-study and many many ridiculous t&amp;amp;c. I'll morph into a autistic child soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, life is really sucks now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-325536105170246211?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/325536105170246211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=325536105170246211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/325536105170246211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/325536105170246211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/bite-me.html' title='bite me!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3348343665387908350</id><published>2009-02-05T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:35:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some random sms woke me up and I cant get back to sleep. I dont know what time to wake the princess up cause the last msg from her on facebook was at 705am. In any normal condition, she must fulfil her 10hours sleeping stunt, which means the call can only be made at 505pm, but that's only if she went to bed right after she hit the send button. How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish the last few pages of eclipse just a few mins ago, this is bad cause i'm bookless now. Totally have no idea if the fourth book is in stores yet. I figured it's a good time to start reading those guidebooks. OH! here I come ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3348343665387908350?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3348343665387908350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3348343665387908350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3348343665387908350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3348343665387908350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-random-sms-woke-me-up-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-250462213434130236</id><published>2009-01-29T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:40:50.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have no idea how hideous my legs are now and I look Fhideous in shorts. The itch is killing me big time, blame it on the sandflies and Gor said it will spread if I continue scratching. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;sore throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sandflies' bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;someone bring me to the docs please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-250462213434130236?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/250462213434130236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=250462213434130236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/250462213434130236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/250462213434130236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-have-no-idea-how-hideous-my-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-6982518028692156166</id><published>2009-01-19T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:00:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s u l k i n g</title><content type='html'>i'm sulking and terribly pissed. tmd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6982518028692156166?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6982518028692156166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6982518028692156166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6982518028692156166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6982518028692156166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-u-l-k-i-n-g.html' title='s u l k i n g'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-5095785424063211523</id><published>2009-01-13T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:13:49.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another year, another beginning. 2009 did not start on a good note, hopefully things will get better as time fly past. I guess I'm not one to make resolutions and watch them go up in smoke, I learned cause for the past few years I managed to fulfill none on the list and it gets demoralizing. So, why bother. I'm living life the easy mode now, it's not that ideal though but why push it when life still goes on though mama not gonna like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm still trying to figure out how to go about finishing my assignment. GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5095785424063211523?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5095785424063211523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5095785424063211523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5095785424063211523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5095785424063211523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-year-another-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3813615157211539309</id><published>2009-01-06T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:13:34.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when the cramp forces me to miss lessons, damn it! I think im so lost in management accounting :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3813615157211539309?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3813615157211539309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3813615157211539309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3813615157211539309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3813615157211539309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-it-when-cramps-force-me-to-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-7685262817191533704</id><published>2009-01-01T23:21:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:42:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clock strikes twelve</title><content type='html'>I ushered in 2009 with much irritation and not much of joy and excitement cause the first few hours were spent trying to keep myself awake to clean up mess made by my favorite girlfriend, suppressing my anger my urge to cry and making sure she got home safely. It was good though, I get to spend with my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's besides the point, I'm supposed to give thanks, just like any other years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, I'm glad we made this through again this time round. Unlike the many other times, this one really hit me hard enough to make me learn and  see a different eye to our cranky yet lesbianish relationship. 2 more years, our plans will materialize and we will make merry in our little apartment with kitchen that has an island and share whatever we are sharing now. (ps: meantime save more monies, then I see feasibility in our plans.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, I hate it when you use your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on par one leh&lt;/span&gt; on me cause you know I cannot and don't know how to reject you.  Your wise words always seem to have a way to manage my unmanageable situations. Though you are hardly here, your standing in my heart remains where it is since the first day I set my eyes on you, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, my one and only friend since the teenage days I kept near to my heart. You gave without complaining and always here when I needed someone. You're in a rough patch now, I hope everything will fall into place soon. Seven years and many more to go, I love you my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;D, you were my lover and my friend, thank you for the good times. I didnt mean to behave the way I did and threw away everything we had. I'm sorry things turned out this way. There's still a part of me hanging over memories though. I wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;S, pardon me for the long emails I always send you. Thank you for taking time off your very busy schedule to reply my brainless emails.  You are nothing but love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J, thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many others, you all are important to me, be safe and happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7685262817191533704?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7685262817191533704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7685262817191533704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7685262817191533704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7685262817191533704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/clock-strikes-twelve-byebye-08.html' title='clock strikes twelve'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-5599354236259148924</id><published>2008-12-26T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:07:19.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I had the ability to do the craziest thing my two friends are going to do later in the night. But I'm just me. It sucks to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5599354236259148924?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5599354236259148924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5599354236259148924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5599354236259148924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5599354236259148924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-i-had-ability-to-do-craziest.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-8574187157842456344</id><published>2008-12-25T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:53:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry kissmas my babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-8574187157842456344?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8574187157842456344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=8574187157842456344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8574187157842456344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8574187157842456344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-kissmas-my-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-939406478381313786</id><published>2008-12-22T05:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:57:38.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lights are out</title><content type='html'>It's krazy that christmas is fast approaching, just 3 days away. I so need a place to hide away. I admit I'm in da wallow-in-self-pity period cause December haven't been treating me well and so do the rest of the months that past me by. I would gladly push all the blame to why I'm in such state to post menstrual syndrome but then again it got nothing to do with it. Why can't everything fall nicely into place so I could be at bliss point and lead a completely blissful life, why did you have to leave, why can't macfund just grow out of the tree, why gor didn't get me a ticket too, and now the main question, why tickets so expensive? I seeriously don't mind blowing my money on a ticket to wherever if I can find a suitable travel partner just to avoid spending christmas and newyear in singapore. Takers? Right now, I'm still naively hoping shi will honour the trip to genting she promised me the night we went drinking at pau. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, mom given me the green light to revamp my room. I don't know how much the budget is and how my room will turn out to be like but the trip to Ikea today the made me a slightly happy girl. First up, I need to move the furniture out, box-up my linglongs and then get the walls painted, sounds like damn tedious job. To date, I found no free labour cause one, I have that limited number of friends, two, everyone is busy with stuffs, i.e tuesday is bestf's kissmas cookies baking day, smlj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, it's 6am, it's monday. My xmas slash newyear break starts now and all the way till the 5th but not quite considering the 830am lesson on the 29th and balwant's surprise date with me on the 30th. I so need to catch up on my work, econs and corpf but it's only right to take a break on tuesday cause it seems like a good night to bond and get wasted, so they say, heartaches and alcohol, they make best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wo yao qu sui jiao orleydee :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you see me anywhere near the road, PUSH me to the oncoming traffic, thank you so much. I think I'll make a personal objective for this week, I shall not see anyone and just hibernate at home till I find something worth getting my butt outta my house for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-939406478381313786?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/939406478381313786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=939406478381313786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/939406478381313786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/939406478381313786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/lights-are-out.html' title='the lights are out'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-7485703105589916201</id><published>2008-12-17T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:06:11.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom says the darnest thing &lt;em&gt;"give me x's number, I wanna call him to tell him I miss him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7485703105589916201?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7485703105589916201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7485703105589916201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7485703105589916201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7485703105589916201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-says-darnest-thing-give-me-xs.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-4771517359405135594</id><published>2008-12-14T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:16:37.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I rock, you don't stop</title><content type='html'>I'm still in daze and still very much sleep deprived due to the excessive noise my lovely vacuum cleaner makes. My back hurts like a little prick cause I can't get used to sleeping on my single sized bed and in anger I moved myself, the pillow and bolster to my living room floor, that pretty much explains the sore back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! How about z-out moments, let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;last minute decision to make our way down to sentosa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;left house at 8ish, mambo starts at nine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made 2 wrong rounds and tp forces us to get to the beach on foot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hitched a ride, thank god for the ranger bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mambo, summer rained twice/thrice(?) this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unstable podium and amazing fireworks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;djyoda's set was orgasmic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hotshot burger plus 100plus and bourbon coke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought sasha was supposed to be good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;long walk to palawan beach carpark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the piggyback rides and attempts to make shi stay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rnb-ed all the way till the sun came out and the rain starts pouring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;entertaining breakfast with the boys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home, period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: I'm glad I didn't miss loveactually, awww this christmasy movie always bring tears to my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4771517359405135594?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4771517359405135594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4771517359405135594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4771517359405135594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4771517359405135594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-rock-you-dont-stop.html' title='when I rock, you don&apos;t stop'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-857410691208040667</id><published>2008-12-10T01:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you just don't know</title><content type='html'>I'm chewing on my super thick nutella spread bread as I type now but nothing beats happy burger I had yestermorning. My eating habits are way disgusting I tell you, I can eat say 4-5 meals a day but still feel hungry after each meal. I dont know when and how my stomach became a bottomless pit but all the meals are exhuasting my poor wallet and my tummy is larger than life now. I even had difficulty breathing when I wear my skinnies, this is how bad the situation is now. And I do self consoling by telling myself it's okay dude, menses' fault, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called moley awhile ago and I cant stop laughing at the way she talks now. She speaks with a slang and her one sentence is filled with ten 'ermm' 'yeah' 'you know' respectively, she's the perfect angmoh chick now la. Last resort, I spoke to her in cheena cause I cannot stop laughing but she totally cant speak cheena for nuts now. Na bei, I hate it. But I still love her, so much so I promised her to go for a badminton session on thursday morning, knowing that my bones will break and I wont be able to feel my legs plus arms for three days straight after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely the weather is tonight, I shall hop into bed now. Love manys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-857410691208040667?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/857410691208040667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=857410691208040667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/857410691208040667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/857410691208040667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-chewing-on-my-super-thick-nutella.html' title='you just don&apos;t know'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-414231488354166901</id><published>2008-12-06T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:47:25.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still alive but barely breathing</title><content type='html'>I made a wise decision to stay at home last night cause I was too lazy to get my ass out of the house. It was a good choice though, I was half dead by the end of the night if you want to know because I had the mother of all period cramps. At 10ish the cramps kicked in, by 11 I was emptying (puking) my dinner from my well rounded tummy, breaking out in cold sweat and at 1230 I was on the bed wishing my cheebs would disappear, by 1255 I was deep in coma. I thought I can do a twelve hour sleeping stunt but I woke up 9ish, not good at all cause I'm feeling all drowsy and lethargic now when I have to work in three hours time. Gawd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-414231488354166901?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/414231488354166901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=414231488354166901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/414231488354166901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/414231488354166901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-alive-but-barely-breathing.html' title='still alive but barely breathing'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-3521656296355462076</id><published>2008-12-01T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:28:14.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiphiphurray, moleypimpok is back but that retarded friend of mine refuses to reply my messages. I so think she's angry with cause I emailed her to ask for my birthday present and now she's ignoring me.&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/7014342857553323916-3521656296355462076?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3521656296355462076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3521656296355462076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3521656296355462076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3521656296355462076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiphiphurray-shurong-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230864145785978848</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-7014342857553323916.post-6509295315162890594</id><published>2008-11-23T05:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:20:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broadcasttt</title><content type='html'>I moved into gor's room four months ago with the mind to do a thorough clean up for my room and also to have the white washed walls painted purple but me being a fprocrastinator, nothing was done. Ogay, I admit the bed had me lured over too, walao, queen size bed leh how not to be tempted? Oh wells, well done sok, it's just a few more days before gor's gigantic ship hits the dock and onto the shores of Singapore. Seeeriously, him back home means I must start packing up my room, go over to wherever to get buckets of paint, paintbrushes, that thing that I can pour the paint into and part-time coolies to help me paint my room. Urgh, that's hell loads of work to be done and IM BROKE! How?! Where to find lovely, kind hearted coolies who dont charge? &lt;em&gt;(I promise to provide h20 and possibly cigs if &lt;strong&gt;you all&lt;/strong&gt; can help! hor?). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I jump into bed, let me whine abit more. Havi died on me just a few hours ago. I'm still trying to get over it and now I've got to live with HaviToo. But HaviToo gives me blisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhhh! Goodnight babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6509295315162890594?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6509295315162890594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6509295315162890594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6509295315162890594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6509295315162890594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/broadcasttt.html' title='broadcasttt'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-2746931781871606687</id><published>2008-11-21T04:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:20:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270839823050913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orIQw4ICEeE/SSXI5JjutQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ty7FyPBQ5YA/s400/14xfng5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;cas! tuesday tuesday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;limbu is annoyed by iamnokid! urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2746931781871606687?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2746931781871606687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2746931781871606687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2746931781871606687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2746931781871606687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orIQw4ICEeE/SSXI5JjutQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ty7FyPBQ5YA/s72-c/14xfng5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-7731303495396048099</id><published>2008-11-21T03:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:29:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my happy burgerrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>I've been nursing my a-hole since 1256784829 days ago! And it's not gotten any better. My nose is not helping either. It fluctuates between being runny and stuffy and this is annoying the fuck outta me. At least my mucus no longer green, it turned white, yeah okay, too much details sorry. Now the throat is getting sore, dry and the people at esp said my voice getting manly (wtf?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired. So long, farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7731303495396048099?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7731303495396048099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7731303495396048099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7731303495396048099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7731303495396048099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-my-happy-burgerrrrrrr.html' title='i want my happy burgerrrrrrr'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-745573986444217977</id><published>2008-11-15T05:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:51:20.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy fri-saturday</title><content type='html'>You know life is suck when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you missed the delivery of studyguides, but the point is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you stayed home till 4ish but missed the postman when he came at 5 and then now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you've got to pick up the parcel all the way at changi south (where the fuck is that?).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you kicked the door frame when trying to take off your pair of jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you confidently tell mummy that you haven't been sick for the past few months, and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you get the flu bug immediately the next day and you cannot stop sneezing and your nose is sore and red.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you cannot sleep but toss and turn in bed at 5am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you promised yourself and the rest of the world, no more suppers but ended up going for more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are overweight and looking really like a sumo wrestler.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you want to get something done real badly but lack the courage to face the consequences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quote Bren, &lt;em&gt;ming tian hui gen hao&lt;/em&gt;. I think he is too optimistic, I shall run and cry to my pillow now. Ciaos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-745573986444217977?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/745573986444217977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=745573986444217977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/745573986444217977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/745573986444217977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/gloomy-fri-saturday.html' title='gloomy fri-saturday'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-4258575446981424559</id><published>2008-11-11T21:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:58:16.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sign of mental unstability</title><content type='html'>I just had the longest bus ride ever. I didn't how I survived the bus ride but I did. The air was stale and I was on the verge of fainting. The noise by tvmobile irritated the fuck outta me. Secondary school kids shoved and pushed me like I was non-existent. I had the mind to scream then alight the bus but I cannot cause I dont have the strength to move my legs. I dont wanna take bus anymore. I'm very whinny now, I hadn't had a meal the entire day, my eyes are kept open with the help of two toothpicks(kidding), I don't give a flying fuck whether I'm speaking gibberish. Life is sucks, so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like there's world war three going on in my rounded tummy, I so need to puke. I foresee dark gloomy days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: damn! I got punked by the two meatspin addicts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4258575446981424559?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4258575446981424559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4258575446981424559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4258575446981424559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4258575446981424559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-had-longest-bus-ride-ever.html' title='sign of mental unstability'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-204073482654864972</id><published>2008-11-04T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:21:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wh-wh what?!</title><content type='html'>Mama woke me up half an hour ago, gave me her sweetest smile and led me to the kitchen. On the table sat a plate, on the plate sat the most innocent-est awkward looking heart shaped rib-eye steak with brocolli, baked potato and a lump of something(fyi, that's the excess meat she cut out to make the heart shape). My mummy is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-204073482654864972?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/204073482654864972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=204073482654864972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/204073482654864972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/204073482654864972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/wh-wh-what.html' title='wh-wh what?!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-7081334322537056731</id><published>2008-10-31T05:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:13:25.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight go sleep</title><content type='html'>I love mark harris but going to his lesson on a friday afternoon is rather depressing/painful and it's gloomy to go to school on friday cause for some reason the campus seems quite empty. then again, it would be ridiculous to go to his lesson alone on thursday afternoon cause mr harris has the habit to walk up the steps, shove the microphone to your nose and ask you questions you cannot answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7081334322537056731?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7081334322537056731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7081334322537056731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7081334322537056731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7081334322537056731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodnight-go-sleep.html' title='goodnight go sleep'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-6617053731712830836</id><published>2008-10-30T03:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:49:34.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever fight against your feelings because you know that you're not supposed to feel in a certain manner about someone anymore? Not supposed to feel like this because technically, your feelings are supposed to dissolve into a puddle of nothingness after so long. Subconsciously you tell yourself that you have already forgetten about it but instead of forgetting, you are just running away to avoid so that you can stop feeling, stop missing, stop hurting.  &lt;em&gt;imy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween in advance my babies. Im still contemplating whether to join the cheongsum ladies, hide in the toilet and scare the shit outta of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6617053731712830836?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6617053731712830836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6617053731712830836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6617053731712830836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6617053731712830836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-fight-against-your.html' title='I say'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-91068343950137231</id><published>2008-10-26T06:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:38:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itsy bitsy ditsy</title><content type='html'>For I have sinned, I accidentally missed school this morning. I've been trying to come up with all the different type of excuses to make myself feel better but my inner voice screams &lt;em&gt;you suck la, sok &lt;/em&gt;so loud I got into milder depression during work halfway (it's not like im not depressed to begin with)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; For the record, I happily dragged my ass outta bed at 11ish, met c, went all the way to SCH, daydreamed for a good 3hrs before realising I've got a date with balwantsingh. Such a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-91068343950137231?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/91068343950137231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=91068343950137231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/91068343950137231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/91068343950137231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/itsy-bitsy-ditsy.html' title='itsy bitsy ditsy'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-1206161930180226199</id><published>2008-10-19T16:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:08:58.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my baby?</title><content type='html'>Last night saw me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;leaving the house pissed mad at x and myself and everyone else &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nearly waging yet another war with e&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wandering the neighbourhood for a good half hour alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;punching every wall I see during my solo night trip &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making my way to yi to prevent ww4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having the rare one to one &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking cokes with an empty stomach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting enlightened &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to enlighten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting angry again &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit: shagging shoting and marrying people(s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to stories of a particular magician &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;analysing humans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending my last penny on cabfare to and fro &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going home after walking e home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missing e &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sending my last msg to e and slept like a baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciaos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-1206161930180226199?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1206161930180226199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=1206161930180226199&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1206161930180226199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1206161930180226199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-my-baby.html' title='where&apos;s my baby?'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-1033160342304593496</id><published>2008-10-15T04:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:43:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cuse me, happy pills please</title><content type='html'>I like in betweens, between Tuesday wee hours of morning and a Wednesday because there's no school the next day and I can finally catch up on my 1) work 2) gg and antm. Then again, there's endless readings and I got the shock of my life when WC/Lewis said mark harris on chpt4 already. Holymolycow I only missed two lessons lehXxX and I have valid reasons for not turning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm more than fine these past few days but the weekends really passed so terribly fast. I wish my life was filled with nothing but money and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I don't think this post makes any sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-1033160342304593496?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1033160342304593496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=1033160342304593496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1033160342304593496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/1033160342304593496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuse-me-happy-pills-please.html' title='&apos;cuse me, happy pills please'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-7088848756825052811</id><published>2008-10-13T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:16:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ima depressed meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256332180226220482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orIQw4ICEeE/SPI-RMfWocI/AAAAAAAAAME/hZKDO2OJEUI/s400/chronically-depressed-meat.gif" border="0" /&gt;Everyone's talking about leaving town during the festive season. This sucks, like totally :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7088848756825052811?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7088848756825052811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7088848756825052811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7088848756825052811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7088848756825052811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/depressed-meat.html' title='ima depressed meat'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_orIQw4ICEeE/SPI-RMfWocI/AAAAAAAAAME/hZKDO2OJEUI/s72-c/chronically-depressed-meat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-5850686951629170437</id><published>2008-09-30T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:31:05.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time-framed</title><content type='html'>Where were the days when everything seemed less complicated and when you don't wage a war with unhealthy emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I had a melodramatic weekend with daddy, the tears, the econs notes and the entire house to myself (unless mothermary granted perms to go out). Now, it's back to school and plenty of rest to catch up. And I so have a date with balawant singh tomorrow, goodnight babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5850686951629170437?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5850686951629170437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5850686951629170437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5850686951629170437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5850686951629170437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-framed.html' title='time-framed'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-6454395567388012433</id><published>2008-09-25T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:23:16.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trigger happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249975648384432258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orIQw4ICEeE/SNupCWFnuII/AAAAAAAAAL0/jwWp4t4Svfk/s400/zzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God won't forgive me if he knows I spent my time at zouk yesternight, downing 8 shooters plus 2 buckets Hei. The phone kept ringing every nano minute and it finally stopped when the battery went dead. The company and the music was too good and it kept me there till 3ish when I promised the parents to be home at 11ish. I stood at the lift lobby for a good 15mins thinking what might happen to me before summoning all my courage to push my keys through the keyhole. Good thing daddy was too tired to wait up for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally slept well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry I got the wrong number last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6454395567388012433?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6454395567388012433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6454395567388012433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6454395567388012433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6454395567388012433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-wrong-number.html' title='trigger happy'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_orIQw4ICEeE/SNupCWFnuII/AAAAAAAAAL0/jwWp4t4Svfk/s72-c/zzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014342857553323916.post-4142333471281889044</id><published>2008-09-13T04:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T04:52:56.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fyi ...</title><content type='html'>I'm home at 245 on a saturday night. I drank only 2 pints of kilkenny at alley with sh (amazing fact yes?). I skipped zouk/dblO. I managed to save 30bucks of my pathetic allowance. Someone told me I've morphed into someone else, but all for the better, matured but just that a little bit. It's a good start I suppose. School's starting in just 2 days, and so does my curfews my daddee set. I'm all set to be scholar geek this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more fyi(s). I'm very upset when my bestfriend tells everyone I don't want to go pinic with her. The fact is we never got down to set a date for that and I really want to picnic with you dear princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: tickets for bbk only 160bucks, so very tempting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: bestf, we'll make it for pinic this sunday yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps: and zoo this coming thursday, no lies this time round i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-4142333471281889044?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4142333471281889044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=4142333471281889044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4142333471281889044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/4142333471281889044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/fyi.html' title='fyi ...'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-2628242982815857170</id><published>2008-09-09T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:59:54.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14TH SEPT!</title><content type='html'>I had a look at my timetable just a few minutes ago, under the sunday column, I see balwat singh's lesson. Oh mothercheebs, I have sunday class! Oh, means yours truly have to crawl outta bed on a sunday morning, 830AM (DUDE!) and if the crew decides on dblO on saturday (blame me and my idea!), I'm screwed, big time yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-2628242982815857170?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2628242982815857170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=2628242982815857170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2628242982815857170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/2628242982815857170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/14th-sept.html' title='14TH SEPT!'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-5788545231129355766</id><published>2008-09-01T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:58:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just feels like I've left many things unaccomplished and unsaid due to the lack of drive or the lack of guts. While I wish I've done many things that I should, at the same time, I wish I haven't done some things. It baffles me, why there's so much regrets in a lifetime and sometimes the regrets last forever. Why can't we just have one more day to just salvage everything, the mistakes you've committed; the hurt you've caused; the person you shouldn't have let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good at all, I'm feeling fidgety and lethargic all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5788545231129355766?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5788545231129355766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5788545231129355766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5788545231129355766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5788545231129355766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-just-feels-like-ive-left-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-8060890409792528059</id><published>2008-08-31T05:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:01:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We kissed and made up. Yesterafternoon I called mama and apologised. We are happy people now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-8060890409792528059?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8060890409792528059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=8060890409792528059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8060890409792528059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/8060890409792528059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-kissed-and-made-up.html' title=''/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-3191673921638115673</id><published>2008-08-29T04:14:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:42:20.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im wide awake, it's morning dude</title><content type='html'>It was one happy random family dinner we had with the cousins, aunties and uncles. And on the way back home, both me and mom got into a huge fight. Correct, right after dinner. I was just feeling happy and chirpy with all the food (I finally had cereal prawns after much craving!) in the tummy and she HAD TO START her nonsense right after we got into the car. From me and my wake-up-in-the-late-afternoon-go-out-at-night lifestyle to my recent broken relationship and to everything else on the universe that doesn't quite concern me, the journey home I swear was torturous, deafeaning and demanding. And since everyone else was in the car (the cousin and auntie) I did my part, gave her all the respect she needed and kept quiet, which was quite a feat for me and my outburst started straight after we got into the house. Like seeee-riiiously, I'm giving my best effort to change myself now and she did say she's happy that she is seeing more of me at home and I finally want to change my then digusting lifestyle. I don't see the need and why she wants to put me down infront of the relatives. I don't know if she is going through the second phase of menopause or what and I wonder how many phases she will undergo. Goodness! If nagging was one of the core sports in the Olympics, she would have been the defending champion for years, bringing sg countless gold medals and glory to herself. So, I walked out of the house crying like a whinning baby to Bren on the phone, say half an hour later when she did her grand closing statement by swearing that she's never ever gonna talk to me again. I made poor Bren sit with me at the bus stop where I cried my eyes out, whined, grumbled and stared back at people whom I caught staring at me from the bus that pass us by. Now I feel so stupid and unglam(!). Then I made him walk with me to the vending machine, buy either kickapo, rootbeer or coke, sit under the void deck to do nothing but stare into space till Min called. Oh did I mention when I made my superstyling grand exit from my house, I forgot my keys. Yes, I got locked out for no reason by my stupid self. We all ended up at jk, playing Flo and wait for keys so I can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate to go for a short getaway before school starts one day before my burpday, no actually before the results slip reaches my mailbox which means doomsday for me and my overweight soul. Now, I going to lie on my bed and do what I do best :) Hibernate. Goodnight lollipops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-3191673921638115673?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3191673921638115673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=3191673921638115673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3191673921638115673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/3191673921638115673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-one-happy-random-family-dinner.html' title='im wide awake, it&apos;s morning dude'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-5729110905048042411</id><published>2008-08-24T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:15:48.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cofyyy time</title><content type='html'>I woke up to the ringing of my phone. 11 messages. One was from shawn, &lt;em&gt;dbl o tonight?&lt;/em&gt; Since when the club open on sunday, checked my message details and some of the messages was dated back to 19aug. Okay, my phone's gone cranky, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im angry with the weather. We, casho and I are supposed to go kite flying, take award winning photos and the storm at sk spoil it all. TSK. Now, I gonna change and meet my princessjasmine for coffee all the way at cityhall. Apparently, she achieved some self-enlightenment and she's gonna help me achieve mine. Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-5729110905048042411?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5729110905048042411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=5729110905048042411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5729110905048042411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/5729110905048042411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-woke-up-to-ringing-of-my-phone.html' title='cofyyy time'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-7545106458987139086</id><published>2008-08-20T05:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:48:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went home without you</title><content type='html'>D and I didn't speak to each other for the entire week. He said he wanted to be left alone. Four days into the week, he threw me a gigmongous bomb, so big it crushes me totally. Came Saturday, that day saw me sitting by the waterfront for the evening crying my tear duct dry. I think I had enough. There was a point where I craved a total disregard for the rules and just wanted to run rampant with streaks of rebellion I had in me. In the process, I crushed not only myself, the people around me and strain relationships which I had no intention to from the beginning of time. But now i feel like a foolish prodigal son who just wants to return to the place he was initially liberated from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell nasty habits, it's about time I learn to clear up my mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-7545106458987139086?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7545106458987139086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=7545106458987139086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7545106458987139086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/7545106458987139086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-home-without-you.html' title='went home without you'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-991580006622461336</id><published>2008-08-12T03:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:02:09.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you still</title><content type='html'>Is it me or is it the connection just wants to be so fucked up when it comes to 3am in the morning. I called starhub the other day and the person over at the other end assured me this wouldn't happen anymore and then it happens again, so naturally. Then again, maybe it's because I'm the only idiot in the entire block who doesn't put a passcode WEP(?) or whatever fuck you call it and everyone wants a piece of my wireless. Oh wells, this ibm laptop doesn't allow me to set the passcode, not that I don't want it. And talking about this ibm makes my blood boil and my nostrils smoke. Right, best not to talk about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my weekend was good. 9aug was spent with some good company, the bangkok crew in sh's words, doing silly things and half screaming half singing national day songs, cursing orientalmandarin for blocking our view from the fireworks, wanting to get wasted but wasted the night in the end. All was good but evexu said I totally can't do surprises, it wasn't really a surprise to begin with when she already knew we were getting a room. But then again, I admit the cake was meant to be a surprise but it failed anyways when the roomservice guy came up with the cake still in the box. Oh dude! I left instructions to have the candles on the cake and only if the princessy mylar didnt screw up on me. Anyways I hoped &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; had a good one this year though. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;APP&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; B&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IRTHDA&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; E&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VE&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SUNAM&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you alone for now and I hope things will be fine by the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-991580006622461336?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/991580006622461336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=991580006622461336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/991580006622461336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/991580006622461336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-gone.html' title='I want you still'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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-7014342857553323916.post-6896132810349185839</id><published>2008-08-11T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:16:19.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh, my life is a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014342857553323916-6896132810349185839?l=postscriptmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6896132810349185839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014342857553323916&amp;postID=6896132810349185839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6896132810349185839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014342857553323916/posts/default/6896132810349185839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postscriptmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>SOCKS</name><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>
